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since he‟d first tasted alcohol. Squinting at the sunlight-speared ceiling, he struggled to recall exactly what he‟d done to merit the shattering pain engulfing his head. He‟d been at the Captain‟s wedding, he could remember that. Then he‟d seen Bey at the festivities afterwards, been challenged to a beer swilling contest, and then… Nothing. What had happened after he‟d tried to outdo Bey? Had he even won? Silva's ability to think collided with a wall of pain almost before he finished the thought. He even heard the collision: a rather squelching, sickening thud that made his stomach roil. Or perhaps that was just the hangover. In either case, it just wasn‟t worth it to try and recall last night. He‟d find out what had happened when Bey started ribbing him about it, anyway. Silva closed one eye, his face twisting with concentration until he finally recognized the familiar ceiling beam riddled with dart holes. He was in his own room, then. So, whatever he‟d done, he wasn‟t lying in some alley with his possessions and his gold just a memory. Considering that he‟d ended up in just such a situation the last time he‟d woke feeling this bad, Silva thought some concern was justified. He smiled through the pain as he remembered. The thieves who had rolled him in the gutter that time hadn‟t lived long enough to enjoy his unwilling generosity. The guardsman who‟d accosted him after he‟d dispatched the bastards had completely agreed with his reasoning. Actually, Bey had invited him to join the Varlan city-state‟s guards at that point, if Silva remembered right. But that had been, eh, two years ago? Had it really been that long since he‟d been this drunk? Surprising, considering how often Bey and he went out drinking. He sat up slowly, the soft sheet slipping from his naked body, then gripped his head with both hands as it threatened to roll off his shoulders and take the rest of him with it. Deep breaths, that usually did it. A few deep breaths and then one big heave off the bed to get him started for the day. With a last shaky inhalation, Silva swung his legs over the wooden framed mattress and let himself flop gracelessly to the floor onto his hands and knees. He braced himself as the room spun around him, his head hanging down, his eyes closed. “Do not vomit. Do not vomit. You‟ll only have to clean it up because Bey would rather die than clean anything, let alone that. Do NOT vomit!” Silva repeated his mantra as he somehow managed to push to his feet and drag himself across the floor. As he reached the small basin and the pitcher of water he‟d thankfully left from the night before, he leaned against the wall, hoping that a little more time would keep his stomach from rebelling. Pouring water into the basin, he splashed some on his face, the cold soothing his aching head. His silver hair hung in damp strands along his cheeks by the time he geared himself to look in the polished mirror he‟d paid so much for. The last time he‟d been sotted enough to pass out, Bey had shaved off his left eyebrow and half of his beard. Then the man had taken advantage of Silva‟s hangover in the morning to hurry him out the door without once looking at himself in this very same mirror. Bey had laughed until his sides hurt over that one, the juvenile idiot.
Not for long, though. Silva figured he‟d been granted an adequate revenge when the both of them had gone out that night. Bey had never seen him without his beard. He hadn‟t realized that Silva‟s shaven face was rather unique without its covering of hair. If Silva could recall right, Bey had called it „the most beautiful, girly-ass face‟ he‟d ever seen, and the sight of it had only made him laugh harder. He hadn‟t found it quite so funny, however, when every last woman in the bar ignored Bey in favor of Silva‟s newly exposed visage. Bey had sulked about it for hours before Silva had managed to cajole him out of it, and in his typical fashion, he‟d decided that he was the one who‟d been wronged by Silva‟s shearing. Silva‟s beard had long since grown back in, but now that he‟d spent the evening with Bey, drunk enough to make himself an easy target, he was wondering what had happened. It would be an honest to goodness miracle if he‟d escaped last night unscathed by Bey‟s humor. Taking one last, deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked into the mirror at his smoothly shaven face. Silva sighed, running his hand over the silky skin of his jaw. “Why does he always have such a fascination with my facial hair?” Now he‟d have to grow it out all over again. He hated that scruffy period when it merely looked like he‟d forgotten to shave for a few days. Not that he actually enjoyed wearing a beard once it was grown in, either. Silva found the irritating thing itchy in the extreme, but it hid his face. According to his youngest brother, father was still looking for him, so he needed every advantage he could conjure up to stay hidden until the old man finally caved. His hair didn‟t seem to take to dye, and he didn‟t want to permanently scar himself, so he needed the damn beard! Blowing out his cheeks, he rubbed his hand over his face again before looking up to stare glumly into the reflection of his own eyes, blue and clear above the dark tattoo under his right eye. He didn‟t have a tattoo under his right eye. “Hasanid‟s purple cock!” Trembling fingers went up to his cheek, touching the new black design embedded in his skin. “I did not do this. I did not DO THIS!” Silva rubbed furiously at the delicately rendered sword whose haft started on his cheekbone while its blade mimicked the curve of his eye as it sloped underneath it. “This can‟t be happening. Can‟t be. I must be dreaming. That‟s it; I‟m dreaming. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.” He slapped himself in the face and winced at the sting and the resulting nausea from the blow. “How could I do this?!” He splashed more water onto his face and continued scrubbing at the mark without effect. “How could I be this much of an imbecile? I can‟t –“ A pitiful groan from behind him stopped his frantic mutterings instantly. Turning with extreme care, partly due to fear and partly due to the fact that he thought he‟d throw up if he moved any faster, he looked at the blanket covered lump still in his bed. The covers shifted as whoever was underneath let out another decidedly masculine groan. Swallowing heavily, Silva shuffled over, looking for anything that might be lying outside the covers to give him some clue as to who was trespassing in his bed. It would be all right if Silva had passed out before having sex. If he‟d merely had some sexual
excursion, he‟d survive that as well. He could shuffle his sex partner out of the room as quickly as he could and get to the nearest tattoo hut after his shift. They should have a spell to get rid of it…if he‟d only had sex. He would never ask for another thing in life if the person in his bed had joined him after he‟d been tattooed. That wasn‟t too much to ask for, was it? Standing by the side of the bed, he paused and looked down at his nude body quickly. Dried semen covered his cock and he grit his teeth. So, he hadn‟t passed out before he‟d taken a partner. Please let it be some sordid little tryst with a complete stranger, someone who had no idea what the tattoo meant. With a quick jerk, he pulled the blankets down and stared at the handsome young man lying on the bed. Nude beige limbs curled up into a tight ball at the sudden loss of warmth. Black hair tangled around the man‟s shoulders and over his waist, mixing with the light sprinkling of hair across a tanned chest. One lean arm started searching vainly for something to pull back over himself, and when nothing was recovered, a familiar broad face turned from the pillow to glare up at Silva with squinting eyes as blue as his own. “Gimme back my covers, Silva. I‟m way the hell too fucked up to deal with any sort of shit today.” Unable to move, Silva simply stared at the small black tattoo of a sword on the man‟s left cheek. “Hey. Silva. Covers, now, or I‟m making you pay for the next night out.” “You always make me pay for the next night out, cheapskate,” Silva responded automatically, finally able to look at somewhere other than that face. He couldn‟t stop his eyes from skimming down broad shoulders and a slim waist until he was looking at the rather taut ass revealed by his companion‟s fetal position. He felt a bit flushed as he noted the trail of something that had dried in between two round, muscular globes and along the backs of nicely formed thighs. He had… He had… How could he have? …and he‟d done it with BEY! Bey was going to kill him. Then again, maybe not. When it came to sex, Bey never ceased to surprise him with the variety and frequency of his encounters. And Bey had flirted with him quite a bit when they‟d first known each other, so maybe he wouldn‟t mind? Silva ran the idea through his head as Bey grumbled to himself and finally snagged the blanket. In seconds, Bey was a brownish gray lump in Silva‟s bed, still mumbling under his breath. “Can‟t believe I didn‟t wake up with Gweneth. Was so sure I‟d get her last night; bridesmaids are supposed to be horny, dammit. Bet you brought me here when we were going to have a go, didn‟t you? Big prude, you are, Silva. “ Never mind. In this mood, Bey was much more likely to attack first and feel guilty later. Which meant they‟d fight, and they‟d both end up bruised and bloody. And on top of that, Silva was
First. Bey would need to know what was going on or he wouldn‟t be able to protect himself adequately. even if he had ended up on top. Although…you wanted me to do something for you before you‟d do it…” Bey rubbed his temples as he tried to remember “For me?” Silva had assumed he‟d been the one seduced in their encounter. He‟d never told Bey that vanity had nothing to do with it. If you already know. “My apologies. I‟m not some pretty boy who can‟t take a little shaved hair. Go ahead. I‟m aware of that. he‟d been so drunk that he‟d gone and done this. what‟s with the questions?” Silva sighed at his own impatience. or they were both in more trouble than he would wish on his worst enemy. How Bey had made it as far as he had with such an open face was something that had puzzled him ever since he‟d known the man. he had to tell Bey what it meant. what do you remember from last night?” The covers moved slightly. “Bey. Silva had to take care of it before he endangered Bey. Although.” Bey humphed and started chewing at a nail as he thought a bit more. If they couldn‟t remove the two marks. though. “What. There was no possible way that he‟d asked Bey for sex in exchange for shaving himself. “The way you carried on. though. uh. though. Looks like I talked you into it. “Hey. did you shave my eyebrow. What do you recall from last evening?” Pushing himself up slowly at Silva‟s tone. I‟ll hold my tongue. it was like I‟d killed your first born. if not that? . “Got your girly face on again now. there really wasn‟t anyone else in the world that he would have chosen. too? Pretty pathetic. grumbling laugh that seemed two octaves too low for his body.” Silva sighed. you‟re the one asking. “Well…I saw you at the bar after the wedding…” “Yes.” He started chortling hoarsely as the covers dropped down and revealed his broad smile. Best damn prank I ever pulled. soon. You‟re absolutely right.” He started laughing his low. Silva. He simply didn‟t have the option of choosing anyone right now.going to have to find some way to get these tattoos off. I never knew you were so vain. “I wanted you to go shave off your beard again. Bey scrunched up his face ridiculously as he tried to remember the previous night. even with how serious the situation was. and still. if he'd ever wanted to do this on purpose. What had it been.” Bey glared. I‟m quite serious. He smiled suddenly and looked at Silva‟s face. Silva was hard pressed not to smile. he might not have a choice. Had it been the other way around? Had he been the one to pursue Bey? That couldn‟t be right. “Bey. just enough for Bey‟s big aqua eyes to peer over them suspiciously.
groping himself.” Silva finally managed to respond. that is. “There is no way we were that intimate. angry look on Bey‟s face. his face puzzled as he saw his own bed on the opposite side of the room. He slowly reached around and ran his hands over his ass. what‟s a little sex between friends. I honestly don‟t remember what happened. “Well. His eyes rounded comically as he finally realized where he‟d been sleeping. huh?” His lips went up in a sensuous little smirk and Silva shifted.” Bey chuckled and shook his head. “I‟m sorry. Bey. “My girly-ass face was irresistible?” Bey stared at him in silence before he snorted out a laugh.” Bey waved his hand at him. . Silva‟s muscles unwound.” Bey grumbled. his muscles tightening in reaction to the smile as much as the words. If we were too drunk to remember it happening. “But…how? You‟ve never liked men! And I‟ve never fucking bottomed! Dammit. If Bey was laughing about it. you so almost got me. staring when he saw the remnants of Silva‟s previous night on his skin. groaning as the movement brought back his headache. rhetorical. Silva was tempted to leave it be.“What the hell did you ask for?” Bey‟s voice was soft. but…dammit. I remember that much. I would damn well top you. “Forget it. You‟re learning though! Stripping me and tossing me in your bed? I‟m almost proud of you. „Sides. I don‟t think you‟re looking at the correct.” Relieved. end. His mind raced. they‟d make it through this without a fight. the rosy color vibrant against his pale skin. I can‟t remember anything else!” Bey squinted up at him. Silva! Why the hell would I let you in there?” Silva swallowed at the shocked. because if we were. but you‟ll have to get up a bit earlier in the morning to pull the wool over my eyes. I don‟t let people in my ass. Silva gestured to his own cock and Bey followed the movement. still touching himself intimately as though he couldn‟t quite believe what he was feeling. then it didn‟t happen. “The evidence would seem to contradict you. and winced at what he found there. Silva!” “I…think I did. he saw his relatively clean cock and started breathing in highly dramatic relieved gasps.” Bey stared at him until Silva started to flush. And. but Bey really needed to know this. Bey stared for another minute as he tried to process the information before his eyebrows rose to his hairline. For evidence. “We had to go somewhere for it. “So what the hell did we do?” Silva cleared his throat. have you looked at where you are?” Bey looked around. “Bey. it isn‟t a joke. um. “I don‟t believe it. You did not take me in the ass. “Bastard. Looking down at his body. “Oh.” “We did not get drunk and do each other last night!” The painfully loud yell had both men wincing and holding their heads.
Silva stared at the long tanned legs. however. furrowed his brows as though he was furious. Seeing the faintest of bruises on the inside of Bey‟s thighs as he bent over again to scrub further.” he finally got out. Silva growled before he could stop himself. “Hmmmm.” . and enjoyed him greatly as a friend. I know I‟m going to regret asking. eh? Never seen one like that. shoving himself to his feet and stumbling over to Silva‟s washbasin. He raised his eyebrow in an inquiring look. as best they could tell. With bleary eyes that still somehow sparkled. “Bey.” Turning his head back and forth. and began to drip down the ripples of his stomach. then pursed his lips before Bey interrupted him. flushed from arousal with his mouth open as he moaned. A sword. “Bey. grinning already as water droplets streamed down his tan throat. Bey turned back around and peered at himself.” Silva shook his head in irritation. slid over his chest. been inside of it just hours before. He could feel that sleek skin under his fingers as he gripped heavy thighs and thrust into something hot and gripping. Which made it that much worse. “Bey. He wanted it to be imaginary details. Bey was too much of a philanderer to take seriously that way. almost since they‟d first met. there is one other thing that you need to know about…” “Yeah?” Bey pushed off the blanket. “Huh.” Blunt fingers poked at his cheek. why are you using my water?” “You can‟t expect me to remember to fetch my own water when I‟m drunk. They‟d been nude in front of each other on a daily basis. you should look in the mirror. Silva looked away and cleared his throat.” Silva closed his eyes to try and persuade himself that Bey was making any sense whatsoever before he stared at him again. and Silva always took lovemaking seriously. but as a lover? He‟d never even considered it. Bey looked at it from different angles.“Well. Bey stood and turned. Silva felt uncomfortable looking at Bey‟s naked body. “Bey. He watched as Bey bent over and splashed water on his face. and smooth slope of Bey‟s back as the man‟s shoulders rounded while he scrubbed. that‟s ridiculous. can you? I‟ll bring you in some new water tonight. Is that a tattoo? I‟ll be damned. tight flanks. brought to mind by the thought of making love to Bey. He might have admired Bey‟s looks.” “That‟s what you always say. Silva didn‟t think it was just a fantasy. He was seeing Bey‟s face in his mind. yet suddenly. completely oblivious to the fact that he was exposing his backside to the person who had. but what are you doing?” “Just checking if it changes into anything. I‟d hate to be scowling at some drunken idiot or making up to some barmaid and not realize the tattoo is changing into a cock or a tree or something.
” Silva said smoothly. with that prissy little thank you?” “I know you would never refer that way to the person who might purchase you a meat pie on the way to West Gate. idiot!” Bey yelled back. Pulling his head all the way through the tunic. twenty four hours a day. considering we‟ve already missed breakfast. Thought I‟d return the favor from the last time I drank myself into the ground!” Bey and Silva looked at each other and started heading for their clothes. his voice light and mocking.” “He was just being thoughtful. “Oh. Why Bey thought everyone and their mother was attempting to flirt with one or the other of them. in my opinion. you delusional -” A knock at the door interrupted him. Trust me. He couldn‟t think of how Bey still functioned and came up with so many sexual scenarios. greasy dumplings they often ate. Our thanks.” Silva stared at him. Completely worth it if it got you to shave off that ugly bush of a beard. all right? It‟s not a theatrical tragedy to have tattoos.” Bey went a little green. then a tattoo is practically earth shattering. “it looks kind of sexy. to ask how Silva was dealing with this. huh? Is that what has you wound so tightly? Don‟t worry so much about it. you two alive in there?” “No! We‟ve died and our decomposing bodies are gonna haunt your sorry ass for eternity. Silva knew he was trying. is the tattoo bothering you? I suppose if you love your looks so much that a little shaving is a drama. Actually. “Hey. you‟d understand.” Silva said. Don‟t think that‟s going to be a problem with this one. “Horny bastard. I don‟t care. in his own emotionally challenged way. otherwise. he could never figure out. making Silva really think about the rich tasting. “Anytime!” Silva could hear Bey‟s muffled voice as he pulled on the gray-green tunic with the blue Varlan crest. and he felt a little green himself. “You were both so fucked up when you came in last night that I figured I‟d better check! Your shift‟s coming up.” “Bey…” Bey looked back at him and finally noticed the matching mark on his cheek. and he sighed. It‟s just a tattoo. so we got matching tattoos. not speaking.” he looked at it carefully. “It‟s not that. “We appreciate the gesture. Or…sorry.“If you‟d seen what Beryll‟s tattoo looks like when he bends his arm. Shaan! Of course we‟re fucking alive. “Silva. Shaan. Sometimes he wondered if Bey had some special place in his brain that was solely concerned with intercourse. huh?” Bey smirked at him. He smirked again before he spoke. . “How do you know I wasn‟t referring to you. it‟s not an issue. Bey looked at Silva as he grabbed for the heavy breeches they both wore for the cooler autumn temperatures.
The tip of a long silver braid flirted with the man‟s buns in a fascinating pattern. “C‟mon. and one small bob. Damn. Although he imagined he‟d gotten some good groping in. A little water sounds just perfect. and it never ceased to fascinate him. no question. and there was no guarantee that Bey would respond so calmly to a second surprise. Perhaps Silva should make sure they found someplace isolated before he let him know they were married. If we‟re late. and as Silva walked ahead of him. Let‟s skip it today. lover boy. He‟d even played with the idea of trying to get up close and personal with him. Perhaps things would have gone just as well once he‟d told Bey what the tattoos actually meant. Bey walked by him with a laugh. Bey was awfully pleased with himself for someone who‟d found out he‟d played the bottom for the first time in his life. He opened the door. He won‟t care if we spent the night exchanging fluids or not. Huh. you know the damn captain will nail our hides to the wall this time. and only just managed to catch himself on the other side of the hallway before his head cracked into it. He‟d been fucked by the city‟s pretty boy. there was actually a good possibility that Bey would be…extremely ticked off. honestly. Sway right. Now Silva was going to have to bring it up later. Silva had been inside his ass. right in the middle of his bottom as though daring someone to try and touch him there. . Bey‟s hand snuck out and slapped his bottom. Keep your generosity today. Was he dead yet? No? Then he‟d groped that luscious ass. His reaction to their intimacy had gone so much better than Silva had expected. Okay. yes. He‟d bottomed…that was gonna take a while to come to terms with.“That‟s all right. Bey snorted. What did Silva do when he walked to make it move like that? It had been the same ever since Bey had known him. Still. Silva startled. sway left. Chapter 2 – Princess Bey watched Silva‟s ass as it walked ahead of him. it was kinda pathetic that he‟d had a chance to finally take that creamy ass and ended up on the bottom. it made him regret that Shaan had interrupted him. Good friends were a hell of a lot harder to find than a good roll in the hay. if he could have continued while Bey was in such a good mood. just because of that damn come-hither braid. Until he‟d gotten to know him.” Bey finished pulling on his leather reinforced vest and tapped his foot as he waited for Silva to finish braiding his hair. tripped his way out the door.” Silva looked at his retreating back and blinked.” “Um. Silva. he was over it. They‟d gotten naked and sweaty and he‟d taken a pounding. had to check on that. Hmmm. Really.
Bey knew the man‟s cheeks would be bright red. Or giving him shit. He swore he‟d had better fucks since he‟d met Silva than any time before the man had popped up in town. it wouldn‟t be a problem. “Bey? Are you listening?” “I‟m hanging on your every word. Princess. He simply walked up and bitch slapped the both of them while Silva stiffened up like a quarterstaff. Silva had the better ass. worried act. And his pleasure to keep an eye on his partner‟s ass. Silva? Not feeling too sore today. he always pulled his quiet. He dropped back. He whistled for a while more.” “Ice Queen. Always talking some poor idiot into drunken idiocy or spreading the latest gossip. Poor guy. then it was a given that everyone knew about it. he really was the most uptight prude about shit like this. unless he was trying to get into their pants or under their skirt. Maybe it was because. Perpetual arousal made for fantastic sex. pretending to look at a small fruit stand. and Bey still couldn‟t get him to lighten up. his dick. it‟s the love birds! Congratulations. If it could just sway back and forth. Although if these two idiots knew about his little playtime under the sheets. The man was such a girl sometimes. “Woooo. and watched Silva walk ahead. except not as annoying. but that little tap against Silva‟s ass always had him aroused. There was only so long one could be perpetually embarrassed before realizing that it was a complete waste of time and energy. . “Are you all right?” Silva‟s voice was quiet as he began walking again. were laughing like the dumb asses they were. enjoying the view as they finally drew up to the gate. his business. The thing was such a cock tease. no surprise there. Two years. but when Silva thought something was seriously wrong. “Swineherd. He jogged to catch up as Silva waited for him by the melon vendor.That really HAD taken a few seconds longer than normal. are you?” Bey didn‟t bother to get over his surprise.” Silva shook his head as Bey began to whistle. As though Bey gave a damn about what people thought. Reminded Bey of an old girlfriend of his. It was his time. He might be funny as hell when Bey was beginning to get pissed off. between the two of them. This could be good for Silva.” Bey smiled and waited. He barely looked at Bey. It tickled him that Silva couldn‟t seem to stop himself from that one insult. Gora and Ton. “Lecher. Time to watch the braid some more. every time. Maybe that would be enough to finally have Silva calm his ass down.” “And proud of it.” Silva‟s eyes narrowed. He should thank him for it someday. Bey‟s finally made a man out of you!” “Are you sure you can still walk. The current shift. Silva.
Maybe Silva remembered more from last night than Bey did. Entertainment value. shrugging. His entire body trembled with tension. Silva was going to go into a coma if everyone thought Bey had taken him in the ass „til he begged for it again. if he added enough salacious details to get the listeners properly hot and horny.” Bey said. let‟s be honest. of course. he really shouldn‟t have discounted it.” Bey noted. too. You‟d be surprised what my little ice princess has hidden in those pants. Silva was extremely easy on the eyes. he made the mistake of looking to Silva again. Me? I‟m feelin‟ a little sore. snorting to himself when both their mouths closed with audible snaps. A little taller and a bit leaner than Bey. . stopped laughing. This was definitely more fun than claiming he‟d topped his little Silva. Preparing to gloat about it all.” Guards eyeing him skeptically. his eyes stuck to Bey‟s backside before he tore them away and stared at his fellow guards. Bey covertly ran his eyes down Silva‟s body while Gora and Ton stared at it as well. Life for Little Bey was gonna be damn good for a while. it wasn‟t like he‟d be betraying any confidences to make up something. “Besides. As Silva continued to stutter. “You‟re gonna catch some flies that way if you‟re not careful. Describing what it had been like to get a piece of Silva‟s ass was a good way to get a little more ass of his own. probably. Ask Silva.” Gora and Ton. Bey considered it. his hands still and frozen by his sides. having regained their feet. Well. just enough for Bey to notice. If it had been good enough to rattle him that noticeably. had it done to him. If it was this bad now. and Bey grinned broadly. The man‟s pale skin was a miserable pink. if you knew what to look for. How many of these assholes had been trying to get into Silva‟s pants since he‟d come to town? And Bey was the one who‟d done it. who wouldn‟t want a piece of my ass? Have you looked at it lately?” He turned to let them have a gander. “Firm as hell and tight as a vise. “Silva can walk just fine. He knows all about it by now. considering how little discomfort Bey had. first time for everything. If you didn‟t. Gora was the first one to start shaking his head. No one could deny that the man was sexy. but hell. right? How many women and men were going to be coming up to him for a „what was it like‟ talk now? Since he couldn‟t remember a damn thing.” “It‟s always the shy ones that are surprise you. He started shaking. smacking it with one hand. Bey sighed. this could be good for Bey. “I don‟t believe it. Damn. Silva was going to owe him big for not lying his ass off. Poor guy was sputtering incoherently. then maybe they should try it again. Bey gestured over to Silva. Silva‟s face turned a shade of red that wouldn‟t have looked out of place on a whore‟s lips as the two guards focused on his crotch. That would have made such a great fuck story. Easy on the ass too. too.Come to think of it. he just had on his „snotty bitch‟ face and looked like he was about to let you have it. ever so politely. you morons.
” Bey‟s voice was flat and definitive. especially with someone attractive like Silva. so that horse was already out of the barn. Bey thought about it seriously. They‟d already done it once.” Silva scowled darkly and Bey looked at the delicate sword drawn so precisely on his cheek. Odd. “Me and Silva what?” “Bey…” Silva reached out and put a hand on his shoulder and Bey slapped it away. looking at both their faces. I‟m dealing with big people stuff now. He probably held onto Silva‟s hair as they did it. looking at their faces as he fiddled with the scabbard of his sword. He didn‟t even agree to sex with women until his hand was practically incapacitated from overuse. “You‟d be the last person I would have thought who‟d do it. didn‟t I?” It was sad how little faith his fellow guards had in his veracity. “You‟re talking about the tattoos? That it?” “I just never thought you‟d actually get married. too.” Bey got the sudden uncomfortable feeling that they weren‟t talking about sex anymore. I just said so. “Shit. There was no way that Gora was doubting that Bey would have sex. but an image of looking up into Silva‟s face and being penetrated by the prissy princess was actually… kind of hot. It would be like wondering if there was enough air in the sky today. but…” Gora paused. Bey closed his eyes and wondered what the hell it had actually been like. that was more likely. “Hey. that might make Silva Bey‟s first. “Quiet. Silva maybe. you really did do it. And if Silva didn‟t have a virgin ass.who was STILL a virgin. There were some rumors that just . he‟d never thought having someone fuck him that way held any appeal. being taken. Until now. “Okay. When he‟d been screwed. Would one more fuck really ruin their friendship? One more time. Bey would eat his damn sword. what the hell are we talking about now?” “You and Silva…” Gora paused again. Had to be. The man wasn‟t called the Ice Princess for nothing. The stuff was like freaking silk. “I didn‟t get married. yeah.” His ears were still drunk. “Well. Bey. Truly sad. Huh. and he‟d have to be drunker than was physically possible not to have touched that when they screwed. didn‟t you? I never thought you‟d go through with it. Had they done it on hands and knees? That didn‟t seem like Silva‟s style – facing each other. shaking his head. “So you two really did it?” Ton asked tentatively.Licking his lips. Princess. looking at Silva. but you?” Gora finished. real virgin…. he‟d never fucking done it with a man. and he‟d have a chance to grab onto that damn braid as he took his friend‟s virgin ass.
” “My beard was fine.weren‟t funny. I think you‟d try to ass rape a cat to get rid of it. Yes. but…” “I wasn‟t smoking a damn thing. “Of course I remember. wasn‟t it? Maybe if Bey kicked him in the throat it would fix that.” Ton finished. because there‟s no way I‟d get some primitive wedding tattoo just to get rid of a pox-ridden beard. “I guess. he thought he vaguely remembered these two weasels daring him to ass rape a panther the last time they‟d gotten sloshed together. They had a point.” “I don‟t think so. do you?” Ton said.” Bey nodded. shrugging at Bey‟s blank stare.” “Silva shaved his beard. “We were on High Street and you two came stumbling right by.” Bey fingered the skin under his eye. Said the Princess had agreed to get his beard shaved.” “Well obviously you misunderstood. Obviously. It wasn‟t exactly a good time to ask complicated questions. but he wouldn‟t do it unless you got a wedding tattoo with him first. “So? I‟m missing the point where that somehow makes us married. his voice almost grim. “You‟ve got the tattoos. definitely called for. I was just shitting you. “You don‟t remember. Married? I don‟t know who was smoking what when they told you that.” Gora pointed out. yes. but that‟s a whole different thing from getting married.” Ton put in. What the hell do I know? You were drunk off your ass. In fact. a good kick to the throat. “We‟ve all heard you spout off about that beard at least once a week.” Silva finally recovered enough to say. Or any sort of reason why Silva would ask for something like that in the first place. Thank God he‟d passed out before that fiasco went anywhere. the both of you. “Wedding tattoo? You mean like some of the fucking tribes do?” Ton and Gora shrugged together. Gora shook his head at Bey. “Tattoos.” Gora said. maybe. “Cat rape.” “He said he needed the beard to stay single. Bey. “I told . if you were puking drunk. “You told me yourself. itching it slightly. His voice was quite a bit more irritating than usual. though. ignoring Silva.” Gora smirked as he watched Silva‟s barely noticeable flinch.” Gora said. “And you both have matching tattoos.” Bey‟s blank stare was all the couple needed to start grinning again. today.
They might be titillated by the idea.” Silva bent over. you are fucking SHITTING me!” “For God‟s sake. glancing around first.” “Not in some of the northern tribes.” Bey slowly turned and looked at him. assholes. “Tell me you‟re not one of the elemental fuckers.” Ton and Gora smirked at them and finally left after a few more taunts. Bey!” “You‟re a freaking mmmnnnbm. not for long. and then… “They‟re wedding tattoos.” Bey snorted. . they aren‟t. he bit him. Silva shifted slightly and Bey sighed. Bey turned to Silva as they took positions by one side of the Gate. the man was serious. “Don‟t fucking do that again. you were fucked up.” Ton and Gora made disbelieving noises. as Bey‟s leg pulled back from his stomach. Your pristine reputation as Miss Priss isn‟t in danger.you. watching the twitch of his eyelashes and the slight thinning of his lips.” Silence. but actually believing it? Unlikely. Those types of things are always on the hands and feet. but no one would take a ridiculous rumor like that seriously. Silva. but he could tell they weren‟t entirely convinced he was wrong. and then gone back to their bunks and fucked like ferrets. “Get back to your beds and get some sleep so you can start using your brains again.” “I‟d be lying.” Bey glared at Silva over the hand that had clamped on top of his mouth. “Bey. Silva and he had obviously gotten roaring drunk. These were some sort of wedding marking? Silva had fucking talked him into marriage. Silva. “Fuck no. “Oh. anyway. “Don‟t worry about it. done some stupid shit. Silva yelped and yanked his hand back.” Bey looked at him. this isn‟t the way to – umph. and with a warning snarl of his eyes.” Bey didn‟t even look at him.” Silva said quietly. They‟d give him seven flavors of shit over it. gagging. Bey swung out at him and Silva leapt back with a short hop. Married…what idiots.” “We‟re not married. yeah. Right now. “The only tribes up north that might have some lame ass wedding tattoo on the cheek are those elemental fuckers with the…silver hair. Fucking son of a bitch. You really need to say that. Bey leaned down to look into Silva‟s pale face. He itched at his cheek again. keep your voice down.
Just gotta go get the damn things spelled off again after shift. yeah.” His voice was still a bit choked. Then it‟s just like the fucking. The two cringed and hurried through the gate. sweetheart.” Silva had that little pucker between his eyebrows that meant he was fretting about something. the tattoos HAD gotten that damn beard off. Ow! “Fuck me!” “I think I already did. “Yeah. remember?” The cautiously dry tone had him chuckling. Silva‟s hand loosely around his throat. Fuck. turning away to stare menacingly at a couple of teenage punks who‟d been gawking. anyway…” “They are. but if he hadn‟t said what it was.” Silva stepped back and Bey got to his feet. and Bey smiled. Just a little. “Ass…and don‟t make a comment about asses. Bey. already. “So Princess. “Damn.“You wanted to say something. and I‟ll be fine. He itched under his eye again. I‟m sure we‟ll be able to rid ourselves of them soon. Is that drunk enough for us to avoid fighting about this any further?” Silva asked stiffly.” Silva gasped out. Not that it mattered. “Oh yeah? Just how drunk were you last night?” “I didn‟t even know how it had happened until those two imbeciles told us about it.” “I hope so. Bey wouldn‟t be able to get it out of him without a hell of a lot more trouble than he felt like going through when he was still this hung over. If you‟d ever bothered to read your own country‟s laws every once in a while. Come to think of it. if they got them off right after shift‟s end.” He suddenly found himself flat on his back in the dirt. you‟d know that. Shit. “It was part of the codes in that addendum 15 years ago. Princess?” “You‟re an infantile little wretch. maybe he was getting hives. these tattoos can‟t possibly be legal here. “I…yes. Let me up. I‟m sure. I think I‟m gonna puke. “This wretch is gonna kick your ass. dusting himself off. Would have been a hell . And you always get the dust all the hell over me.” Silva informed him. and Bey shook his head. didn‟t happen.” Bey angrily kicked the four-foot thick gate with his foot and yelped.” He watched Silva rub his stomach and he smirked. “I was inebriated and so were you. We‟re married. So. “You‟re just as much to blame for this as I am!” Bey squinted up at him. “Good. Worth it just to keep Silva‟s face all prettied up. right?” It wouldn‟t be that bad. At least with tattoos.” Silva muttered quietly. it was easy to take care of. we get the damn things off. don‟t remember it.
everyone could have been happy with the results. he just knew it. Stubborn goat.of a lot worse if they‟d found a justice to do them up right.” ### Bey slammed open the door to their room and Silva caught it before it snipped closed on his face.” “You‟re…the one…pinning me. “I am never getting drunk with you again. He couldn‟t think of anything he could do to make this better. He turned to find Bey pacing back and forth across the room. His own drunken thoughts on marriage and the beard.” “I have told myself the same thing more than once. they‟d be in and out of a hut in no time flat and be done with it. all for the stubborn pride of someone who couldn‟t accept change even if it sat on his own beard. “Don‟t fucking push me right now. after an epic-worthy beating. Not now. Tattoo. Maybe Silva could give him a quickie afterwards to make up for it. Silva‟s eyes moved with Bey. Silva stood very still and didn‟t move from the wall. and Bey shoved off of him and continued to pace. If father would have managed to put the smallest amount of flexibility in his thinking. Silva opened it back up and closed it with a soft. “Bey-“ “Don‟t fucking talk to me right now. controlled click. Now. it was harder to stay hidden. his eyes avoiding the spot Silva stood on as though it burned him. “We have to figure out –“ Silva rocked back and smoothly slapped aside the kick Bey aimed at his head. He didn‟t laugh. but I‟ve got more will power than you do. those he could comprehend in a twisted sort of way. Silva. If he didn‟t stay hidden. Princess. Very slowly. Those damn things took forever to cancel. then his father would most definitely find him and marry him off to StormFrost. this won‟t help the situation!” “I told you to keep it shut!” “We need to –“ Silva grunted as Bey leapt at him and had a forearm over his throat. “Bey.” “Yeah. Hives. the two who should actually be together had been kept apart for two entire years. Bey‟s face was tight. Just back the hell off. He itched again.” Silva managed. pinning him to the wall. If he didn‟t have a beard. watching his black hair flow down his back in a long tail that fanned out and snared his arms every time he turned.” Bey continued storming around the room. When Bey glared at him with one icy sweep of his .
Something he‟d probably never experience again.‟ He‟d know the gold being offered for knowledge of Silva‟s whereabouts. tight against his round. and he‟d keep it. strong and compact. and his new bride. Which meant that he was the one who‟d known exactly where to go for a knowledgeable tattooist when they‟d decided to wed. with only one other? Hell on earth for someone of Bey‟s proclivities. He‟d never seen him hold a grudge. The design had no flaws. Bey had never been married. if not longer. even when he was furious. but it had been on his mind all day. He‟d made a vow. He‟d been hoping they‟d simply gone to the nearest hut and had it done. and the bonding spell afterwards had sealed it to their skin. Silva was quite certain information about himself. Silva didn‟t know how long it would take Bey to recover from being suddenly put into such a position. Silva couldn‟t ask him to give everything. the last step of the wedding. the mark would still be dark and visible. but thinking of Bey with his usual lovers was bringing up a hurt that he just hoped he could hide . the needles had been magicked. He knew. Whether he was drunk or not. Silva could scrape half the skin off his face. It would take at least two weeks to make it up to the edge of the territories and back. What could he say? He knew they were both drunk last night. always forced both partners to reveal their real names at the moment it completed. spells. and when it scarred over. Looking at the sage colored pants. though. were already on their way to father. The bonding spell. and stupid enough to do anything at that point. though. even if Silva wouldn‟t dream of trying to enforce Bey‟s monogamy. pushing him forward as he walked in strides that were more like controlled leaps. now that they were tied together like this. At any bar or tavern. He still didn‟t have a good grasp of why some things kept Bey angry for days. A quick examination from a reputable tattooist had shown that to be the vain pipe dream it actually was. Sex with Bey. one of „those elemental fuckers. but he still felt as though it were his fault. Silva turned his face away. There was no way to rid themselves of the tattoos. He‟d not experience it again with anyone else. but Silva knew he‟d eventually calm down. but he knew that Bey eventually recovered from practically everything. he‟d needed months to plan it properly the first time. and everyone. Silva felt a small twinge. now. and why others lasted mere seconds. up for him.eyes. He wouldn‟t sleep with anyone but Bey. he almost always WAS dancing with his newest lover. The tattooist was. He always looked like he was on the edge of dancing. It was going to be bad enough when he had to ask Bey to leave with him. he‟d known what the consequences would be if he married with this particular bond. Silva focused on Bey‟s legs. He couldn‟t remember the act. as Bey would put it. and he‟d been very vocal with his opinion on that particular institution. or injury. but that wasn‟t nearly long enough when it came to hiding from father‟s men. Their artist had known what he was doing. muscular bottom. Silva swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth. either. It would be invulnerable to needles. He was the one who had decided to put his own concerns over Bey‟s and suggest a wedding. There was no way Bey had understood what had been happening. He didn‟t want this forced on his friend. Something designed to keep a person in one bed. He was the one who‟d kept track of everyone from home that he should hide from or avoid. Bey had almost attacked the tattooist when he‟d wished them congratulations.
“I thought we were married. His own wedding to a neighboring prince would have been less restrictive. He shouldn‟t have to conform to it simply because Silva couldn‟t control himself when he was drunk. and likely not a good one. Just step back and I‟ll leave. Silva couldn‟t justify holding him to this type of standard. Ice Princess. made him feel even worse. and he leaned close until Silva could smell the berry leaf he always chewed scenting the air around their heads.” He‟d just touched the latch when a hand slammed into the door on either side of him. We both know it. We should talk about this when we‟ve calmed down. and his home. It would most definitely provoke a reaction. princess? The Queen‟s Tavern? The Maiden‟s Whorehouse?” He practically snarled the words. however. most likely the Bond of the Dagger.” Bey smiled oddly as he continued snarling. he‟d lost his current position. Seems to . “Out. The bond was not one of Bey‟s beliefs. Still…what was he doing? Bey was staring at Silva‟s face. He stepped away from the wall and avoided looking at Bey as he headed to the door. “It‟s none of your concern. still leaning close. He couldn‟t believe he‟d asked for the sword. he was angry enough to have Silva feeling that he needed to be very careful at the moment. “You didn‟t answer the question. The meaning of the Sword was too ingrained for him to dismiss it for himself. now. even the thought of breaking it made him feel queasy. He should leave and let Bey vent a bit more before they talked about this. Where do you think you‟re going?” Warm air from Bey‟s mouth brushed across Silva‟s face far too gently for such a rough tone. The Bond of the Sword was sacred. Especially as Bey had not only acquired a spouse. Still. They were almost eye to eye. They would both have to disappear. Silva took a breath turned to confront Bey. Bey. He had to have known Bey would rather die than be tied into this type of relationship. and Silva was mortified to realize that it was turning him on. “And where the hell do you think you‟re going. The man‟s eyes were narrow in his broad face.” “Yeah? Out where. “I‟ll return later. With a quick prayer for strength. Thinking of trying to enforce the bond for Bey. would have been if Bey were just a bit taller. but the consequences would be extremely painful. It was going to get much uglier before it was done. and he ignored the way his body tightened up over it. Father would be after him as well. He winced as Bey started cursing too low to make out the words. Princess?” “Bey… You‟re upset.successfully. used only in cases where the couple had sworn complete fidelity and loyalty to one another.” Bey stared at him intently until he shifted. He wasn‟t going to push at Bey for the moment.
still kissing. Bey always grew more aroused after a little skirmish. Chapter 3 – Married Bey kissed him again. Silva blinked at him. and it‟s gonna be you. mind-blowing fuck.” he said hoarsely.me it‟s all my business now. His lips were hot and wet. God but Bey could kiss. not fighting Bey‟s hold on his head. sculpted chest and abs and he sighed shakily as he ran his palms over them. pulling his hips close to grind their erections together.” “Bey. “It‟s obvious you need some time alone before we can discuss this…” “What I „need‟ is a good fuck. surprised as Bey‟s strong fingers suddenly dug into his bottom. his face harsh. One of the ties ripped and he simply continued. “I don‟t have a problem with that. Bey‟s lips and tongue were sucking and penetrating his mouth. He couldn‟t stop his hips from shoving forward as he let go of Bey‟s head to pull at his clothing. and . stealing the breath from his lungs. Isn‟t that right?” Silva sighed. sturdy rather than sleek.” Bey smiled. I need a good. but he‟d never thought just how fantastic he must be at it. but he‟d never thought… Bey released his mouth. “No. every time we wanna do so much as scratch our damn noses. Silva would swear Bey had found a way to grope his mouth with his tongue. and his hands pulled Silva‟s head down to kiss him harshly. sweaty. It was slick and hot and hard . isn‟t it? Isn‟t every damn waking moment of our lives each other‟s business? Every meal. uncertain what to do. Sex. “I‟d still want your pale white ass. “ he pulled Silva‟s head down closer.” Silva stared at him. Bey backed away from the door and Silva followed.and he liked it. he thought vaguely. pulling at Bey‟s dark hair and plunging his tongue into Bey‟s mouth. You got a problem with that. Silva had seen him spend over an hour just moving his lips over some man or woman‟s face. Sex with Bey might be a lot more frightening a prospect than marriage with him could ever be. and it‟s gonna be you. but not his head. Bey was compact. and stared at him. You‟re just angry about what‟s happened and –“ “That‟s where you‟re wrong. Fire. It was good. All that damn practice. hard. His hands had access to Bey‟s tanned. “You know you don‟t want to do this. and his hands tightened in Silva‟s hair. Silva wondered what he‟d just gotten into. you better talk real fast. I‟m furious about what‟s happened. His body jolted.” Bey growled. His belly was already on fire. Princess. but even if I was happy as a little girl with a lollipop. “I need a good fuck. It was drawn in and suckled immediately.” Silva took a moment to catch his breath. yanking at it without releasing Bey‟s lips until it was dealt with. with Bey. burning. every time we get horny and wanna get laid. He‟d always heard Bey was a fantastic kisser. Bey‟s tongue swirled over his own and he was surprised to hear a moan coming from his throat.
Bey was so large. Silva swallowed. pushing his pants down past his hips and freeing his own dusky cock.Silva didn‟t think he‟d been so excited to touch someone else‟s flesh in his life. Silva‟s fingernails were digging into the dark skin as he grunted with the effort of keeping the muscles of his chest pressed against Bey‟s. his skin slicked with sweat and shining and gorgeously male. Bey pulled Silva close again before he could touch him further. With a grunt. and ripped at his shirt until he was a bare chested as Bey. breaking his grip. “Mine. darker. frantic to get them off. His own cock was hard and aching.” Bey growled. His pants snagged on his ankles and Bey growled a moment before he got them free and threw them halfway across the room. “Fucking married. Trying to help. Silva grabbed at him. He could see Bey‟s erection between his legs. He wanted this: hard and violent and throbbing. You already got your turn. that hurt! Burning. and then he yanked at the front ties to Silva‟s pants. rubbing himself against the hard bulge pushing at his groin.” Bey growled. though. “Gonna take you hard. It crackled against his palms and he tugged. bending his head and using his tongue to tease them instead. and his blunt fingers fumbled with the ties at the front of his own pants. His fingers gripped and slid through Silva‟s hair while Silva hung on tightly. He yelped as Bey bit him. the rough canvas of his leggings rubbing against his member. How much was this going to hurt? “Bey. biting and sucking savagely as his hips slammed against Silva‟s. but now that it was time. Bey leaned down over Silva just as Silva reached around Bey‟s back and bucked into him. he was just figuring out what had happened when Bey practically jumped on him. I‟m not sure – AAAAAAAAH!” Bey slammed into him with one hard thrust and he screamed. Silva grunted as his hands were slapped away. Back off. made him think maybe his lips were heading to his cock. his calves hanging over the end. devouring his mouth again. digging his hands into the heavy mane of black hair. His own hairless chest slid against coarse hair. His lover pulled his pants down to his thighs. He licked down Silva‟s stomach. He pushed Silva‟s legs up towards his stomach roughly. His nerves tightened. licked the head of his cock teasingly. larger than his. Bey licked the wound once. Bey shoved his face down into Silva‟s.” Bey‟s eyes were fierce as he looked into Silva‟s face. even the friction of his own stomach against it was too much to bear. his knees hitting the foot of Bey‟s cot just before the rest of him followed and he flopped onto his back. trying to get Bey to pull back so he could kiss him again. his hand gripping Silva‟s thighs. until Bey moved away. he wasn‟t sure. it was like being stabbed! . slicing pain all the way into his body. Lying on the cot. every little hair teasing his skin. and he felt it press against the entrance to his ass. It made his nipples hard and sensitive. Silva was pretty sure it would bleed. Bey suddenly shoved him down and away. He smelled musky and coarse. “I call the shots today. Oh God. Bey‟s hips were between his legs. Bey was so damn hot. Silva toppled backwards. yanked his hands away. Bey reached up. It made Silva want to suck on his skin and taste the bitterness of it. Take you so hard you can‟t sit for a week. are we? Then we‟ll fucking act like it. Princess. Princess. and then pulled the pants down harshly and shoved.” Silva moaned as his erection was released into Bey‟s hands.
He reached inside and pulled out an old glass bottle of rosy colored oil. and then began to rub the drops of oil into Silva‟s skin. That.” Bey raised one eyebrow at him. you‟re out of your mind if you think for one second that I‟m done with you. adding more oil and tossing it aside. and then drizzled it over Silva‟s body as well. twisting in ways that caused Silva to shiver. Dammit to hell‟s outhouse. and then one heavy finger slicked over his anus and pushed in. for fuck‟s sake. Bey watched Silva‟s face as he withdrew and grabbed the bottle again. He could tolerate this. Fuck. dragging the oil with it. he wasn‟t going to have it end like this! “No. but the pain was so much less. Silva could do the same. Bey suddenly grinned fiercely and he rubbed something inside that made Silva‟s eyes widen and his body arch off the cot. He‟d done this to Bey. didn‟t mean to hurt you like that. Two fingers pushed in slowly. huh?” Silva thought he might be in shock as Bey removed his hand and grabbed Silva‟s legs again. This might be the last sex he ever had! It didn‟t matter if it was painful. and smiled slowly. More full and strange than painful. You look like you‟re getting an arm sawed off.Bey stayed inside him. “Bullshit. It had to get better. Silva. Bey . Just because I fucked up for a minute doesn‟t mean I can‟t make it feel a hell of a lot better.” Bey started to pull out and Silva pulled at the ends of his hair before he could totally withdraw. Silva tensed.” Silva watched nervously as Bey poured the oil over his own cock. I totally bungled this. hadn‟t he? If the man had taken Silva inside his body. and you‟re forgetting who the hell you‟re talking to. do you? Dammit. “Now THAT is what I‟m looking for. The heated look on his face made Silva‟s cock twitch.” Silva flushed and let go of his hair. obviously surprised.” Bey‟s breathing came in pants as Silva opened his eyes to see his angry. and Silva bit his lip to keep from crying out again. Silva thought he might even come. Forgot you haven‟t done this before. Let‟s try this again. frustrated face above him. you don‟t have to stop! I‟ll get used to it. You and your tight little ass are gonna fucking kill me. rubbing and teasing them until they ached. “Silva. “Shit. “Then what –“ “Supplies. “Now we can play rough and everybody‟s still happy. Bey thrust in just as suddenly as he‟d done the first time. moving it slowly. He just hadn‟t thought it would hurt so badly to have someone enter him! He closed his eyes. His hands slid smoothly over Silva‟s cock and balls. Men would never agree to bottom more than once if things didn‟t improve from this point. dropped it back on the table. still watching his face. but the intense pain of before was absent.” he lied hoarsely. There was a strange.” Bey let Silva‟s legs drop and he moved until he could reach the one poorly made drawer by the cot. He corked the bottle. “It‟s not too bad. Princess. Dammit. don‟t even know when to relax. full sensation that made him squirm as Bey pushed his finger in deeper. Bey groaned and leaned forward against Silva‟s legs.
wide lips and take his mind from the pain. forcing hard thrumming near-orgasms with each penetration. his hips gliding now. but it felt right that they had at least one time to remember. Bey continued moving.” Bey murmured. “Now we can have a good fuck. So.” Bey said quietly. refusing to let him go as his body began rocking from the force of Bey's thrusts. clenching his balls tight. please! Bey!” With a hoarse grunt. Before he got there. he released Bey‟s hair and lay limply draped over the cot. “That. his breathing still irregular. and tried to pull him down to kiss those full. crying out against Bey‟s mouth.” Silva opened his eyes to look at him and fumbled his way up until he was fully on the cot. Bey shifted and the next thrust made him gasp at an unexpected shock of pleasure so sharp it stung. You just lay back and hang on for the ride. “Scoot up. He couldn‟t have controlled what Bey was doing if he tried. watching as he reached over and played with a stray hair coming out of Silva‟s braid. winding itself around Silva‟s erection. “Gotcha. Princess. Bey got in beside him and lay sideways. He reached up. and finally hung on as his body soaked up the heat and pulsing bursts of lust coming from his ass and his chest and… “Aaaaaah! God. grabbing at Bey‟s head again. His ass burned.” Silva laughed softly and let Bey fiddle with his hair as he tried to come to grips with what had just happened. Silva plunged his tongue into Bey‟s mouth. until Silva and he drifted down. Bey let Silva‟s other leg drop and pulled out of his body. Bey. “Was fucking worth the wait. “You‟re a very rough lover. He tried to arch up and move. That was what bottoming was like. but the rest of his body was so sated and thrumming that he didn‟t honestly care. . I am gonna blow your little mind.” Blow his mind? Silva winced at the slight pain as Bey withdrew and thrust again. Bey! Bey. He thought he might be weeping. When Silva‟s breathing softened. and let Silva take his head. slowly. You‟ll feel like shit if you leave your legs hanging over the edge like that. Silva would swear he felt Bey coming inside his body. He kept his hands pressing against Silva‟s legs as he began to thrust into Silva‟s body. Bey reached between them. His erection was rubbing against his stomach with each thrust. The fact that it had been wild and sweaty and painful and amazing seemed so utterly „Bey‟ that he laughed again to himself. failed. still hard and aching. pouring into him. Bey slammed himself into Silva‟s body so hard that Silva began to slide up the cot. Maybe it would never happen again. and he pumped his hips slower in time with his hands until Silva came.” he finally said. The pain was washed over with gut clenching pleasure that built. leaning so that Silva‟s legs were up high and wide.leaned over Silva‟s body and he leered. He reached up and touched his tattoo gently. releasing one of Silva‟s legs to grab his cock.
He didn‟t know what the hell it was. We‟re still friends. Best sex he‟d had in who knew how long. “Talk away. Bey rolled closer. Marriage. . and the way his breath had caught in his throat with every little moan he made was the biggest ego boost Bey‟d ever had. You should drop it.” Silva said quickly. happy feeling dropped like a stone. but he‟d thought the end had made up for it. He wasn‟t a big fan of cuddling and all that post-sex shit. I‟m just gonna fucking pass out. Maybe he was always this way after sex or something? He‟d have to pay attention and see next time. I‟m gonna fuck you softly for hours until you beg for mercy. although not quite as much as when Silva had tried to walk out on him. “We need to talk. but Silva wasn‟t acting right. “Ow! Pinching? What are you. “That didn‟t piss you off too badly or anything. but only when he was giving someone the brush off.” Bey looked at him. there was so definitely going to be a next time. “We can do it again.” “Next time?” Tentatively. right? I mean…it was just sex. Silva shivered and Bey scooted in a little closer. quietly. just come out and say so. sleek and strong and smooth.” Silva‟s voice was soft.” Bey yawned. Something was off. in his opinion. And overly polite responses or not. suddenly uncomfortable and showing it.” Bey‟s flushed. still pissed about that. but Silva was hot enough that he could snuggle without feeling weird about it. “Of course. he was really uptight and all. too. right?” Bey looked up at him.” Dammit. Silva‟s body felt nice.” Bey felt himself starting to get angry again. but he smiled automatically. Silva smelled good. Warm. but don‟t let that stop you. Well.“Depends on my mood. We‟ll have to do it again sometime. “Well. yeah. Which was weirder than hell. Silva‟s ass was damn tight. Just sex. and this was Silva‟s response? He‟d heard Silva use that tone of voice before.” Silva‟s post-sexual high faded a little. “No. “Next time. That had been way the fuck too fantastic not to repeat. He knew he‟d hurt him in the beginning. a freaking girl?” “This is serious. Kind of cool and minty.” Bey responded nonchalantly. “Princess. I didn‟t say that. Fuck. plopping his arm over Silva‟s waist just because he could.” He grunted as Silva pinched his forearm. it really pissed him off sometimes. Princess. how Silva would be so polite instead of saying what he really thought. because Bey usually didn‟t care about crap like that. Bey! The marriage…” “Yeah. if you don‟t wanna fucking do it again. but Silva‟s smell had been a total turn on. “Bey.
He could use his new status as a married man to get some of the women who liked to feel they were stealing someone away from someone else. the man‟s honor was like a pole perpetually shoved up his ass. And when the sex started to get stale. his forehead crinkling in worry. and THEN act like it had never happened. It would be a week. he‟d just say it wasn‟t working out and Silva‟s honor would be satisfied and they‟d go back to the way things were before. A few weeks. He could fucking go out when Bey was damn well ready for him to. And another plus: he could never be threatened by father‟s wanting him to marry their „pure‟ daughters after this. drinking. Bey opened his eyes to slits and examined Silva‟s face as the man stared at the ceiling. trying to go out when Bey was still pissed at him? Idiot. He started laughing to himself. if he was already married. He knew Silva. He‟d never met anyone he fucking trusted enough to give that power to. too. He could use this as an excuse to screw Silva blind until he was tired of it. Out of everyone he knew. How would Silva taste? His mouth was delicious. though. now that he‟d had a minute to look at it more clearly. he thought he was going to be wanting it a whole hell of a lot.was giving someone power over you for the rest of your damn life. That was definitely the way to go. He‟d be able to have a fantastic bit of sex and still have his friendship intact at the end of it. He‟d completely throw himself into being married. until they‟d exhausted his sexual imagination. He could…stay married and act like it was real. Bey felt himself getting harder and opened his eyes a little more. Feeling Silva‟s skin underneath his hand as his lover shifted. but how about . He‟d better not go thinking he had the right to go out on his own. whatever the hell they wanted to. sex. He was surprised he‟d even tried. he licked his lips at the other possibility. Bey wasn‟t sure why the big baby had tried to walk out earlier. Silva would too. You married someone. Silva was the most stuck on marriage. not until Bey figured out what the hell he was going to do. and he was conservative as hell. And right now. He could ignore the tattoos and pretend it had never happened. The little priss actually lectured some of the married men when they went out carousing and got too frisky with the tavern wenches. so what the hell had Silva thought he was doing. and what the man might do to him as well. Yet he hadn‟t been married a full day before he‟d tried to go out to show off his little ass at some tavern. letting them trace the contours of Silva‟s ivory skin down his chest to the silvered hair of his groin and his soft cock lying there. his body was tight and responsive. his nipples were yummy. His cock firmed slightly as he thought of what he could do to Silva. When hell froze over. This marriage thing wasn‟t too bad at all. at least. But Silva was damn well stuck with him. Silva was damn sexy. He closed his eyes as he tried to think clearly. There weren‟t that many options. and now he was stuck with Silva. then they had the right to bitch about spending money. but he did know that if he pretended to go along with the marriage. He‟d be willing to have sex with Bey whenever Bey wanted. maybe.
Maybe Bey would just take Silva‟s cock in his mouth and see how long he could make it last before Silva lost it. We can‟t come back. How far could he push this? What kind of marriage did the elementals have. when he exerted himself.” Bey blew a raspberry. that would be a relief. “Now that my father knows where I am. barely registering Silva‟s face as he saw Silva moaning in ecstasy in his mind‟s eye.” Bey looked at him blankly. He wiped his expression clean. Just because we got married doesn‟t mean we‟ve gotta go run away with our tails between our legs. Silva started to rise as well until Bey pushed a hand on his chest and shoved him back down. And it wasn‟t like they were going anywhere else tonight. “Now that what?” Silva closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the end of the bed before he spoke. “How the hell would he know?” . I‟m listening. Princess?” Bey thought about getting time off and spending a week down south in one of the pleasure baths with Silva. especially if Bey undid his hair. Bey.” He started to laugh. looking down at Silva. “No. whether or not Silva wanted to. anyway? Was one of a couple the dominant one? He had an image of Silva bound and helpless and caught a moan before it left his throat. “…listening. Bey?” Bey blinked and realized Silva was looking right at him. “Fuck. He hated cleaning. but Silva was pretty fuckable looking when he was pissy like this. it could really work out for him. Bey pushed himself up with his arms until he was sitting on the bed. God. Totally cliché. “I could do that. You have gotta just get over caring what everyone thinks. Now that…” He stopped and Bey‟s eyes sharpened at the nervous twitch to his lips.” And thinking of taking him again. He began to smile lasciviously. “What do you mean. pay attention!” “All right.his dick? He wanted to find out. we have to leave town for good. Bey. Maybe he could order Silva to take over cleaning duty or something. And Silva wasn‟t too bad at it. They had to try that once. “We have to leave town. leave? You want a wedding trip or something. He would just look too damn hot all tied up. And if there WAS some sort of role they were forced to assume. don‟t be such a little kid. Yeah. And here he‟d thought it was actually something serious.” “That‟s not it! It‟s not safe here any longer. Princess. “What?” “Bey. don‟t get your corset strings in a knot.” Silva was already shaking his head.
He gave him a practiced leer.” Bey looked at Silva‟s hips and worked his way up. calm down. “C-commoner? I. Silva‟s dear old dad must have a real temper. I‟m willing to let you work it off.I don‟t know what you-“ “Please.” Bey stared at him. He can‟t put you over his knee or something if he doesn‟t like who you‟re fucking right now. elementals can read minds once you get married? Don‟t be fucking paranoid. He smiled and caught the boot Silva threw at his chest. Although I think you should gimme some kind of reward for that level of restraint. His face flushed.” Silva was up on his high horse again: icy and prissy altogether. “Eh. your dad‟s as freaky about life as you are! But so the fuck what? Not like you‟re a little kid. We‟re just too polite to ask about it. honestly. you silky little cock tease. “We should leave by tomorrow. can‟t say I was expecting that. Silva. but he could have you killed. he‟d have sent information to my family. you idiot. and get off the bed. Everyone in the guards knows you come from wealth. “A reward? Well hell. It‟s not like I‟m the one turning you in for the money.” He shifted and leaned over Silva‟s legs until his shoulders rested against the wall. “What. Bey lost another minute just watching Silva‟s ass and his limp.” “Bey…” “No. “I‟m not going anywhere. there‟s a reward out for me! Once that tattooist knew my name. how much? “ “35.” Silva sucked in his breath before he spoke again.” . You tap that ass again and I‟ll just grab it.” “Bey.“When we got the tattoo –“ Bey rolled his eyes. Ha. “You sure the tattooist would pass on the info? How much was the reward? Maybe it‟s not worth it. Your father comes here with some stick up his ass about you marrying a commoner or something…” Silva froze with his arms halfway into his sleeves.” Bey smirked. Long enough for Silva to glare at him.” He grunted as his other boot almost got him in the face. gotcha. frazzled braid as he walked to the other side of the room. “I‟m so thrilled you find this amusing.000 gold pieces. “Well. “Don‟t worry.” Silva‟s voice was flat and Bey‟s brain stopped working for a few crucial minutes.” Silva continued as though Bey hadn‟t interrupted him. “No. do I LOOK stupid to you? You have better manners than members of the council. shove him off his legs. He gloated at the braid.
“That‟s ridiculous, everyone has been quite happy to ask about everyone‟s business…” “All right, so maybe I threatened to kick a little ass if anyone got too nosy. Same difference. Thing is, your old man can‟t do anything here, so stop freaking out about it. And will you stop packing??” Bey got to his feet and started across the room. “You don‟t understand,” Silva muttered. “Don‟t forget, my father is one of those „elementals‟ you were so blithely discussing earlier. He will take me back, which I‟ve been damn well trying to avoid since I came here, and if he doesn‟t kill you outright, it‟ll be… It‟s best not to think about it. Please, for once in your stubborn life, just trust me. Get ready to leave.” “Not gonna happen, Princess. Sorry, but I‟m not running away from someone‟s damn father.” Bey sighed as he realized Silva was now fully dressed. There went his hopes for the rest of the night. Unless he could sweep his legs and pin him just right. Hmmm. Silva bit his lip before he snorted. “I seem to recall you running down Golden Avenue clutching your pants the last time Eva‟s father caught you two together.” “That was different. The man owns a stable; do you know how many animals he‟s gelded?” “What if I told you my father might do the same thing?” “I‟d say you‟re full of shit, but nice try.” “Bey, you need to leave town! Both of us do!” Bey shook his head, drawing closer. “Like I said: not gonna happen. But I do have something that might take your mind off of it.” Silva had his mouth open to respond when Bey grabbed at him and pushed at the same time, knocking him back onto Silva‟s bed. “Bey, quit being such a juvenile – mmmmph.” Bey came down onto him and grabbed his hair with his hand as he plastered his lips over Silva‟s. He plunged his tongue in, burrowing his other hand underneath Silva‟s tunic and playing with his chest and nipples until Silva stopped struggling and started kissing him back. He pulled back with a smug smile. “You can talk to me about leaving later, Princess. After.” Panting, Silva tried to push up at him. “Bey, we can‟t be intimate all night! We need to finish discussing this!” “Hey, we got married, didn‟t we? We‟re supposed to be screwing each other every free moment. It‟s a damn law.” “Bey! Will you stop it, Bey!” “Later. I‟ve got people to do right now.” Bey brought his lips back down onto Silva‟s and he was happy to notice that he didn‟t hear another word about leaving for the rest of the night.
Chapter 4 - Talking to a Mule “We can take two horses over the foothills and-“ “No.” Bey didn‟t bother looking at Silva as they walked their rounds. It drove Silva insane. “We‟ll have money. I‟ve sold my goblet collection to councilwoman Smeethe.” “Good for you. Buy yourself some ale and get ripped. Or better yet, buy something to tie your mouth shut with, because your voice is beginning to irritate me.” Bey pushed himself forward, his stride carrying him along so quickly that Silva had to increase his own pace just to keep up with the smaller man. He would have accused him of trying to run away from their problem, but Bey was always like this when he was irritated. Better they did their rounds twice in half the time than Bey find some other outlet for his energy. Although a good fight might do them both some good. At least it might tire Bey out enough that he‟d have to listen. “I checked with the caravan from Tierna that came in last night. They said both Nor and Tien Si are looking to increase their city guards. There should be no difficulty in –“ Bey muttered something under his breath and turned into a small alley no more than two paces wide. Silva immediately shut up. Hand on his pommel, he followed warily. Eyes peering into the pale, mid-day shadows for what had caught Bey‟s attention, he was completely surprised when Bey suddenly turned and slammed him into a stone wall. With a snarl, Bey shoved his face into Silva‟s and kissed him sharply, a stunning, blade-hard assault of lips and tongue. Fingers worked the fasteners of Silva‟s vest, pulling them apart until Silva could feel the harsh fabric of Bey‟s cording against his nipples. And then Bey pulled back and started to yank at the ties to Silva‟s pants. Silva grabbed his hand and shoved it away. “Bey, this isn‟t the time…” He swore as Bey simply switched hands. “I told you, shut up. Actually, let me do that for you.” Bey‟s mouth slammed back down onto his and Silva brought up his arms to shove him away. He couldn‟t understand why his hands decided to grip Bey‟s shoulders instead. It had to be the man‟s tongue, he thought, his head swimming. It was more seductive than a professional prostitute‟s. He moaned faintly as it slipped its way into his mouth, raping him with a gentle touch at odds with the hard pressure of Bey‟s lips. Then the slickness was gone and Silva yelled out as he was spun around. With a quick hiss, his loosened ties were yanked open and his pants were around his knees. “Bey! This isn‟t the time to be…” He finished on a gasp as Bey gripped Silva‟s cock with a hard hand. A few strokes later and the man bucked against his body, sliding thick and hot between the cheeks of his ass.
Silva moaned again, his face pressed against the wall. The rough stones of the alley disappeared as his body focused on the heavy thrusting against his backside and how it pushed him into the hard, callused hand around his cock. His determination to get Bey to leave, his anger and frustrating, everything drained away. And then he felt Bey nudging at his body, seeking entrance, and he damned himself for arching back to let him in. He could only gasp when Bey took him up on his invitation. His breath came in sudden pants, expelled violently every time Bey thrust into him. His hands clutched at the wall, scraping at the rounded stones desperately for purchase he couldn‟t find. There was no finesse, just Bey‟s hips and his cock and the deep, burning ache in Silva‟s belly and the grip around his cock. He bit his lip rather than cry out as he felt his orgasm hit him so quickly it was shattering, Bey‟s body still slamming into him with quick, jerking snaps. Bey grunted against his shoulder as he finished, pressing his entire body against him, the heat where they joined burning compared to the cool, heavy fabric from their clothed bodies. Silva rested his forehead against the cobbled wall, trying to catch his breath. With a careful shifting, Bey pulled out from his body, and Silva could hear him doing up his pants. The noises from the marketplace slowly came back into focus. With shaky legs, Silva turned around, still leaning against the wall. Bey looked him over, watching his face carefully before smiling. With a sudden cheerful whistling, he turned and started towards the end of the alley. He turned back just before he was out of sight, leering at Silva‟s half naked body. “Told you I‟d take care of shutting you up. Pretty damn good at my job, wouldn‟t you say, Princess?” An elderly male couple walked by at that exact moment and stared. Silva‟s attempted growl ended on a yelp as he grabbed frantically at his pants to try and cover himself. One of the old men, a green clad wood-cutter with biceps that were still impressive, turned to look at Bey and shook his head. “Deplorable. That is utterly appalling,” the old man said, shaking his finger at Bey. Silva‟s hands flew as he tied his pants hastily, trying to make it out before Bey laid into the man. The lecherous idiot had no shame, and no patience for those who tried to force such a quality on him. “Look at his chest!” The man pointed as though it was unclear who he might be talking about and his quavering voice lashed out. “It‟s abraded! What were you thinking?! Next time, use that wall over by Noble Commons – it‟s got moss on it so you won‟t scrape his skin.” Silva froze half-way down the alley, staring at them with his mouth hanging open as both oldsters nodded decisively. Glancing down at himself to see the reddened skin he hadn‟t even felt himself damaging, he flushed deeply. He heard Bey choking and thanking the man, snorting as the men muttered angrily to themselves as they left. “Boys these days. Can‟t believe how little concern they have for their partners. In my day we were considerate when we fucked a young man out in public.” His partner nodded in agreement while they walked away and Bey started laughing before they were even out of earshot. He looked back at Silva, smirking. “I guess I need to apologize. I‟ll be much more considerate the next time we fuck in an alley.”
if only the stubborn pervert would cooperate! “Will you pay attention. that‟s all it was. Sex might have entered their relationship with a sudden. we could-” “Do not finish that thought.” Bey ignored him to look around the bar. Leaving Bey here for his father to find was extremely tempting. but for Bey.” Silva glared at him as Bey stepped near. and then he‟d be off flirting and enjoying himself when he was tired of it. knocking him into an apple cart. He kept walking as the shopkeeper and Bey began cursing at each other while his partner tried to pull his foot free from the wooden spokes of the cart. Bey! This is your cock we‟re discussing here! I‟m sure you would rather it .” “Lecher. Think about this seriously. Bey simply grinned at him after one surprised grunt. my delicate ice Princess. it looked like Bey wasn‟t going to do anything about their marriage but use it to his advantage for a little while. And Silva wanted to ensure that he could continue existing that way. sipping at his beer with a bored slurp. whatever his personal feelings over it were. trying to keep his voice low and still loud enough to be heard over the other patrons at the bar. “And now all my lechery is for you.” “Jackass. Silva felt his heart pound painfully as he noticed it. “Don‟t be so dismissive.“Shut up.” “Prude. ever again. His own reaction made him even angrier.” “Sissy. It wasn‟t as though he wasn‟t aware of who Bey was. Silva had no illusions about that. Bey.” Bey said casually.” Silva said.” Bey grinned broader.” Silva‟s fist shot out and caught Bey by surprise. we‟re on duty near Noble Commons tomorrow. his eyes lingering on a young man‟s ass as the servant bent over to wash one of the nearby tables. That‟s just the way he was.” Silva stomped passed him and made sure to elbow him in the gut and step on his toes as he passed. “You know. concussive bang. *** “They‟ll castrate you. “Deviate. Bey! What would your life be like once that happened? No sex. Now that his anger had dissipated. “They can always try.
Think! What would you do. A good night for stealth. his eyes clouding. They needed to talk. and got a hand gesture for the red room. their pupils huge as they glared at him. knocking the wind out of him as Silva slammed him into a wall. hard shove against his back. Maybe now he could convince his stubborn bride to remove himself from the immediate area. Hearing the door slam. we need to…” “When are you going to learn to just shut up. feet. The man‟s quirks were nothing new. Bey still managed to catch him behind the leg as they struggled. if only Bey would agree to leave. teeth – it was dirty fighting on both their parts. Silva? This is what I‟d do. *** Two more days and two more botched discussions later. already. not literally become one!! And you cannot tell me that you would be sitting here so calmly if you truly believed you could lose your cock. By the end. At least now Bey might listen to him. The dark made it easy to catch Bey unaware. and they both went sprawling. He regretted his easy acceptance of his friend‟s odd behavior as he was sent sprawling to the floor with a sudden.” Bey said darkly. Silva managed to roll over just as Bey straddled his body and pinned him. however. heavy muscles sat on his cock and Silva swallowed.” Bey murmured. but moonless. nodding towards the stairs. If he could overpower him. Silva was desperate enough to challenge Bey physically. It was a crowded night.” Bey moved his lips towards Silva‟s and it took everything the silver-haired man had not to moan before they even got there. He waited until they were off shift. He flipped a coin to bartender. But those lips were like a drug. neither one was able to do anything but curse at each other through swollen lips. Bey opened the door and gestured him gallantly inside. and his lips came down on Silva‟s like the wrath of a lustful god. heading out towards the nearest tavern. He centered himself. burying the upset and nerves over the fact that it had been three days already and they were still here. and Silva could give up quite a bit at this point. and it felt like his heart literally stuttered as it beat against his chest. “You wanna know what I‟d do if my dick was gonna be cut up tomorrow. if you knew someone was coming to cut it off tomorrow!” Silva shoved the beer out of Bey‟s hand and it sloshed over the table. And completely pointless. He stared into Bey‟s eyes. heads. Silva composed himself. Silva eyed him suspiciously – Bey wasn‟t gallant unless he wanted something – but he stepped across the threshold. They had lost too much time as it was. Hands. “Bey. Bey turned to look at him finally. he could take the man out of town whether he liked it or not. “We need some privacy for this conversation. They needed to leave. and they had to wait for the .be referred to as a sausage. Warm.
groaning and whining about what hurt. What had happened? Had Father found him?! Where wasThere was a muttered groan near his ear and a heavy arm slid across his nude chest and curled around his ribs to cuddle underneath his back. Silva went out and contacted the apothecary for advice. He knew it was Bey embracing him. “Mmmnnnnnh!” Silva shook his head as his attempt to call his partner ended up as a strangled. He looked up quickly. as they both walked around like elderly men until they took the powder the physician had left. possibly longer. writhing angrily. So when his friend went to bed early that night. Had he been drinking again? He didn‟t recall indulging himself. It would be easy. chatting and flirting with everyone around him. The guard‟s physician confined them to quarters for two shifts. he tried to remember why. Ever since he and Bey hadBey! His attempt to sit up ended with a harsh jerk as his hands refused to move from their position above his head. He could remember Bey drinking the doctored ale. Bey was always very social at public meals. He could feel the warmth of another body press against his side. and he realized they were tied as well. and started pulling. . but why? His brow furrowed as he struggled with thoughts that still felt heavy and thick. There was a gag in his mouth! Something ragged and feathery and – he inhaled through his nose and almost sneezed – smelling of dust. He barely noticed what he put in his mouth. He‟d toasted a few minor events. trying to get out from under Bey. to make sure Bey drank it as quickly as possible. he managed to dislodge the leg across his own but the arm merely tightened. ferocious mutter. They should keep Bey out for at least a day. It shouldn‟t be too difficult. Bucking his body up. Watching Bey the next day. but at least the commander wrote it off as a „newlywed quarrel‟ and told them to keep their little spats less physical next time. It had been ridiculously easy to slip it in. Silva was reminded of one last option to gain Bey‟s compliance: drugs. His attempt to move his feet ended as almost as quickly.guard on shift to spot them and get them help back to their room. *** Silva woke up with his mouth feeling like grated paper. saw his hands tied to the frame of his own cot. she was willing to sell him two of the more potent herbal sedatives she had. if the man was unconscious when they departed. and then… what had happened? He squirmed again. and stared into irritated blue eyes as the man leaned his head up to glare at him. He squirmed. For nearly a quarter of the gold he‟d collected for their trip. All he‟d have to do was slip it into his morning ale. and where Silva should kiss to make it better. One muscled leg flopped over both of his with another deep grunt. Blinking in the faint light of dawn seeping through the window. He wouldn‟t have to struggle with Bey at all.
Bey had managed to drug his beer somehow instead.” Silva threw his body against his restraints so hard the cot almost tipped over and Bey grumbled. long talk. Don‟t you know that by now?” Bey said quietly. Princess. It shouldn‟t have been smooth. nuzzling against Silva‟s exposed armpit.” Silva‟s eyes widened. Silva wished he were anywhere but helpless and underneath the man. One hand on either side of Silva‟s head. Silva bit back a yelp as Bey‟s hand moved and he felt a sharp. Damn. Silva closed his eyes. Silva groaned. His entire body convulsed. “Nnnnnnnhmmmm!” Bey chuckled and licked again. He honestly wished he hadn‟t. He licked the hollow with a light flick and Silva shook wildly. And then he turned. and we‟re going to have a nice. he‟d been growing his beard back in. Oh. you‟d think you‟d never been tied up and drugged before. slick skin.” The dark head flonked back onto the cot and Bey moved in close again. scratching under his jaw afterwards. “Water. I‟m trying to sleep here.” Bey raised an eyebrow and sat back. he brought his face so close that Silva finally got a good look into his eyes.” Silva stared at him as he yawned and sat up.” . but he still looked on the edge of a fight. Bey‟s voice was soft and teasing. I can have some real fun with this. Silva started to get angry himself as Bey‟s tongue ran smoothly over soft. but not by much. I need water. “I didn‟t know you were ticklish. Silva. “Now. pulling back.” His hands were moving before he finished speaking and Silva worked his jaw around as the filthy fabric was untied and tossed to the floor. pressing his ass onto Silva‟s cock and grinding down. I‟m going to take off the gag. The insufferable baboon had shaved his face again. bracing his body over Silva‟s and sitting down until his naked ass pressed directly on Silva‟s member. “Jnnnmmlldddddnnnn!” “Such language. What a baby. “Bey. Bey was looking exceedingly unhappy. My mouth is dryer than the Siletti Plains. Silva. The lecher leaned down and licked lightly at Silva‟s jawline. Furious might be too strong a word. He popped his neck so loudly Silva winced. stinging pinch on the side of his backside. I wonder if I should punish you for it. “Crap. don‟t be such a degenerate lecher.“Shhhh. “You shouldn‟t try to serve a dish you can‟t stomach yourself. groaning slightly at the urge to thrust that swept over him. Bey stretched his arms above his head unselfconsciously.
and Silva licked his dry lips. which I could most certainly accommodate you on.” Silva winced. let me up. but it had been enough to tip his hand to Bey. When Silva gave in and pushed up with his hips. He pulled back with a frown and rubbed a thumb over Silva‟s chapped lips. “Considering you were trying to knock me out. but don‟t let that stop you.” Silva grit his teeth. you can at least show me those manners you always trot out for everyone. petulant. this is childish. He didn‟t seem to be joking. curling around Silva‟s dry mouth. He was certain he hadn‟t been quite that obvious. Bey stopped and hopped off with a victorious grin. Sorry about that.” With a triumphant grin. I might get thirsty enough to drink the entire glass by the time you‟re done. sitting down on the edge of the cot and laying his hand over Silva‟s stomach. gulping ostentatiously. Who knows what you were going to do. you‟re likely shit out of luck.Bey ignored him for a few moments. holding it near Silva‟s face. “Say please. I‟m just making certain you don‟t try to jump me in my sleep. He glared at the man standing over him. Princess.” “I‟m not trying to solve anything. “Damn. this isn‟t the way to solve it. “If I knew. Silva pulled at his bindings again. rolling his hips so that Silva‟s member was gripped in the cleft of his ass. “Please. your stealth is more like a tiger trying to hide in a henhouse. Whatever idea you have in your head. “You are the most irritating. “Don‟t stop on my account. suddenly all business. You know you shouldn‟t try that sort of crap with me. The stared at each other. I‟m assuming something sexual. but it could be something a lot less interesting.” .” A head shake answered him while Bey‟s fingers circled his naval absently. obviously. Silva. He refilled the cup and repeated it until Silva finally said enough. I‟ve been drugged and fucked silly by sneakier men than you could ever be. “Bey. Bey lifted Silva‟s head and took another drink. Go ahead. You want the water. In that case. and let Silva gulp the entire glass awkwardly.” Silva looked him over carefully.” Bey said calmly. making the cot creak. I wouldn‟t have tied you up. “You know what I was trying to do. you really are dry. He brought back a small cup. And besides. Really. He tugged at his hands again. “Untie me and we can discuss it. Silva. Silva was about to protest when the man sealed his lips to Silva‟s and let the cool liquid slide in with his tongue.” “Bey. ridiculous –“ Bey took another sip and Silva shut up.” Bey took a sip. both nude and half-erect. I didn‟t realize. Let me up and-“ “Say please. you can‟t blame a man for being a little wary about falling asleep next to you.” He held the cup up to Silva‟s mouth.
now. “Bey! Do not think you can simply continue on this path without a great deal of pain later. Using the opportunity. Bey. “You. you lecher. I can appreciate a good spanking as much as the next man. You‟re not usually so sly. nor to have it served to me! Bey…stop this.” Bey stopped. Silva snarled. Fingers drifted lower.” “We beat each other unconscious!” “Only once.You‟re not serious?” “Of course I‟m serious. “Not going to happen. considering your position. “Well I don‟t care to serve this particular dish at all.We need to leave. “Surprised me that was enough to stop you.” “Dammit.Bey stilled and he smiled. And I‟m sure that the feeling in my hand should be shared with your ass as soon as possible. Don‟t you remember what Dik‟s matchmaker told him? Couples should be completely open with each other.” “That wouldn‟t do either of us any good. tangling around silver curls. The hand was pulled away with a snort.” Bey shrugged. Tell Uncle Bey what he wants to know or he might have to put you over his knees. Or maybe I should change that to ice-bottom. You‟re welcome to return the favor sometime. eh?” Bey‟s eyes finally lost a little of their edge and they drifted down while his lips twisted in that way Silva knew meant he was thinking of something carnal.” “Sure. What. They should share their thoughts and feelings. “On second thought. Curb whatever sexual deviance is coursing through your head.” Bey said it so casually it took Silva a moment to comprehend what he‟d just said. ice-top. you don‟t serve a dish you can‟t stomach. pulling back on the foreskin slightly. keep your mouth shut. did you think you could persuade me while I . “I knew you‟d given in too easily on that. Silva tried to twist away. Come on. curling around his balls and burrowing between his thighs. Bey tickled the underside of his thighs until Silva couldn‟t help himself and started squirming and laughing uncontrollably. if you can get me pinned. You know why I was trying to. “Bey…” Bey‟s hand released him and slid down further. Silva clamped them tight and trapped his hand.” Silva shook his head. “Most ticklish damn man I‟ve ever met.” He grinned slowly. Like I said. hands reaching down for Silva‟s legs again. “ His fingers wrapped around Silva‟s cock and gripped tightly. but I didn‟t expect you to try and drug me.
Relax or you‟re going to injure something. I‟m not going to spend my life running. “Silva. Bey reached out and pulled on the cot. Silva gave a startled shout as he slammed into the wall. bells or no. “Now stop picking at this every damn minute. The muscles of his chest shifted and drew Silva‟s gaze. you mule-headed fool!” Bey shook his head and sighed. The man licked his lips with a satisfied sigh. I don‟t care how dangerous your father is. I‟m a grown man. I planned to have you over a day out of town by the time you woke up! I don‟t care at this point why you leave. Silva took it and moaned as Bey slipped his hand behind Silva‟s head as he stood and kissed him hard enough to bruise.” He untied Silva as though they‟d merely been discussing their commander‟s latest mistress and Silva rubbed at his wrists in frustrated silence. Doesn‟t count. he watched the man move as Bey walked over and offered him a hand up. time for our shift. or uncles or whoever else is coming for you and your tight. I have two horses ready to carry the both of us out of here.” Silva‟s voice was just as hoarse as he clambered over the wreck of his cot. little ass. He thought three of the leg spindles were cracked through. The musky smell of the man‟s sweat had his cock swelling painfully again. “Or I really will find a way to spank you. He could see Bey‟s point. why did Bey refuse to see his? Sighing. Too bad. We‟re almost out of time. you simply need to! You‟ll be killed if you stay here. We could have had some fun. or your brothers.was out cold?” “Don‟t be an idiot. and I‟m on my guard now. Staring and blinking was all Silva felt capable of as Bey let go. ashamed to admit that he enjoyed seeing the man fall down and dry heave.” “You don‟t understand how dangerous-“ Bey turned. turning as the bells sounded in the courtyard. You run and you just end up overlooking the snake in your path or setting off the panther in the underbrush. and you‟ve been so tense we haven‟t had sex since the first damn night.” “We need to LEAVE. and that‟s all you need to do. We‟re supposed to be married. It felt difficult to talk. “You are the most exasperating gloom merchant I‟ve ever met. He could feel his nipples harden against Bey‟s chest as his mouth was rimmed and penetrated for so long that he struggled to breathe. head close to the ground. “Haven‟t had sex? Have you forgotten the alley?” “That was an impulse fuck. Bey.” Bey waved his hand dismissively before slipping on . they‟ll be in for a surprise. He kicked Bey in the stomach as soon as his legs were free. toppling it over.” “Haven‟t had… “ Silva sputtered weakly. “Ah. Silva. understand this.” Silva stared at him. getting to his feet. You warned me they were coming. his hands clenched on his hips. Still kneeling. “It‟s been over a week now. his stomach sinking.” Bey shook his head as he shoved his legs into his pants. If they think they‟ll be coming after some May boy who‟s an easy kill. “Get dressed.” Bey coughed.
Vengeance or friendship weren‟t enough to make him return all that way. He shouldn‟t be surprised that Bey had his own warped standards for what counted as a sexual encounter.. Traveling back here to find Silva was simply not in his makeup. but Silva could at least ensure Bey was safe and protected before he confronted his own father. If he used some of his savings and hired enough people to kidnap him. he likely wouldn‟t bother. and happy to beat Silva bloody if they came across each other again. Silva could probably find someone reliable enough to take him there. “Yeah. counting off on his fingers. the irony completely lost on Bey.” “Because I‟m too tense. He was always too rooted in his immediate surroundings to worry overly much about what was outside of his influence.. If Silva got him out of the way.” “Frottage is not sex.” Bey suddenly grinned. Silva‟s mind recovered.” Silva pulled his tunic over his head to hide a deep blush. “But you admit it was-“ “I never finished. and two episodes of groping to climax. usually within months. “Two deep throats – you‟re welcome. “That was a pretty sweet rim job. maybe.” Bey smiled again. He‟d be furious.” Silva‟s eyes narrowed as he caught the clothing Bey tossed his way. found a little of itself. “Ton‟s party. “But all the times in our room we‟ve-“ Bey was already shaking his head. “Oh yes. “The night at the inn. and knowing Bey. sending a shiver down Silva‟s spine. “We‟ll deal with your family when they come.” Silva could barely nod. Bey should be safe. but he still wasn‟t dropping this. remember? You woke everyone up and they all came over. I‟d forgotten. but he managed it. No penetration of either sets of asses. He grit his . of course. But Silva knew he‟d be safe. in a way. he‟d have a hard time getting back. The man didn‟t make close connections that lasted across distance. he‟d lost touch with every man who‟d left the guard.” “The guardhouse.” Silva flushed darkly. Past the southern countries. Bey might be right about not running. by the way – one hand job. another rimming.his tunic. and then gave himself up to father.” he murmured. I can definitely help with that. and his irritation returned along with it. wasn‟t it? I never knew you could scream that loudly.” Silva said. You need to loosen up.” “Two person circle-jerk. leaning against the wall while he waited for Silva to finish dressing.
finally. Bey had wondered how long it would take him this round. Bey felt almost sorry for Silva. Shoved into an alley on his way back from the pub. then the tinker‟s. He poked at a bruise around his eye while he watched Silva walk up and down the market. Bey hadn‟t been in any state to fight off his attackers. What are you daydreaming about now?” Bey stood by the open doorway. but maybe it was time to stop running and confront the old graybeard. Not that the setback seemed to be stopping the man. Silva must have half the baker‟s stock in his bag at this point. the baker‟s. likely quite a few if they tried to find out where Bey was. obviously. “Stop playing with it.” Bey smiled to himself. passing him as he quickly walked out the door. and stuffed it into the canvas bag tucked into his belt. Shaking his head. Wasn‟t that hard to realize Silva had been behind it from the look on his face when Bey had come back that night. Never knew what those little menaces were thinking. made his purchase.teeth as he realized what that would entail.The Braid and the Ass Leaning against the cobblestone wall. “Well. Enough for at least a two-week long trip. It hadn‟t had a bad plan. Silva shook his head. Silva paused as he passed. You‟ll only make it worse. really. his boots tapping the hay bale beside him. then one of the more expensive jewelers. Bey thoughtfully chewed on a small piece of straw. It wasn‟t sympathy. and Silva . Yeah. Bey looked on as Silva headed to the cobbler‟s stall. only that it seemed to involve an unlimited supply of irritating harangues about leaving. The pile of journey cakes was smaller again. They‟d had him trussed up like a goose when the guard caught wind of it and scared them off. and extended stops at the market. Chapter 5 . He‟d get a few beatings. Bey was pretty sure he knew toddlers who were less obvious in their intentions. and…ah. Bey masticated the dried grass some more.” He didn‟t see Bey‟s suspicious look following him as they headed down the hallway. staring into the air. Actually. Silva turned his body to hide what he was doing from Bey. “Just thinking. And truly sad attempts at sneaking. but Silva was definitely paying a little too much attention to Bey‟s new bruises. Silva‟s hirelings had been rougher than he‟d been expecting. examining the table of baked goods from across the road. Bey wasn‟t sure what Silva was planning now. had he not been bullied enough as a child? It was like the man‟s guile had been switched with a toddler‟s. watching as Silva stood fully dressed. like he‟d thought.
Besides. like some weeping couple in a fairy story? Bey hummed to himself.looked like he wasn‟t done „shopping‟ yet. He‟d already sought permission for an extended leave from the captain. Silva glanced at him over his shoulder. Guess the saying was true. even though he could be enjoying five different women right this moment. tightening his nipples while he stared. effortless sex. he‟d wait a little longer. Heading south. but he had plans for that later. It had been fun. Only a few places were that far away. with Silva looking so uptight and snooty. They could leave tonight. but it took a spouse to make him crazy. He‟d been planning to go out drinking as soon as the nightlife started. flopping over his eyes in a ridiculous. any time they wanted. Cross off Silva‟s home as an option. The heat didn‟t quite make it all the way to his cock. What else could Bey do but invite him back to the barracks? Marriage aside. roast duck. his head bloodied. That had been an hour ago. it drove Silva nuts that Bey refused to leave and let the man shop on his own. but Bey was reaching his limit. teasing Silva was worth a little pain. Almost dusk now. but he couldn‟t bring himself to leave without the idiot. frowning. It was annoying. The appeal of company. and all of them were in the Southern Kingdoms. Standing over those dead bodies. Silva turned to speak to a young stable hand and his braid swung behind him. if Bey were so inclined. Bey wondered how much longer Silva would be before they headed back to the barracks. . Challenging Bey to mock him without even saying a word. Bey couldn‟t be expected to deny himself fun like this when he could come by it. without any places to re-supply in between. the pubs would be so packed Bey could sneeze and his dick would hit something. slapping his backside with a playful pat. for both of them. As long as he could keep watching that braid. then. relaxed and petted and propositioned a dozen times before he even ordered a drink. watching the man exhaust himself. he still thought that was one of the best decisions he‟d ever made. and beer was a faint echo compared to Silva‟s ass yelling out at him every time the man moved. Hoping Bey would suddenly „come to his senses?‟ That they could both escape the city amidst snowflakes and rose petals. he‟d looked like an idiot with his hair falling out of his braid. A flush nipped a path down Bey‟s throat and spread across his chest. wondering what Silva would say when he found out they could do just that. Bey had thought so the first day they‟d met. were they? Shifting to take the weight off his aching feet. silver dandelion-fluff tangle. Family made a man mad. He shifted his weight again rather than wave goodbye to Silva. And poking at Silva until he burst out of his ice-queen shell was damn fun. Couldn‟t move an inch.
Silva stiffened up. Drool pooling in his mouth.” He turned his head with an exaggerated leer to stare at the potter‟s apprentice one stall over. Silva had no one to blame but himself. There was a proper etiquette to checking out another man‟s husband in front of him. I might be a while. Shredding the end of the straw with his teeth. Another guard walked by with her partner and they both paused to visually feast on the same ass Bey had been enjoying. He watched Silva for another minute. taking in the tight shoulders and snapping pops of his braid as he walked. Guess Princesses didn‟t notice that sort of thing. Bey couldn‟t stop fantasizing until Silva finally stopped moving and the braid was still again. Bey smirked. take as long as you like. Maybe Bey should give in early so they could leave tonight.Except. he was too damn sexy when he was all fired up and determined like this. Why don‟t you head back?” Silva: a marvel of subtlety in his own mind. Silva didn‟t. and spare them all. Hmm. “Done yet?” “Almost. Bey frowned darkly. Her low cut blouse was nearly falling off her teats. Bey watched Silva head to the cobbler‟s yet again. his braid smacking his ass again as he turned abruptly to head to the next stall. Silva should just let Bey take over the haggling. of course. Sexy. Oh yeah. that settled it. at least. dickering over a pair of finely tooled boots. I‟m fine. The view‟s pretty good here. As usual. . They caught his glare and shrugged. Bey wanted to do it himself. tucking it between his lips. He knew all the tricks. like he usually did. Dickering badly. not for a few days more. The sex would definitely be worth waiting for. smiling at him as they continued on. He looked around and his smile slipped. Too bad other people weren‟t as blind. It was beginning to piss him off. He would have thought people would have more discretion when they looked Silva over. Silva completely missed Bey‟s eyes snapping back to him the second he moved. funneling down the lean line of Silva‟s back to bump up against his ass. That braid had a few sexual fantasies it needed to fulfill before Bey would even consider leaving Varlan. Bey wanted to see how far he could push him before his husband snapped. The bitches had better not think that he‟d be as easy to slip around as your average husband. “Nah. They were staying a few more days. though. Silva was so frustrated he was spanking himself with his own braid. Bey pulled a new piece of straw from the hay bale. though. Bey had been running into that „couldn‟t help myself‟ shrug a lot lately. that Bey had no intention of doing a damn thing.
those long fingers digging into the grit while his . He spoke as soon as he swallowed it.” Sweet virgins. Silva glared back.He sighed in relief when Silva finally gave up. and then the potter‟s again where the apprentice got another leer. or at least where all dicks would like to be… Silva‟s backside was casually sidling up to the baker‟s again already. Next would be the knife merchant. princess. If Bey could survive growing up in one of the worst slums in five kingdoms. and have a short scuffle and a long grope. if that. Bey hadn‟t joined the guards to become an octogenarian. Bey strained his neck to catch sight of Silva‟s whoring little braid as Silva walked past the fruit vendor‟s without stopping. Silva pretended to look at the sesame buns as Bey walked up. white ass highlighted by the deep green softness. Spitting the straw out of his mouth. a soldier‟s life was usually shorter than his dick. Bey paused in mid-step. but the man never gave up. Silva took a bite. and Bey could instantly imagine Silva‟s mouth full of something else entirely. though. and handed one to Silva since he knew the idiot would never admit how much he liked the sweet. paid the baker. imagining Silva‟s bare. Time to head home. Bey started over. that‟s the way the dice rolled. pole-up-the-ass stiff again. Bey waited to speak until Silva was done and had started back across the street again.” Bey forced his frown into a smirk. if Bey guessed right. Hell.” Bey smiled back silently as he calculated how long it would take Silva to head to the baker‟s small counter this time. Bey snagged two sweet rolls. Speaking of dick.” And there he went. Silva had enough cakes squirreled away for the day.” “Bitch.” “You should use the few brains you‟ve been given and help me pack to leave Varlan. if they did? Well. We only have a few days. Although the white glaze had somehow smeared over Silva‟s chin. a small pack of silverhaired nobles sure as hell wasn‟t going to do him in. He really was going to bend Silva over that moss covered wall those oldsters had mentioned. And frankly. especially if Silva didn‟t watch that braid of his. get some food. another purchase. A whispered conversation. “You should rest before your legs fall off. Somehow. and there went a new bundle of journey cakes into his pack. With a reluctant grimace that couldn't even fool the baker. Enough was enough. “I‟m sure. When Silva looked like he was going to head to another stall to start the whole dance again. How foolish of me to assume that life might be more important to you than debauchery. “I have plans. “We could leave tonight. His groin tightening. Bey noted the sexy roll to Silva‟s hips even as he shook his head over the drama. gooey things. the look lost something when the man‟s cheeks were full of dessert. But Silva never wasted food.
“Never mind. Personally. Please don‟t stop on my account. “You need to get your ass moving so we can head back to the barracks. now.” Damn Silva was hot when he was pissy.” Silva‟s lips tightened to flat lines. Silva didn‟t even a crack a smile. Silva rounded on him.” “Eh. that depends entirely on where you think my head is. He‟d forgotten how rock-hard the damn things were. I‟d like it to be buried between your cheeks with my tongue in your ass. you‟re crude and oversexed. “You need to pull your head from your-” He cut himself off and pulled himself free. “Damn you. you‟re . Princess. I said I‟m not going. Before you know it.” Not quite yet.” Silva turned away and shoved the last of the roll into his mouth. He glared back at Bey.” “Oh no. face bright as he hissed at him. Bey. He had one moment to shove his tongue in and taste the sugary inside of Silva‟s mouth before Silva shoved him back.body rocked under Bey‟s thrusts.” “No. had to give him that. foolish idiocy with your life! If you don‟t use the few grains of intelligence you have soon.” Persistent.” “Foolish? I‟d say brilliantly observant. It‟s a gift. Bey! I will not stand around and watch you pay for your own stubborn. Ow. it looked like the nape of Silva‟s neck had suddenly come down with sunburn.” Bey caught his arm. Silva stared at Bey and sighed. You‟d love my tongue in your ass right now. Before the man could react. “I need to check out the tanner‟s. Bey grabbed his head and kissed him.” Silva‟s entire body went tight as the nearest shopkeeper let out an embarrassed giggle. . “We should leave tonight. the whole world will be wallowing in my crude yet sexual masculinity. slamming the bag full of journey cakes against his stomach. “Silva. “Not only are you an idiot. then.” “Tomorrow morning. They were definitely visiting that wall.” Bey stepped into Silva‟s space. “Are you blushing?” The color darkened. Pull my head from my what?” “It doesn‟t matter. “Don‟t be foolish. The heavy silver braid held taut in Bey‟s hands like a leash Oh yeah.” Bey could see color spread down the back of Silva‟s neck. “Well.
not to mention flexible. A good fuck with Silva was a hell of a lot more appealing. staring as two scantily clad acrobats passed by. He needed Wooo. Bey stopped.” “Stubborn ass. All he got was a trickle of interest. What the hell did Silva do to get his ass to move like that when he walked?! Bey caught up to him and reached out. “Idiot. Bey could still feel the weighty heat in his hands as he followed. you‟re damn tasty when you‟re lecturing. and Bey enjoyed the extra flex to Silva‟s muscles as he moved. Bey looked over at Silva out of the corner of his eye and caught him wiping something off the toe of his boot.” “Beer swilling sot. the braid snapping with every stroke. admiring his ass. Before he‟d pegged Silva. That. . then had to duck as Silva swung out before he knew who it was. Silva flushed – anger or lust? – and threw him a perfect „fuck you‟ glance before walking on. Bey‟s cock would have given it up just thinking about them. Their bodies were sexy as hell.” “Nagging henwife. He‟d seen them on the playbills around town. Someone might as well have dunked his wick in vinegar for all it was reacting. cursing under his breath. to his head and his dick.” Silva growled before he turned and stalked down the road. Bey‟s cock thickened instantly. Bey wondered if they‟d look just like that when the man thrust. Son of a bitch but the man had a nice handful of an ass.” Silva stalked down the road. His body turned to track them on reflex. damn. bunching and tight. not the usual rush of blood to his groin that they deserved.” Bey followed. “Priss. bending over so that his tunic lifted and showed the tight fabric of his breeches where they cupped his ass. “As always…proud of it. Couldn‟t argue with flexible. not when it was combined with a pair of asses like that. “You know. One last glance at the acrobats and Bey wrote them off in his head. He gave Silva‟s ass a hearty. “Lecher.Bey rubbed at the forming bruise as he grinned.” Bey couldn‟t stop grinning. approving squeeze just as the man stood up. Bey took a deep breath and looked away to control himself.” “Stubborn goat.” Silva‟s hands clenched.
There was a hell of a lot he could do.” The only marital duty that Silva seemed to have embraced was the nagging. Bey was wondering whether Silva might respond to fingering or oral better when Silva detoured out to the middle of the road. A wail went up as one of them shoved the other and the dumb ass knocked the toddler to the ground. They scrambled to their feet as Silva continued to bitch at them.That had to be why Bey couldn‟t get enough of him right now. Just because someone looked pretty didn‟t mean he couldn‟t kick your ass. they were so tight and repressed until the last second when Silva screamed as he came. Silva was supposed to embrace the sex. Oh. He helped the woman calm her little one. This really hadn‟t been what he‟d expected of a marriage. “There has to be some sort of wicked irony there. this would be good. It was the only explanation for Bey‟s ongoing case of severe lust.” he muttered. And his voice. I don‟t feel like cleaning vomit off the floor tomorrow. Bey started to grin as Silva sent all four boys into the dirt with a collection of new welts. Bey couldn‟t think of anything but sex with Silva. Shit. Marital lectures were a fleabite compared to the pain of Silva on a „protect the children‟ rant. “Don‟t get too drunk tonight. there was a flow in Silva‟s step that had his ass rolling like he was asking someone to ride him. That and what Silva looked like underneath him. finally taking off with newly respectful bows. They walked a few more blocks in silence. Instead. then turned like one of the tigers Bey had seen in a cage once on the coast. because they brushed him off when he demanded they apologize to the mother. Instead. . A racket of young men was too busy wrestling amongst themselves to pay attention to a stooped mother and her little boy walking in front of them. The same cock that seemed to be ignoring the rest of the adult population as well as Bey ignored Silva‟s whining. Fuck. And the man was already in a bad mood to begin with. Nothing like a good pansy-ass stomping to get the blood pumping and rid the body of all that pesky frustration and rage. You didn‟t hurt a kid when Silva was around. and Silva… The man called over his shoulder. The sounds Silva made during sex had embedded themselves in his brain. He‟d always had a weakness for a well-made pair of buns. if Silva was feeling…energized. Bey had every intention of granting that request. fluid fury. and Bey was supposed to enjoy Silva embracing the sex. Bey could understand the feeling. The boys must have been out fishing when they handed out brains. Silva smiled at Bey as he walked back. Silva‟s gait changed into a deadly glide that should have warned the idiots what was coming. it went straight to Bey‟s cock. Pure. The stiff anger in his gait was already gone.
He turned back to the door to finish turning the key. Lose or win. Something rustled heavily in their room. nearly feeling the taut flesh in his hands again. That prudish little mind was thinking too much.” he said hoarsely. but Bey didn‟t like that his eyes didn‟t seem completely in tune with the expression. stepping back to get a better look at the silhouette of his body. hand on the door handle. And Bey would bet a year‟s pay that Silva looked better covered in oil than their roast duck did.” Well now. What was Silva planning? “No gold.” Although still worth paying.” Silva paused. Damn. this was going to be fun. Silva stared at him and shook his head. until Silva‟s body froze. Do that. then. and you have to follow my orders in the bedroom for just as long. The others would have to do without him tonight.” Silva‟s lips slipped and fell into a small smile. Silva walked like he knew exactly what Bey was thinking. if you lose. you have to leave town with me for at least a month. and you‟re on. “Silva. “What about Ton and the others?” “They‟ll have to worship someone else tonight. His husband tasted better than anything the pub had. his eyes flowing down Bey‟s body in a way that had Bey harder than an anvil. Even pushing the door open was sexy. He moved to let Silva unlock the door. anyway. slow and languorous. Bey stared at Silva. “Make it two orgasms for two weeks. but he never tired of looking at it: smooth until it hit his ass.” The man‟s pale cheeks flushed.” Silva paused. then curving out in a tight handful that topped Silva‟s finely sculpted thighs. Watching Silva‟s ass flex. “Done.” His voice growled a little. The line of Silva‟s back was imprinted into his brain. “Two orgasms in a row. Bey was having Silva for supper as soon as they got inside the door. The heat in his groin jumped a notch as Silva looked back and his eyes caught Bey‟s need and reflected it right back. “Bet you a gold piece I can make you come before I do. His eyes warmed. Silva might actually win this one.The feeling didn‟t fade as they headed into the barracks. “If I win. if it was good enough. he groaned. Bey was so ready to go off. and Bey would swear he could see sexiness floating from Silva‟s body like heat waves over a rocky field.” “Seems like a steep price for an orgasm. and the world began to recede until all Bey could think of was his cock and Silva‟s ass. Silva seemed to be of the same opinion. he wasn‟t sure he cared. Bey took a step forward as the floorboards inside their . Bey grinned.
room creaked. Cursing, Silva pivoted, his eyes huge as he tried to leap out of the doorway. “Run!” Silva didn‟t get a chance to take another step. There was a high-pitched series of rapid pops and a silver dart of movement slammed into his body from beyond the door. “Silva!” Silva grunted. He twisted, dropping to the floor as he reached for Bey, his eyes blank and glassy. Bey couldn't reach him before Silva‟s head hit. “To arms! Thieves in the barracks!” Bey could barely recognize his own voice. The grey lump of Silva‟s uniformed body twitched once before everything stilled. Bey couldn't see where the crossbow bolt had hit. It had to be deep. And Silva wasn‟t even trying to drag himself out of the way… Bey dove for him. He scooped up the bag of journey cakes from the floor and flung it around and into their room. A man yelled in surprise from inside. As long as it bought him a few seconds to get Silva. The next room was feet away; they could get in and take cover there. He reached under Silva‟s arms, heaving as he wrapped his arms around his chest. Bey could see his eyes, staring blankly. Silva‟s body was completely limp; he didn‟t twitch, didn‟t scream, when Bey dragged him against the floor. He wasn‟t dead. Silva was too smart to get killed by some cowardly thieves in their own fucking rooms! Stupid, prissy bastard was tough as hell. “You fucking princess, get your pathetic, womanly ass up!” What the hell was he doing, lying there with blank eyes? Dirtying his damned, teasing, silver braid on the filthy wood of the hallway floor? “To arms, you cock sucking maggots! Thieves in the barracks!” Silva hated getting his hair dirty… “Move, damn you! On your feet!” Bey could hear the other men moving inside the room, but he needed more time! A few more seconds to barricade themselves in another room. Then he could call out the window for someone to get their damned, pathetic asses out of the tavern and back here. Then he could find out where Silva had been hit. “Don‟t you fucking dare die,” he growled, heaving again, stumbling at Silva‟s weight. He saw a figure emerge from the room at a crouch and he swore again. Just another foot, dammit! Turning,
he reached desperately for the handle of the nearest door. A heavy crackle made his hair stand on end and Bey gasped as something hot sliced into his spine. His arms lost feeling; Silva dropped out of his grip. Numbness spreading down to his legs, Bey toppled over his lover and onto the floor. His face made painful contact with the wood. His lungs moved, his heart pumped, but Bey couldn‟t so much as blink. Dammit. Dammit! He couldn‟t fail Silva like this! If he didn‟t get up, the bastards would kill them both. Fucking, shiteating assholes! If they fucking hurt Silva any more, Bey would rip off their arms and shove them down their throats. There was more sound in the hallway. Boots tramping, deep murmurs in a language he didn‟t know, their door closing with a slam. It was loud, no attempt at stealth at all. Bey couldn‟t move a pinky to make them pay. But even while part of him screamed inside, he could have smiled. Most of the barrack were out drinking tonight, but these bastards wouldn‟t go undetected. Bey knew he‟d been loud enough. Someone would come soon and punish the pissswilling bastards who‟d killed Silva. And Bey. Earlier than he‟d expected, but he knew he was dying. His spine had been hit – he‟d felt it. Any moment now it would all stop. Everything would fade away and he‟d find out if the gods had enough of a sense of humor to let him into the eternal garden. Silva would get in, Bey thought, his mind fuzzy. Maybe the gods would even let he and Silva see each other, at least every few years. Or centuries. Silva liked lecturing Bey so much, surely he wouldn‟t be happy in paradise unless he could still do that once in a while? The thickness receded momentarily as Bey‟s body was tossed off of Silva‟s. His head flopped over bonelessly and he lay in the hallway, staring at knee height. The back of Silva‟s head was just visible out of the corner of his eye, but it didn‟t move. Silva hadn‟t made a sound since he‟d been hit. Bey tried to focus. He wouldn‟t fail Silva in this, at least; Bey would memorize what he could of the men who‟d murdered them both, and they would meet them again. Everyone had to die some time. There were at least a dozen, with large feet, dressed in cloth that was swirled in intricate patterns of grey and blue, wrapped tightly around their wrists and ankles. One, smaller than the rest, crouched down next to them both. It didn‟t seem fair that his face had possibly the most beautiful set of features Bey had ever seen. Silver hair was pulled sternly back, leaving the beauty stark and exposed, and the man had the same eyes as Silva. Exactly the same, if Silva‟s warm azure had been as icy as his hair. This wasn‟t a thief. It was family. These sheep fucking bastards were Silva‟s family!
Bey wanted to kill the man and Silva, both. That stupid, stupid idiot. Silva had said his family would try to kill Bey. He didn‟t say they‟d kill Silva. Bey‟s eyes stung and blurred; he would have given anything to be able to blink the moisture away. Dammit…if he‟d known someone would try to kill Silva, he would have stopped playing games and damn well left! Arctic blue eyes examined Silva, the man‟s rosebud lips curling, and then turned to Bey. “So you‟re his bride.” The pocket Adonis looked for a moment like he was going to spit on them both before he stood. Bey felt such rage rising up that he could have choked on it. Silva was dying behind him and the man‟s last look at him was of such contempt. Bey wanted to see the slug paralyzed, choking in his own blood. He couldn‟t follow him with his eyes, no matter how hard he tried; he was trapped staring at his boots. But that would be enough. Thick soled, furred along the top, and decorated with beadwork, they would identify the man anywhere, even in the afterlife. A door opened down the hall and the men around them shifted, blocking Bey‟s view. A voice demanded their surrender; swords were drawn. With Silva‟s body next to him, Bey could only hope his husband was still alive so he could watch with Bey as their murderers were captured. Or killed, if they fought back. The bastards mattered less to him than whether or not Silva was watching. He needed to know Silva was… He just needed to know. Bey struggled to move, just his eyes to see if Silva was staring, too, but his body was dead and unresponsive. He could only see the backs of the blueclad legs in front of him. Which weren‟t in fighting stances at all. What the hell was going on? His fellow guard should have been taking care of things already. But now, Silva‟s family was talking, words too soft for him to make out, and no one was killing them! He couldn‟t believe he didn‟t hear metal clashing, screams, the splash of blood against the walls. While Silva and he lay on the floor, dying in plain sight, they were fucking talking. And…were theyleaving? Those useless tubs! He was going to haunt them until they begged for mercy! He‟d help Silva sneak from the gardens and they‟d both haunt them. His mind swirled with anger and a thick fog. He envisioned the look on Silva‟s face when he told him and he changed his mind. It would hurt Silva to know what pathetic shit-pots their fellow guards had been. Better if Bey fed Silva‟s spirit a load of heroic epic drama, how valiantly they‟d been defended, how poorly their enemies had died. Silva loved that shit. He‟d eat it up, probably make him almost happy to be in the afterlife. Least Bey could do for getting him killed… Bey felt moisture stream across his cheeks, blurring his eyes again. His sight was fading anyway; all he could hear were the bastard men from Silva‟s family. They should have the flesh flailed from their bodies, their bodies boiled, and the bones ground into-
it was agony to breathe. no matter how many years it took. training today would be hell like this. inhaling shallowly. pained whine. “Bring them. No one sane would want to experience this. tingling ache that radiated through his body from his spine. get his bride some proper clothes. but he repeated the sound of their voices in his head. I don‟t want the man uncovered for any longer than necessary.” A deeper voice responded. Again. and the other…calling Vilar‟s Gift a tickle was probably giving it more credit than it deserved. sending his Gift along the body‟s paths like a lightening bolt. He‟d always loathed this: that first hot pain in the back that meant Vasha‟s Gift had lashed your spine.He realized the boots were back within sight a moment before a hand reached down and closed his eyelids with a touch. It ended training prematurely every time. he moaned again. “Will we be here long enough for me to look through their markets?” “If you hurry. He loathed the days when Vasha was in charge of training. but Silva didn‟t think anyone who trained under Vasha would agree. What were they doing? They‟d said „them‟. Meet us outside the North gate. clamping his teeth down over a groan. Their father might admire it.” Bey felt himself lifted and he strained to hold on. It gave Silva just enough time to close in. Silva moaned with a soft. One bolt. He wouldn't forget. when they came to the other side. But Vasha was the only one he knew of who could actually knock a man out without killing him. Shivar. not as cold but just as uncaring. At least Silva‟s Gift simply knocked a man flat. did they have Silva? If only he could move. After the first. Vasha would probably claim the resulting pain was more motivation to learn a move right the first time. He could tell his mind wasn‟t going to function much longer. And Bey was going to make their souls wish they had led better lives so they hadn‟t descended to hell and met him. We need to return home quickly. recognizing the deep. Bey made the vow to himself again: he would recognize these men. His youngest brother‟s Gift killed you outright as your head exploded. incautious breath. Reaching back to . The dark made his immobility worse. straight to the chest. Silva exhaled through his mouth. Chapter 6 – Vasha Unconsciousness slowly fading away. Silva groaned under his breath again.
A quick survey of the tent proved it was as barren as Silva would have imagined. He‟d seen it every summer since he‟d turned twelve: one of the quick-to-make tents his family used for any sojourns along the southern border. he was going to kill Vasha. Vasha must have been patrolling when he got the news of Silva‟s marriage. nothing. An iron-velvet against his wrists that didn‟t belong. And the hoods weren‟t up yet. A small bedroll in the corner of the tent was the only extra. Silva‟s gut rolled and he struggled to get to his feet. if only to tell Bey that they would get through it. blue-gray coats that blended into the snowy shadows. “Where‟s Bey?” The demand won Silva a matching set of disinterested blinks. on top of the usual oiled skin to keep . No trinkets from a lover. The heavy fabric was belted securely at the waist. Silva‟s stomach rolled again. “Where‟s Vasha? What did he do with Bey?” When they didn‟t answer. His clothing had been changed into the loose pants he‟d grown up with. But neither Bey nor Silva‟s brother were within sight. A blurry look was enough to figure out where he was. brother or not.massage his spine. tight with fury while aqua eyes stared down with a demand so fierce Silva wished he could have moved. then. cuffed tightly at the ankles. What if they‟d--? He shook his head to cut the thought away. growing colder. His last sight of Bey would notbe that tanned face. The embroidered. Silva had never seen Bey that frantic. long-sleeved tunic was far too familiar as well. Trying to kneel with so much extra cloth was almost too much for his Gift-jittery muscles to handle. aside from a few woolen blankets underneath Silva. although three of father‟s men stood a few feet away. “Bey!” Silva opened his eyes and tried to sit up. They were dressed for traveling. cursing as shackles hindered his wrists and ankles. His voice was hoarse. “My bride! Where is he?” Nothing. fitted close to his waist to flare out over the hips. Not yet. he frowned at an extra weight and metallic slithering that accompanied the movement. Traveling shackles? What wasThe pain ceased to matter as a rush of memory washed it away. but not the white ones they wore into battle. cuffed just as tightly at his wrists. He refused to believe they‟d hurt Bey. but at least he was at eye level with them now. food. wearing their knee-length. and he rarely brought anything else. Vasha thought the only place to store a weapon was attached to you. catching at his arms. when Silva wasn‟t there. They couldn‟t be too far north. If they had touched Bey. not even when they‟d nearly been overrun by a mob on feast day. the large kind his brother favored. He struggled to kneel. tools. he started looking around for something he could use against them.
“At least tell me about Bey.” No one spoke for a moment and then Nikol grunted and nodded to the other men. “I need to talk to Vasha. but all he could make out was a glimpse of pale. Where‟s Bey?” He knew Vasha had lashed out at Bey in the barracks. Keeping his stance as straight as he could. “I have the right to information about my bride!” And they knew it. clearly reading the change in his own body. “I want assurances that my bride has come to no harm. Vasha was nearly a head shorter than Silva. And by his tribesmen‟s own rules. “Tell me what you‟ve done with Bey. He wished for a moment that they weren‟t as well trained as he knew they were. weighted down with chains and shackles. Silva tried to see through the small hole for the brief moment the doorway was open. drying grasses. but the last time he‟d seen this type. but he didn‟t know what Vasha had done to him since. His rather clumsy childhood had become legendary. He yanked at his feet. too. They were familiar. no matter how skilled he‟d grown as an adult. The three men just inside the opening of the tent watched him impassively. “If you won‟t tell me. please let nothing have happened. but that never made much difference when it came to real intimidation. even for a minute. turning abruptly and pushing the entrance flap out of the way to slip outside. “What happened to him?” Hasanid above. A similar set were around the embroidered cuffs on Silva‟s wrists. yes.” The men exchanged a glance. Maybe if he used his Gift? The thought died as all three men shifted their stances. frustrated. The only place with grasses like that were nearly a day out of Varlan. and he cowed everyone in their territory Unlike Silva. and no one in his tribe seemed to be able to forget it. If he could get his hands on one of their swords. get Vasha so that he can.out the moisture. perhaps repetition would wear them down before Vasha came.” .” One of the men raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head – was that Nikol? – while the others stared at him without expression. Well if he couldn‟t get their respect while he was chained. and both had been quickly and crudely wrapped with fur to keep the chilled metal from biting into him. he had the right to know. They hadn‟t even left a cooking spoon near him. Or at least make them incautious enough to let him know something. They were taller than he was. they‟d been around a drunk‟s ankles on a Varlan work gang. he might have a bargaining chip. Silva tried to stare down the others. and then frowned at them when he realized the shackles weren‟t from back home.
he noted the hide near the bottom edges. his back aching and stiff. Vasha didn‟t lie. and nearly fell over his own feet. a lot of room to cover. Silva would have thought it was flirting. oddly deep tenor of his voice was so familiar Silva felt an odd surge of brotherly affection before he shook it off. not trying to hide it. It looked off. but he recognized Vasha in deep . for the moment.Silence. But these were tough hides.” Silva took a step forward. It would have to be really sharp or it wouldn‟t get the job done quickly enough. They hadn‟t seen each other in two years. Which wouldn‟t matter at all unless they left him time alone to try it in the first place. Silva stopped. “Tell me.” The smooth. and after knocking him cold. a half-head shorter and as icily beautiful as ever. He spoke the moment he straightened after entering. trying to think of how he might accomplish it until he heard footsteps coming back.” The news was such a relief Silva could feel his insides settling into their proper place for the first time since he‟d woken up. they could get out of this. If he could get something sharp. But as Silva looked it over. If he were a girl. He stood there. then. and hopefully he could find something while giving the impression that there wasn‟t anything of value to be had. As long as Bey was whole. Vasha could still make a chill run down Silva‟s spine. “Vasha gave orders.” Another of the men shook his head. The tent was large enough for five. like it hadn‟t been cured properly.” Grinding his teeth. And on his bad days. Silva couldn‟t say he was surprised. nothing short of an act of God would make that untrue. those were Vasha‟s first words. if he said Bey was unharmed. They‟d expect him to. There‟s no need for this. like the favored doll of some kingdom‟s princess. “Nikol tells me you‟re throwing tantrums. He might as well let them see. “What did you do to Bey?” “He‟s secured. And unharmed.” What were they doing with Bey? He studied the tent as best he could. “Is it really necessary to keep these on? I‟m sure we‟re in the middle of camp. It would be weaker there. he might be able to slice through near the supports. And I wouldn‟t leave without my bride in any case. Nikol ducked into the tent and immediately behind was Vasha. Silva. not much of a threat when he had to hobble with the chains between his legs. You can get information from him or not at all. Vasha‟s head tilted to the side as he watched Silva. Silvery strands of hair fell over his shoulder. He trembled as he recovered his balance. “I need to know what has happened to my bride. turned away.
crouching. thinking of Bey dressed like all the brides he‟d ever seen. until he felt the point of Vasha‟s small saber against his neck.” And Silva knew that.” “No. covering a chuckle. One of the guards snorted under his breath. The urge to lash out was hard to resist.” “I gave him permission to discard the veil.” And the worst part was. Vasha. He did pick out the material.” “Dressed?” Vasha couldn‟t mean…. You‟ll be seeing him in a few minutes. It‟s archaic and insulting. Where is Bey?” “You repeat yourself to no purpose. Silva glared up at him. Still as scary now as it ever had been. “As a bride?” Vasha didn‟t bother to answer. if you behave. which meant it hurt like a kick to the head and dropped Silva to the floor. it‟s insulting that he‟s been allowed to leave your home bare-faced for so long. Silva swallowed. He‟s not involved in this. Silva. he had. Vasha. He had no idea why he‟d even spoken.” His voice was soft. tonguing the drop of blood dripping from his newly split lip as he stood back up. Perhaps Shivar. “Has your mind been completely lost while you were away? You can‟t give him permission until he‟s run the maze. I taught you better than that. He needs to be properly dressed. I told you he‟s well enough. “You do not get a choice in who will take over the duty you neglect. He froze half-way up. And then he thought of what Bey would do if he found out Silva was the one to put the clothes on him. And known for being very free with his hands.” Silva remember Shivar.” Silva blurted. Either you dress him properly or someone else will.” Vasha raised one eyebrow and his head tilted again. a man almost fanatically devoted to Vasha since they were fostered as children together. “I‟m not forcing him to wear the veil. He clenched his fists as both eyebrows went up.” Vasha took one quick step and slapped him lightly. . “He‟s not allowed near Bey. “Getting married was stupid. “But staying in the city once you‟d found a bride? I‟m ashamed. Cold blue eyes stared at Silva‟s tattoo for another long moment. “You can insult me to your heart‟s desire later.contemplation. no matter what some of the more modernized tribes might do. Lightly for Vasha. “Let him go. father would never do away with that formality.
We‟re both of legal age in Varlan. Let my bride go. But if they were given up… “The council gave you something. when the other guards had come and for some reason had turned and left Silva and Bey with Vasha. In under an hour. and you act as a stubborn. but his lips still curled in distaste at how quickly they‟d been sold back to his brother. but his words were nearly as sharp. we had those ridiculous. That doesn‟t mean I wasn‟t welcomed there. Silva felt around his mouth with his tongue to see if he had a tooth loose. “They‟re only speaking the truth. “You insult your bride to even ask. Vasha. Their leaders gave you both up the moment they discovered our reason for coming to the city. “I am a legal adult. “They gave you a writ to take us with you. flamboyant papers to show your comrades. “Marriage to another.” “I said that he wasn‟t involved!” “Of course he‟s involved. just before he faded into unconsciousness. You should ally yourself more wisely next time.” Vasha dropped his sword.” “You‟re weeks away from your becoming. he‟s a legal adult. ” Silva must not have hidden his surprise. “A ruling body can‟t always choose who to sacrifice for the greater good. Unlike you. no matter what these southerners think. “Watch your eyes. And he didn‟t know of our customs.” Silva could remember the voices. because Vasha growled low.” Vasha‟s eyes were colder than ever.Vasha caught his glare and returned it. He made his choices. selfish child. didn‟t they?” “Of course. he used to say. Silva. He can take responsibility for himself and his actions. yet?” “It didn‟t matter. he rarely had anything good to say about people outside the tribe.” “I am now. Silva.” Silva swallowed and took a deep breath at the familiar admonition. Vasha took insult even if your face was as blank as a gray sky. and you didn‟t bother to check if he was of legal age. Your bride is four years older. little brother.” Standing fully upright.” Silva couldn‟t expect a city-state to put a treaty at risk for two people. All it took was a mention of how unhappy some of the tribes would be if they tried to prevent us from taking our under-aged brother and his new bride back home with us. still.” “Then they are without loyalty.” “You‟re not Varlan. then you should learn how to keep them quiet.” . If your eyes are speaking.
You forget yourself.” Silva blinked as he heard what he‟d said. Or speak. dammit!” “Then it was wasted effort. not ready to go down again without at least some attempt at defense. But you are still not one of them. “What about Bey? I need to see him. He didn‟t turn around. Vasha. “I told you not to get caught.” “Because father is too stubborn to release him from the betrothal! Damn that ignorant. then nodded shortly. They‟re good people. but Vasha barely noticed. Father will not be pleased that you‟ve allowed him so much freedom in his attire. “It‟s a shame you didn‟t listen to my advice. He reached up and pushed Silva‟s bangs from his eyes. All places welcome another fighter for their battles. he should have known that he would be expected to adapt. And StormFrost is still pledged to you. little brother.” Vasha looked like he was about to spit on the floor. The customs are completely different. “Leave Bey alone. “You‟re wrong about them. and Vasha sighed.” He dropped his hand and looked at Silva carefully before turning to go. I may not be Varlan by birth. I would be content to stay there. or anything else!” “Yes.” Silva grit his teeth. landing him on his stomach with a painful woosh of air. he ran his thumb over what Silva was fairly sure – from the pain – would soon be a bruise along the side of his face. he merely got back on his feet and returned Vasha‟s stare with one that he hoped was just as hard. pulling his head away. Wasn‟t that before you scampered south to avoid the same position?” Air hissed between Silva‟s teeth in an infuriated snarl before he could help it.“Of course you were welcomed. Vasha leaned forward and Silva stepped away.” The absolute certainty in Vasha‟s voice had Silva gritting his teeth. “Don‟t disrespect him. “And he should have done so before we found you. He‟d missed his family.” Vasha paused. His voice was barely a whisper when he spoke. His ribs throbbed where he‟d caught himself and the shackles gouged into them. He shouldn't have to-” “He married an IceWind. “You‟ve been too long among the blind ones. You would have grown disgusted with their weakness before long. because Vilar is still single and awaiting a proper betrothal.” Silva yelled at him as he walked away. either. contentious-” Silva choked as Vasha backhanded him again. hidebound. then I have no right to tell him how to dress. “That was for Vilar. so you‟ve told me before. Without changing expression. harder this time. His body twisted as he hit the floor. and realized it was true. but he really had been happy as Bey‟s partner. “You may see him in order to dress . and I had a good life started.” “If he‟s an adult. but Bey is not of the tribes.” Silva knew better than to give in to his impulse and retort as he wished.
“We‟re going to need a miracle. It had been a long time since he‟d been outside the city.him properly. or you may refuse and Shivar will have the opportunity that you deny yourself. He swallowed and searched the chaos of men and horses quickly. and what was at stake. finding Vasha already striding to a tent in the middle of the camp. once he explained that Bey was going to have to wear a veil for a time. Silva fell in behind. And Silva had to talk to him. Silva nearly stumbled over his hobbled ankles before he made it out into the grass. he wouldn‟t have. Everyone knew Bey was going to hell. Nothing mattered right now but Bey. There were certain things that couldn‟t be undone. brought back home like a chastised kennel hound. with a code of morals that . a little prissy. Choose now.The Eternal Garden? If the afterlife were a betting matter – and what wasn‟t? – then Bey would have laid odds against making it into the Eternal Garden. Uptight. because Silva was here. He wasn‟t the sort to take precautions against that sort of thing. If he didn‟t lose his temper. So it was a shock to realize he‟d made it in. Bey had never considered the option available once he‟d passed the age of eight.” Silva grit his teeth.” Chapter 7 . Forced to stumble behind his brother. but right now.” Vasha gestured for him to follow. “I‟ll dress him. Silva wasn‟t sure that was going to be possible. The only place Silva was going after death was the Garden. Or shouldn‟t be. He felt bodiless and limp – in all senses of the word – but a small kernel of warmth inside his chest was reawakening his senses. And even if he‟d wanted to try for the Garden. Ducking his head as Nikol held the flap up for him. he could only imagine what trouble the man might get into if Silva didn‟t warn him to keep his mouth in check. then he would bide his time until they could escape. Not that anyone would have taken the bet. Bey would hate him for this. no matter what price you paid later. catching the quick side glances of the men as they walked. he‟d do whatever he had to do. It wasn‟t important how humiliating this was. He blinked at the brightness. He had to make sure they were treating him properly. he reminded himself that he didn‟t care. If Bey knew what was going on. the smell of clean air barely tinged with woodsmoke hitting him strongly. Here with Bey. As long as it got him to Bey.
raising his hopes. Bey would be all for it. but he pulled it over his groin. Now‟s not the time. and this was the reward? If the gods were going to come down for a good bit of oral. They still had a hell of lot to try. . yet. Not the time? They were still together and Silva had been touching him. Heat spread across his ghostly. Eat pussy better than the boy whores on the quay. He had to touch Silva now. No way was he wasting that. His hands had skimmed across Bey‟s arms. So Bey must have made it. They‟d fumbled at his groin – ice princess obviously still wasn‟t used to the different set of privates. It took nearly everything he had. Silva might be thinking the sexual part of their friendship had died along with them. Maybe he thought dying broke their marriage contract. His fingers tingled. but he recognized it instantly. numbed skin. It would be just like him to get caught up on some strange notion of afterlife propriety. Too damn bad.” He pushed Bey‟s arm back down by his side. Bey had made it in with Silva. He dropped the pointless concern to focus on what really mattered: Silva the tease. pulling something together over it. Silva‟s hands moved up his chest and Bey wondered why those pale fingers weren‟t heading the other way. gripping them sluggishly. Bey hadn‟t even realized how familiar that scent of sweet mint was. Touching him. Silva shifted. hissing at him. What his fuzzy mind couldn‟t figure out was how they‟d ended up together.shadowed his every move? The Garden for certain. He could smell the man next to him. stop it. Hell. over his chest. Silva plus Bey‟s groin was a combination he didn‟t want to miss. Silva was right next to him. All that „until death‟ shit to be dealt with. he could suck cock as naturally as most people ate their suppers. stroked up and down his legs. “Bey. and then stopped. Bey felt Silva‟s fingers over his stomach. He‟d been touching Bey for…minutes now? Hours? Silva had moved Bey‟s body around at first. and his body tightened. A hell of a lot. Bey sure as hell wished he could feel it as more than misty fingers brushing just once over his cock. Could be one of the Gods had heard about him. What better time could there be? Pretty boy better not assume that being in the Garden was going to keep them from having sex. What colossal fuck-up had landed Bey here? A miswritten passage in the book of life? Maybe he‟d blown one of the Gods while they were on earth in disguise. He felt them brush over his own hand and moved.
See if it was as tight as it had been when he was alive. He‟d bet they had moss-covered walls in the Garden. Almost like they were both alive again. Silva wasn‟t going anywhere. . If he weren‟t so sure Silva had been killed… Bey pushed the sharp pain away. “Show you. Bey listened. He‟d figure it out. With a small grunt. clearer somehow. His cock was thicker. Maybe they‟d have even more fun now that they were dead. listening as Silva began to blather. Bey lay in the darkness inside his own head. but nothing he couldn't deal with. but he made it move for him.Bey tried to move again and got another soft hissing in his ear. floating. Go deep in the Garden and find the perfect spot. The miniscule effort to tighten his grip diluted the heat in his skin. They were both here. enjoying the bright sound. and broke the daydream. His hand fell. Not yet. quiet. His mouth was as numb as his mind. no meaning to it yet. but not because Bey let it go. It‟ll pass. Being a spirit looked like it was going to take some effort. sucking it away and leaving him numbed and bodiless again. Not now. “Control yourself. It felt so familiar. It was just too damn hard to hold on when he couldn‟t even feel where his limbs were. Bey. he wasn‟t built like one of the tribesmen. he had one important advantage. If they were anything like Silva. It took all the strength he could muster to latch on to what he thought must be Silva‟s pinky. latching onto the words and letting them slip through the fog in his head. Bey‟s mind fogged and a comforting lassitude took over. spread out among the flowers. Silva murmured something soothing near his face. though. You have to control yourself. Yeah. You can‟t do that here. Silva was always disgustingly active after a night‟s drinking while Bey slept in like any normal man would.” Bey ignored him and reached blindly with one convulsive grab. He‟d have to test out Silva‟s ass first thing. and the weakness should pass soon. Focus on that. but…comforting. he nudged the small digit toward his dick again. even though Silva made as much sense as a free tup from a whore. Bey. “Don‟t do this. It‟s only that… you‟re not made like one of the tribesmen.” he mumbled. “The pain is temporary. too.” Silva‟s pinky pulled free.” Bey smiled to himself. The sound of his voice washed over Bey like heated balm. Strange. What would the man look like. all icy skin and silver hair? Silva‟s voice slipped into his ear.
Remember. It didn‟t matter where they were. they could still do that. but Silva hadn‟t left without him. he could control himself. Bey and Silva together could kick any ass that needed kicking. Can you remember that? Control. I need you to do that for me.” Bey managed an actual frown. the sensation weak and faded. I want you to know that. Like someone was covering up his dead corpse. He could do gagged again. Bey. “Dammit. almost inaudible. You can curse all you like later. Bey. “Shhh. But better me than Shivar. you‟re still floating. and hell was trapped in your corpse for all eternity? Maybe Silva wasn‟t even here. “We can‟t do that right now. just like they had from the moment Silva joined the guards. But he was definitely talking to him.” Bey didn‟t like the note in Silva‟s voice. then grew in volume. not a man like Silva.” The words were coaxing. Silva knew Bey wasn‟t dead. Listen. “I am sorry about this. “Shhh.” “Good. You didn‟t cover up corpses in the Garden. I-” .” Silva‟s whisper ended on a frustrated sigh. “Don‟t speak unless you‟re spoken to. What was going on? “C‟ntrol. “Lecher. “Control yourself when you wake.” If Silva would just come close and stay there. Keep quiet now. What was Silva doing? They‟d been speaking. He sounded worried.Silva‟s fingers ran over his head. Not that Silva could be alive. but… Were the priests wrong after all. this would be so much easier. Act like you‟ve been gagged. Fool them. “No. Bey. Like Silva was pulling a sheet up over his head.” Yeah. understand?” Bey thought of Silva when he‟d been tied up in bed. Silva whispered again. “No…” Fabric fluttered against his lips. C‟mere. understand? Bear with it a while longer. And no talking. And hold on to your temper. It twisted his face as he felt something settle over his mouth and nose. there shouldn‟t be any worries after a man died. He was there. you covered corpses in Varlan. It sounded almost fond.” Silva‟s voice lacked the anger that usually went with the insult.” His voice emerged in a pained whisper. He‟d get rid of his numbness and make his body get up. not Silva‟s usual style at all. Maybe it was all part of his eternal punishment.” “Mmmmm. Nothing made any sense. gagged and naked and hot as hell. “I c‟n do that. Then they‟d take care of whatever was bothering his lover. and he did know that Bey was alive.” The words were close to Bey‟s ear. Quiet. His cock rose instantly. Quiet.
Bey pried open one eye. and a tunic so long that it tangled far past his knees. And he was staring up at the underside of a crude. His eyes took in the world around him with a rushing roar of confusion and pain. metal. But this resembled nothing so much as a Northern tribesman‟s tent and aged furs. and the middle of his back was a hot. “S‟lva?” Bey couldn‟t hear him! “No…” He‟d been right there! Bey hadn‟t expected to hear Silva talk ever again. He‟d damn well felt it. moving made his muscles bitch like an underpaid whore. They‟d both been hit. . And suddenly there was nothing. metal scraping against metal. and musty fur. He had to make sure that son of a bitch didn‟t kill him again! Bey could hear the metallic scraping echo dully – was another blade being drawn or sheathed? What was that doll-faced bastard doing to Silva? What the hell was going on? The fight to get his eyes open and his limbs mobile dulled the sounds around him. He had to get to Silva. Silva cursing. Long. and the heavy sound of fabric shushing against limbs. animal skin tent. but not enough to ignore completely. Bey‟s heart pumped heavily. He knew that voice. It felt like he was wearing a damned dress. Weight on his arms and legs turned out to be shackles wrapped with fur. No shrunken pizzle of a man was going to stop that voice again. Silva.“You‟ve finished dressing him. Light pricked brightly against Bey‟s eyelids. Now. Leave the tent. And his body knew the „I‟ve been beaten‟ feeling intimately. Breathing hurt. son of a whore‟s voice. He‟d felt himself die. “The afterlife is a tent?” Whose insane joke was this? Without Silva‟s minty flavor. And…what going on with his clothes? The clothes he‟d died in were gone and they‟d been replaced with…with the same shit that Silva‟s family had worn. Bey couldn‟t understand it.” “I need a few min-” There was the sound a blade being drawn and Silva cursing. down to the taste of bile in the back of his throat. Not while Bey was with him. Silva‟s brother! The numbing softness over his body lost it‟s comfort and transformed into invisible spider‟s webs that held him down. Light and sound disappeared. but he‟d been right there. Feeling rushed into his limbs and nausea animated his stomach. With a moan. the air smelled like sour sweat. He knew that…that cock-sucking. And Silva as well. not after that shot to the back. shapeless pants that strangled his ankles. A pile of furs supported Bey‟s back. But even that didn‟t change the sensation of feeling alive. forcing thick blood to move through his veins instead of pooling like molasses in his limbs. throbbing ache.
are you?” The voice came from behind. His muscles whimpered in protest. “Fyodar. but trained.He stared. fucker?” Alik stiffened. Bey wasn‟t going to argue. or Silva had a lot of explaining to do. He recognized the silver stitching on the pant-cuff. He nodded to himself. A few pieces of leather armor were against the side of the tent. But he could get one of those weapons – better a broken weapon than none at all – and then he‟d go get Silva. Taking in a deep breath.” He grinned after a moment of looking Bey over. A black beetle crawled along the edge of the tent looking for a way out. It had a thread fraying in the middle of one of the . Shackles. he couldn‟t do anything about those yet. I don‟t use it on anyone who isn‟t as hot as Silva. It was all so normal it was eerie. He needed to know who to come after if he couldn‟t finish them off here. “What th‟ hell is this?” He startled as someone actually answered him. looking like they needed oiling. swords at their sides. “And you must be the shy. He knew that uniform. And Alik here. Bey rolled over quickly onto his other side to face it. then sat up. Silva‟s people. He‟d forgotten about that. “Where‟s Silva. timid bride Silva was telling us to care for like a tender hot-house flower. “Not used to the veil. Alik‟s body quivered violently. he choked and had to spit out a mouthful of cloth. Bey looked them over and a slow fury built inside.” “Always. “Mind your tongue. “Who the hell are you?” He needed names. trying to get his bearings and figure out how to move again. So be it. but stopped at Alik‟s feet. Their clothing was the same as Bey had last seen outside his room in the barracks. They were definitely at ease. Two lanky silver-haired men stood inside the tent‟s entrance. then.” Fyodar snorted back a laugh. Their swords looked well cared for. Bey gave the angry man an insulting once over from head to toe. Men‟s voices filtered in. A couple long daggers that required the care of a good blacksmith lay next to them.” Bey‟s eyes narrowed. The older one answered him. If the world was going to act like he and Silva hadn‟t died. Either this asshole was trying to get his goat. with a blue and gray uniform bound tight to their wrists and ankles. interrupted by what Bey would swear was the jingle of a bridle.
a little too damn late to be useful: be quiet. quickly. He‟d helped hurt Silva.” A hand grabbed Bey‟s arm in mid-roll. smoothing the air in front of him. wait for the right time. He remembered that one. “Where is he!” Fyodar simply shook his head. Son of a bitch! Bey‟s upward kick jerked to a halt as the tunic tangled his legs even further.” Fyodar gestured briefly with his hand.silver whorls. They were not going to take Silva from him again. think before you act. and they‟d been standing like lazy asses by the door. They mixed with Silva‟s usual admonitions before a battle: be careful. grinning. control yourself. The veil fwooshed up on the first roll and halfblinded him with pale gray softness. he‟d been in the barracks with him in Varlan. and Alik glared at them both. making it hard to think past the dragging pain in every muscle. “I doubt Vasha has beaten your husband. he should have a chance to grab one of the daggers on the far side.” Fyodar chuckled. His braided topknot quivered as he chuckled again. Didn‟t matter. bride. And he didn‟t have any time to waste. Much. His stomach muscles almost gave out. blindly. but he caught the man in the ankle. “Don‟t worry. “You‟d better watch out for him. This man wasn‟t just part of Silva‟s tribe. His entire body throbbed. Staring hard at both men. moving his legs together to compensate for the fabric. I‟m going to have you laid out on the floor and begging for death. not when Bey could still move. He‟s a bold one. Even if they stopped him. little bride. He got slammed onto his back for his trouble. The flaring bottom of his tunic tangled around his legs. but he grit his teeth and kept rolling towards the broken daggers he‟d seen. Fuck that. They wouldn‟t catch him in time. and fell off the furs and onto the ground. crow‟s feet framing them. unless it was that Frothian flower girl with the huge-” “Fyodar!” “Where‟s Silva? What have you done with him?” Bey nearly choked again on the fabric covering his face as he tried to raise his voice. every second Silva was gone was another where anything could happen to him. A large . He rolled away from the guards. If he could conceal it in all this dam fabric. Silva‟s warnings finally seeped back into Bey‟s memory. Waiting got you killed. He knew where he was going. He only needed seconds. I‟d be more worried about what‟s going to happen to Silva once he gets back home. when he‟d been memorizing who to go after in hell. I can‟t recall the last time someone had you begging on the floor. he“Oh no you don‟t. Alik. He kicked out again. That boy is in for it once his father gets hold of him. “If you don‟t tell me where Silva is in the next few seconds.” Fyodar‟s eyes were a particularly sparkling shade of blue. Fucking bastard was laughing at him.
Bey swept out with both feet.” Alik‟s voice.” “What dulcet tones. “Need a hand?” Fyodar sounded on the verge of laughing. Bey had to get free. But he could feel himself losing ground. He couldn‟t get on top. but he didn‟t care. and missed entirely. The other man bellowed. spitting out the veil as it stuck to his teeth. Bey‟s eyes were obscured by the veil. Didn‟t knock Alik off. Someone pinned his legs to the ground and reached for his arms.” . Every twist and thrash pulled strength from his limbs like they were sponges being squeezed of water. though. “I‟ll haunt your pathetic ass „til you wish you‟d never laid a hand on me or Silva. but he felt a good solid connection. when Fyodar spoke. now! Bey growled and clenched his hands to swing again. Bey could still use his arms. He couldn‟t see where he‟d hit the tribesman. pulling them to the ground above Bey‟s head.” Bey pulled back his lips in a vicious smile. Both of them cursing continuously and wrestling over the tent floor. his limbs were getting sluggish. trying to block Bey‟s doubled fists with his arms. “He‟s a bit – ugh – feistier than I‟d thought Silva‟s bride would be. He didn‟t stop cursing. Pinned like a fucking bug on a board. even when his legs stopped working. Growling fiercely. The heavy bastard had all his weight on Bey‟s legs. That‟s when it blurred into the kind of fighting Bey remembered as a boy. Bey‟s vision cleared as one of them pulled the veil from his eyes and settled it back down over his mouth and nose.” Fyodar snickered like a damn kid. hoping he could brain him. Bey thrashed his head over and bit something fleshy and soft near his face. He hadn‟t even moved from the door. Fuck. Bey‟s head hit the floor as a fist knocked it to the side. He tried to keep the man in tight.” “Is that why you‟re on the ground?” The voice was closer. He bucked up just as Fyodar came close. And he didn‟t have time for this shit – he had to get out of here and get to Silva.body crashed to the ground. The ugly asshole was glaring at Bey like he was a scuttling roach in need of crushing. Bey swung his arms and connected with air as Fyodar reached down casually and caught them. He was left staring at Alik. Bey clenched both his fists together and swung up. “Go ahead and kill me. “Stop fighting. where sight didn‟t matter and he could smash against his head with the manacles. “I wonder what Silva thinks of them. bitch.
with a loop that secured the chain between his arms. I will rip your testicles out through your assholes. Alik smiled for the first time. “The killing. Alik got off his legs and Bey‟s kick was barely enough to phase him.” “It‟s natural. I believe his threat had more to do with simple swordplay and intestines. Because if you touch one damn silver hair on Silva‟s head. and no matter how hard he pulled. “Worried. “Or who he was doing. The proper anatomical . Alik held him down while Fyodar fiddled with the shackles at his arms and legs.” Bey struggled wildly as they started moving.” Fyodar said.” “Silva said the same thing.” Fyodar shrugged. little bride?” He blinked as Bey snarled at him. which was damn awkward when he had to lift his head off the ground to do it.” “You shouldn‟t let him talk like that. I always wondered what Silva was doing. “You‟d better pray to your gods I don‟t get free before we get there. but his body wasn‟t listening to him much at the moment. “He should be punished. but I‟d say this is a bit of an unusual circumstance. Craning his neck. Truly. not in front of the Boyor. aren‟t you? Now isn‟t that interesting. I believe.” The growl from Alik was just as tight as the man‟s face. Yours has a bit more flair. as weak as the last time he‟d caught the fever. then. “Don‟t think you‟ll be allowed to mouth off like this back home. “I know.” He looked down at Bey and his eyes sparkled.“Where is he!?” Bey yanked at his arms and tried to swivel his hips to buck off Alik. Nothing permanent will happen until we‟ve returned home.” “That‟s disgusting.” Fyodar shook his head. His smile softened as he searched Bey‟s face. they weren‟t moving. It didn‟t go well on his face. He squirmed like a wretched worm. Silva‟s father doesn‟t put up with that sort of behavior from the family‟s brides. Bey could see some kind of spike embedded in the floor. cursing viciously as they lifted him into the air and dumped him back onto the furs. Bey didn‟t stop cursing as they released him and headed back to the door.” Bey sneered. The fucking cocksuckers… “Where is Silva?” He‟d get out of this. His arms were stretched above his head. I‟ll kill you. Just give him a few moments alone with them… “He‟s being taken care of properly. Fyodar smiled. Now help me get the bride secured so we don‟t have to do this again. Then it‟s in the hands of his father. through a seam of the oilskin. “You are worried about him. He felt blown. his legs held down straight.
Reminds me of my wife.” “He‟s got a filthy mouth. They cut painfully into his wrists. he might be able to dislodge the peg where it dug into the ground. His face tightened. “No punishment. “Don‟t die on me. Even sitting on the far side of the tents. Fuck. Bey‟s entire body vibrated as he concentrated on successfully placing food in his mouth underneath the veil. but they both ignored him. It had always looked rather effortless when Silva had seen brides at home . aren‟t they?” Bey couldn't keep his head up to glare at them.” he whispered. And besides…I like him.Unexpected Relations Eating slowly. “I will cut off your dicks and fry them up like sausage while you watch. “Don‟t you fucking die before I get us out of this. he held Alik‟s arm to keep him from approaching Bey.” Alik simply looked outraged.” Bey would have spit on the floor but the material over his mouth made it impossible. And then he was going to take them apart. We would have shown you what a real man does with his dick. Vasha really will have your dick for sausage if you touch Silva‟s bride. He pulled at his restraints. he had a clear view of Bey‟s face. he palmed his own crotch. then shove them down your throats until you choke on your own vomit. Bey‟s hands curled into fists as he stared at the ceiling again. “That‟s why I like him. And safe. and after a soundless sputter.references are so often overlooked. Silva watched Bey‟s veiled face from three tents away. “Yeah? You got a real man around somewhere that would have fucked you up the ass for my entertainment?” Fyodar laughed as Alik‟s face flared red. He wanted Silva back in here and touching him again. If he could get that. turning his head into the furs as he started twisting in his restraints.” Fyodar laughed outright. He wanted them beaten and down. but he didn‟t stop.” Chapter 8 . bride. Steady pressure.” Alik spat. He closed his eyes. There were too many cookfires – the extras usually made bandits think twice about attacking such a „large‟ number of men – but Silva was happy at the moment that the light was so bright. Leave him be. Bastards. It dropped back to the furs and he stared up at the tent‟s ceiling. instead. He laughed as derisively as possible. “Oh that one‟s even better. “The only time you‟d get a glimpse of our cocks is if we‟d found you out on your own.” Bey spouted a few more threats. Silva.
the man always seemed to come up smelling like roses. he didn‟t care. explode in some spectacular manner like it always did.attempt it. Why had Silva even bothered to ask the man to control himself? He smiled to himself again as he took a bit of ale. the food staining the veil. he was in charge of punishing his bride‟s behavior. Bey‟s temper frayed far too easily. One languid hand would hold the veil out. it buoyed his spirits. Vasha had chosen the most old fashioned way to deal with the situation. however. that had been Silva‟s biggest worry. Silva might not have been allowed near enough to speak to his husband in the entire week they‟d been traveling. But Vasha seemed willing to give Bey a much longer leash than expected. the shackles snagging the fabric. he‟d yanked it off and tossed it into a firepit. “Fuck off. he was punished instead. It was so…Bey. they‟d find a way to escape. whoring. But somehow. or brawling. So sure that a docile Bey would fool Vasha‟s men into lowering their guard. He didn‟t need Bey to go through this simply to protect him from a little pain. Bey was making an utter mess of it. just enough to slip a sliver of food underneath with long fingers. As long as Bey was safe. Bey snarled as his shackle caught on the veil again and dragged it half down his nose. For some reason. and if he condoned it. Vasha‟s warning to Bey was all it took to make the man wear the veil ever since. as far as Silva could tell. Silva had been horrified to hear how badly Bey had reacted when he woke up completely. but at the moment. Silva had laughed out loud when he‟d seen it. The urge to do so didn‟t seem affected by the arbitrary nature of Bey‟s decision to actually listen to him. Attempting it with shackled hands must be much more challenging. but every time he heard Bey‟s voice snarling curses and threats. The first day Bey had come out in public. Alik must have said something because Bey aimed his next snarl at him. Bey‟s fury would build up. Silva couldn‟t quite stop a smile. Silva could concentrate on other more important things. A change in circumstances never changed Bey. like getting them both out of here. He‟d been telling Bey to get control since they‟d met. If Bey broke the rules. despite their circumstances. Silva might pay the price for every fit of temper later. He would punish the responsible party: Silva. He shook his head. As Bey‟s husband. The week had played hell on his nerves. the disappointment had passed practically the moment that damn veil had gone up in flames. asshole. and between the two of them. Bey‟s cursing lacked that concentrated fury that came from severe mistreatment. Their advantage was completely gone.” He slammed his hands against his face to yank it back up to some lopsided parody of its former self. It irked Silva to see him still trapped within the veil. I‟m putting the piece of shit back on. It made Silva sick with frustration. He had no problem with Bey ripping the veil off every night. Silva wished he could get close enough to tell Bey not to worry over it. . whether it was gambling. Silva could easily survive a few beatings. if he wished. and Bey cursing loud enough that Silva could hear him over the crackle of the fire and the murmurs of the men near him. Had to be habit.
for now. Men patrolled the camp. Silva turned his eyes away from Bey‟s. as exposed as a nude woman in a church. Silva wondered if Bey cared. Not a good place to travel without enough men to protect themselves from any „accidental‟ raiding by Pyotr‟s men. If only Silva could use that luck and get Bey out of this situation as well. There were only thirty or so. not since before Silva could walk. a few days of marriage. They were safe. and a few guarded the horses near the water. knowing how careful he was. even while in the tent. They were almost out of time. working in irregular shifts as they prowled around and between the tents. dodging thieves and relatives. Vasha grunted in disapproval next to him as though he‟d heard Silva‟s thoughts. In another day or two. both. but it was enough to keep Silva and Bey trapped. Or to take care of other needs. and then they could make their way back to Varlan. He didn‟t flinch when Vasha raised . turning his head the other direction. they were close to Uncle Pyotr‟s lands. the farther North they went. he might think you miss him. “Rudeness is for the strong. Not to mention that right now. Their current camp was a small clearing shadowed by some truly aweinspiring pine giants. they would be up in the Northern Reaches and it would be suicidal to try and escape without enough supplies to survive the outside temperatures.” Silva didn‟t both to answer. illuminated run of the tents. Not that it took much. likely a few up in them. And then free Bey. if not by Uncle Pyotr then by the bandits that lay in wait for easy prey. Two men alone. Grow your balls bigger before you try it. He and Bey were tied on their horses during the day on opposite ends of the caravan. If Silva could get the keys and release his shackles. Bey‟s dark stare had to be the reason his mind was trapped in an erotic fantasy the last few days. or it‟s nothing but juvenile posturing. out towards where he could hear the snuffle of the horses. it‟s all over for you. Flushing. “If you don‟t stop staring at your bride. at most. But better at night than during the day. Going through here was always a risk. when his father and Uncle Pyotr were still on speaking terms. The nights were growing colder. one of the few times where he could pinpoint exactly where his husband was. and if he could overpower his guards tonight. Silva knew Vasha had posted men on the outskirts of the trees. Shivar chuckled on the other side and glanced over at Silva. bordered by a riverlet on the East side. with the leading reins attached to a horse one of his brother‟s men rode. brother. would be happily picked off. without supplies. Once he knows that. and sex had already begun preying on his mind at all hours. he‟d still have to succeed in walking across the entire.He frowned. at supper was the closest he came to Bey. Vasha reached out to slap him in the back of the head without turning his attention from his own food. They weren‟t allowed time alone to so much as urinate. or if he touched himself and thought of Silva while his guards looked on.” Silva turned back to glare at Vasha calmly without speaking.
At least in bride‟s clothing. Silva knew Bey hated the cumbersome clothing. Dungeons were escape-proof. Silva. Someone. Silva got to his feet at the same time. Silva could see his over-tunic flaring out from underneath. Silva‟s eyes drifted over to Bey again. Anything he said would be taken the worst possible way. Vasha jumped to his feet. Silva scowled at the thought. There had to be a way. “Well. Just don‟t expect to keep „em. but at least he wasn't too angry to cooperate with Silva first. If they could get that far. Silva wasn‟t certain if Bey had ever encountered the intense cold that they would be seeing up north. he was happy to share what was going on in Bey‟s tent. that‟s definitely growing a pair. he wasn‟t angry at Silva over the veil. Silva didn‟t know if Bey had learned who‟d put it on him. Bey might retain more of his own warmth. Bey nodded with a minute jerk of his head. an encampment shouldn‟t be. Cursing more than Silva. He wouldn‟t fall into that trap again. They both paused in their eating.his hand again and repeated the abuse of his head. A couple‟s sex life should have no bearing on how they lived their lives. As Silva understood it.” Silva tried to ignore them and watched Bey. stumbling over his chains. Silva picked up another sliver of salted meat – deer. They could come to terms after they fled South. and not just because his anger was keeping him at a dull simmer. Bey was being restrained more than Silva. gesturing quickly. The two men who had followed . Bey looked up at that moment and saw Silva staring. Shivar snorted under his breath. had been spotted. reaching down to mid-calf. The fact that his father still followed customs that defined a man‟s role in his own bedroom frustrated Silva as much now as it had when he‟d fled to Varlan. Fighting more than Silva. but he did spit on the ground near Vasha‟s feet after his head stopped ringing. not when you‟re taking on Vasha. everyone was wondering if some mistake had been made and Bey should have topped on their wedding night. Although an encampment that Vasha was in charge of…might be. The silver embroidery of Bey‟s cuffs showed below. and followed the sound past the lighted tents and out into the dimness. many someone‟s from the sound of the whistle. His older brother was so much a legend in their family and beyond that it had been nearly impossible not to accept what he said as truth when Silva was young. and they weren‟t from the camp. Vasha might even thank Silva for getting rid of a problem. Vasha always found a way to make him feel weak. he thought – and choked on it as a soft whistle was carried by one man to the next from the outer edges. Bey‟s coat fit tighter around the chest and waist than Silva‟s did. but it had become one of the few positive things since they‟d been taken. Thank the moon. no matter what it was. If he weren‟t so pig-headed and hidebound. Whenever Fyodar was the one guarding Silva. Silva would find a way to get Bey away from here. thinking. warning them. Becuase there was no doubt Bey was a problem. flaring out over his hips to fall to his knees.
“I will cut you. but I have a duty and I won‟t neglect it. “Back to your tent.” one of the men snapped back. just came close to dragging them both to the ground until Nikol pulled him upright. Holding his breath. Another soft whistle floated in from the opposite end of camp and Bey‟s guards urged him back to his tent. “There are people on all sides of us. Surrounded. you know exactly how well we‟ve trained for this. Just like Uncle Pyotr. His two jailers for the night stood in the doorway. It‟s more vulnerable than mine.him to supper latched onto Silva‟s arms as he tried to head for Bey. the other facing out. You act as though it‟s your first raid. Getting off his knees where he‟d fallen. A raid was one thing – bandits were as common as roaches – but this felt different.” Nikol said. Silva. Anyone with an ounce of sense would worry!” “Silva. “I need to go my bride during an attack!” “Not until your becoming. “Your bride will be protected. “Don‟t worry. Vasha drilled his men until they were so confident of themselves it was maddening. even though the sun‟s light hadn‟t completely faded from the sky. It smelled rotten. voice as firm as his grip. yanking at his arms. At least let me make sure he‟s brought closer to the center. Something wasn‟t right. Silva slammed against him with his shoulder. Nikol facing him. And he knew they were as aware of it as he was. Then another from the water near the horses. We can handle this. And he wasn‟t with Bey. knocking him sideways into another soldier scrambling past to support the men on the outskirts. And the rest of them waited. Silva hissed.” His eyes hinted at empathy. The clouds were dark enough that shadow‟s were black. It didn‟t free him. Silva listened in dread for anything further. though. The men were sprinting to where they could best be of use. The timing. “Bey‟s tent is near the Northern border. You won‟t be permanently harmed. Silva watched with them. Nikol glanced out for a brief moment. the fact that no guard had spotted anyone until they were completely surrounded.” Nikol sounded like he meant it and Silva cursed his brother all over again. Silva braced himself to get past and had to stop as the man drew his sword. leaving the tent open to follow the movements of the men racing to protect the camp. soft boots silent on the flattened grass. and cursed as the last side of the camp whistled in. Silva.” Silva cursed at them both as he was half-thrown into the tent. It was an eerie night for an attack.” .” “Let Fyodar and Alik do their jobs and worry about yourself.” Silva struggled again and failed to free himself. as well. the silence. instead.
and almost immediately. “If you‟ll give me your word that you won‟t try to escape. It didn‟t matter that he was being held captive. and then I‟ll do what I must. He‟ll take care of things.” Nikol nodded at Silva‟s murmur.” he whispered. the hoarse screams of injured men.” They checked the area. And so was Bey. dressed nearly identical to Vasha‟s soldiers. Silva could hear the noise flowing down from the North. had they lost that side as well? “We have to get around. before they were taken from the flank. Vasha‟s men had been pushed back to the inner tents. the thwup of bowstrings. echoed around the encampment. The other man would have gone to warn those fighting on the East. or were Vasha‟s men so overwhelmed that part of their perimeter was already lost? Silva didn‟t make a sound. He‟d taken far too long. Silva persisted. Minutes later and there was almost no progress. we can make certain your bride is safe. and noise erupted on all sides: running. He has to be moved. frozen as they both watched the men disappear past another tent. Unless Fyodar and Alik had passed Silva somehow. Hasanid preserve them.” “He will be. his eyes scanning the fighters from the . far louder than it should have been for a normal raid.” They all stopped speaking as a group of nearly 8 men crept out from between the tents.” “Understood. Nikol nodded. his hand reaching for his side. he cursed under his breath at the scene in front of him. and dying. “Unless you fall. wanting his old sword.A horn sounded. if it‟s possible. Silva twitched. And Silva was trapped in the damn tent where he could do nothing. it was too damn slow! Peering around another tent. swelling. Silva‟s shackles made everything a nightmare crawl. Silver lit up around the tents as men used their Gifts on each other to deadly effect. Couldn‟t they see? “Bey will be too close to the fighting. Silva heard a series of shrill. Had anyone stayed behind to keep watch? Silva couldn‟t detect anything. Had these men slipped through the cracks. coming from the West. The sounds of men fighting. “There‟s too many of them. The other guard flipped his fingers at Silva and Nikol and slipped silently out of the tent.” Silva nodded. closer to the fighting. trying to separate the sounds of battle and the stench of spilled bowels from the seeming emptiness in front of them. Silva‟s hobbled legs held him back so much he wanted to rip them off. unearthly screams from where the horses were picketed. Then an outcry from the direction the interlopers departed decided them both and they edged out of the tent. relieved. Nikol whispered against Silva‟s ear. mournful and low. Bey was trapped back among Pyotr‟s men. Fyodar isn‟t a novice. Worries over Silva‟s escape became irrelevant. His own brother fighting in the darkness. these were still his people being attacked.
And get them killed. and Fyodar was smart.” He left Silva standing there. struggling against the urge to go back and take on the men who were attacking in the dark like cowards. blade already out. He grabbed the key with his other hand and they both sprinted for Bey‟s tent. They looked right over them and he and Nikol held their breaths until they‟d passed. voice rough. Silva was looking feverishly for one of his own. cursing unintelligibly only to suddenly cut off in a liquid gurgle. Silva swallowed once. falling directly in front of them. Silva glanced back at where Vasha had run and grit his teeth before dashing over the dark ground to Bey‟s tent.” Vasha said. Nikol covered them both. and plunged back into the battle with a wild yell. “Head South. He took another‟s hand off at the wrist. Silva skidded across the ground as his feet hit a patch of slicked down grass that had been churned nearly to mud by men‟s feet. His eyes caught Silva‟s as he ripped open a man‟s belly. Nikol passed him his knife. speechless. dumping them on the cold ground next to another body. leaving was the only thing that he and Bey could do! This wasn‟t his fight. he pulled a corded thong over his head and slapped it into Nikol‟s hand. still attached to the leather cord. Silva‟s eyes tried to play tricks on him. A pair of shadows fighting one moment. guarding as Silva undid his shackles. Turing a corner. It put them both low to the ground. He fell flat on his back. his hair splashing down in the muck. The relief at seeing his brother still alive spread out from Silva‟s belly and into his face just in time for Vasha to witness. Pyotr will expect you to try for Father. snarling. coated. He was tough. whirling around him with sword and dagger. Not anymore. but between the three of them. ignored the screaming that followed. The thought of his brother‟s body. his men littering the land around him… Dammit. He needed to get to Bey – the man had to be there. touching his cheek to Silva‟s. and sprinted into the shadows next to them. Safe until Silva could fetch Bey and they left. their bodies weren‟t near enough to retrieve. blank darkness the next. Another horse screamed its death agonies and a man seemed to scream in response. . otherworldly look. left to rot on the ground without even the proper rites. they had to be enough to stay safe. Fire‟s light and silver flashes gave everything a slowed. stunned. Panting. “Take your bride and get out. Reaching down. but while numerous men no longer needed their swords. He pulled Silva in and kissed him briefly on the forehead. trying to avoid confrontation with larger groups that would keep them stationary. and only one remaining shade the moment after that. Silva gagged. unseen as three more of Uncle‟s soldiers ran for the front line. As they slunk around the edges of the fighting. Silva slid the sword from a still-warm grip. Alik was an unknown. Nikol bowed his head just as Vasha grabbed Silva around the neck. Silva gripped it in both hands. Another man screamed. Nikol crouched down to help him up. Vasha darted by the next moment.shadows. and then snatched the key Nikol held out.
“So be it. They‟d reached the tent. And sometimes even that was overlooked. “Bey?” “No bullshitting me now. Both the swords were up. pointed Silva‟s direction. what.” . Had someone already been there. a fight?” The second his arms were free he ripped off the veil and tossed it to the ground.” Silva looked around the tent for another weapon. the man would make a tempting target. Silva. It had not been nearly long enough since raiding for brides was still permitted. Bey blinked. “We‟re needed elsewhere now. “You look like you mated with a pig in his slough. Once they got out of here…. Silva. and Silva‟s heart doubled its beat. partially collapsed. You. “Fyodar.” He finished Bey‟s ankles and stood up to unlock the cuffs around his writsts. Silva saw the glint of a sword being pulled back out of the entrance. Fyodar‟s sword nicked out of the opening and beckoned him inside. Alik. we can go now?” “Yes. “Are you kidding me? That‟s all it took to get us free. “You all right?” “Of course. gone after Bey? Veiled. “You shouldn‟t be here. as long as they didn‟t have the full sword tattoo. this wasn‟t Bey‟s fight. Nikol had to hold him back from running inside. if you had enough power. then?” Nikol nodded. The opening was empty. “So. yanking his braid. “God I hate that thing. Fyodar smiled briefly at Silva. princess?” he asked.” Silva couldn‟t say anything else. too.” Nikol said. ran back out the tent opening.” The swords were withdrawn. “He‟s letting them leave.” Bey growled in response as Fyodar saluted with his sword and disappeared into the darkness. “Be safe. Fyodar accepted it as easily as he seemed to accept everything else. “Vasha gave him the keys. Alik paused. His own panic would have impaled himself. It drooped sideways. returning the man‟s brief salute before Nikol. dark inside. Bey grabbed him by the shoulders first. frowning with a glare at Bey before he cursed and followed.” Fyodar spoke like a disappointed father.” he hissed quietly. glancing back and forth between the tent door and Silva. “Be safe. Silva. Take care. too. watching Silva start on his shackles with a disbelieving snort. little flower.” Silva repeated. Bey was his priority.” Nikol murmured. the moment he walked in. his voice gruff as he examined the slime coating Silva‟s face and hair. you really okay. it‟s Nikol.Nikol stopped him with a hard jerk on his arm.
So…we go South into the camp. “Silva. free hand edging toward his crotch. putting his hand on Silva‟s shoulder until Silva had to look down at him.” He smirked. something mending inside that he‟d thought already broken.” They both started out of the tent.” “Yeah. Vasha‟s fighting them just South of us. an even pace. then?” He grinned as Silva could only blink at him.” Bey nodded. They needed to go. “Yes. “Yes…that would be a shame to miss. I‟d take it off. “They‟ve broken through the line here.” Matvey smiled and the others spread out around him. with no battling to the West at all. and men yelled and screamed as the sickening. “First thing I‟m gonna do to your brother is make him wear this damn dress crap. “And he‟s your brother. He tossed it to Bey just as a small group came out from the shadows a few feet ahead and stopped at the sight of them. “Father wanted to make sure you were properly welcomed. His face was smeared with the same mud as Silva‟s. A horse was screaming incessantly now. kissing Silva hard. away from the encampment. We heard you were being brought back. staring as the sounds ebbed and flowed with the wind that carried them. “You‟re brother‟s an ass.” Bey stared another second and then yanked him close. more than their cookfires could produce. If it weren‟t so damned cold.” he repeated. “For luck. he knew he had. The light flickering across the familiar face made demonic streaks of light and shadow across his eyes. We need to be gone from here while we can. he‟s an asshole I got dibs on. “A real asshole. keeping out of the firelight. The sounds of the fight were loud – something crackled with fire. you know that?” Silva nodded. thick sound of metal tearing through flesh echoed closer to the tent. Can‟t let some other bastard take him down first. Matvey. Bey cursed quietly as his clothing caught on the thistles that hadn‟t been flattened by their presence yet. When the man smiled. “Hey. can I?” Silva gripped his sword tighter.” Silva nodded and they both peered through the door. His voice was eager. a quick slash of his tongue and lips before he let him go. Bey sighed. Silva thought he recognized one of his uncle‟s sons.” Bey grunted. then sighed. Slipped in the muck. His voice barely worked. He‟s always been…brutal.“I‟m fine. looking out toward the sound. moving quickly. . Head West and then South. “Which way?” Bey asked quietly. They stood.” Silva leaned down to take another sword from underneath a still figure in their path.
Silva. desperately tried to bring his own Gift to bear. “So you really did wed a Southerner. hitting the ground just as Silva‟s cousin swept out with both his sword and his hands. duck!” Bey didn‟t even question. “Falling apart? More like kicking your pathetic ass!” Silva‟s cousin lost ground. the other soldier slipped in and swung down. No wonder your tribe is falling apart.” All eyes went to Bey as he grinned maniacally and readied his blade. hands on the back of your head. Matvey gave one hard shove and Silva‟s blade skewed to the side. splattering Bey as the wound splurted out his life‟s blood. Screaming. His cousin held out his hands immediately. protecting Bey‟s head. shimmering over the air. Silva could see his mind churning. yelling as he went. turning back to Silva. pointed at Bey. Bey cursed. “Yeah. Silva scrambled behind.” Bey charged before the man finished speaking. “You want your bride to live. Matvey grinned and sliced down at Bey. fuck you. He barely looked over when the man Silva fought made a fatal mistake and took Silva‟s blade along his thigh. He paused as Matvey shifted. “No!” Silva rolled to his feet. Everything they touched exploded with a small. “You‟re not to be killed. Bey was grinning. but nothing happened. smiling coldly.“Oh. Silva. Bey rolled quickly. Then another dozen of his uncle‟s men came out of the darkness. barely catching a slice that would have landed against Bey‟s unprotected back as he fought with Matvey. swinging with a wildness that always seemed out of control but never quite left an opening. I can promise you that. backing away. they‟d do it fighting. at . hit the ground. still on the ground in front of him. it wouldn‟t come more than half the times he called it. Silva‟s cousin spit on the ground. Pale silver spread out from his palms like glass shards. Matvey lowered his hands. Intent on damaging Bey. towards the bastard rather than away. glinting blankly from the fire. If he and Bey were going to die. “Bey. watching the man‟s hands. No deal.” “You‟ll kill us both. There was a sudden telltale focus to his cousin‟s eyes.” Bey knelt on the ground. and stabbed up through his thigh and into the meat of his body. bastard. spewing words Silva was too furious to even say. Until his becoming. searching for a way out. and he and his cousin strained against each other. Silva swung his blade to block it. That‟s fucking tacky. tearing the blade out through his groin. disintegrated puff. Silva stepped away as the man collapsed and he stepped towards the other soldier with Matvey.” His uncle‟s family had no honor. you did not just make a pass at my husband in the middle of battle. the soldier fell.
” He sneered.” Silva said. Barely aware. “Although he didn‟t know your bride was a southerner. and they headed away from the battle. Fighting to keep his feet and not slice his own neck. Bey cursing and kicking out at Matvey. Silva shook himself as his arms were secured behind his back along with Bey‟s. “Fucking shit!” Bey cursed as they wrestled him to the ground. Bey‟s bellowing voice caught at his ear. Silva could only moan in response. North then East. Picked up by his arms. Bey bumped into Silva‟s side on the next push from behind. They were shoved away from the sounds of fighting. stop. and the fighting was elsewhere. dropping his sword. His cousin‟s eyes shifted to the right and Silva turned as he heard the telltale rustle of grass at his side. Uncle wants you. which grew in number as they passed one tent after another. . His cousin gave him a shove that knocked him to his knees. He wasn‟t fast enough. “Bey. Please…” He nearly fell again as Bey and he were pushed on. “You okay?” he whispered. Focus.least for a while. murmuring words to Silva that he couldn‟t quite make out over the faint roaring in his head. If this many men were here. his eyes seeing double. yanking him back. Silva swayed. Bey‟s eyes glared at every man surrounding them. followed by a blade against his jugular. Silva watched as the other men threw themselves at Bey. He has something special planned for you and your bride. and prayed he could find a way to get them both killed before then if they couldn‟t get away. It wasn‟t until they faced even more men. There was a scuffle. just how big a force had Uncle sent after them? And why so many? Bey tried to keep Silva up when he stumbled again. They really were going to be taken to his Uncle. When he tried to open his mouth. An arm wrapped around his throat. The leads were tied to Matvey‟s and another guard‟s horses. I told you he heard you were being brought back. He fell on his face when his balance wasn‟t good enough to hold himself without his arms. The man went down hard. Silva didn‟t think he‟d be able to feel his hands for too long. tying them to the saddle the same way Vasha‟s men always had. and your brother if we can take him alive. he tried to struggle. that Silva realized they truly weren‟t going to be killed. He couldn‟t let them hurt Bey…. something hit his head so hard he saw stars. It would be better then whatever Pyotr had planned. one of the men getting stabbed in the arm before they disarmed him. cussing out anyone who shoved them too hard. towards Pyotr‟s lands. with spare horses. Rough hands forced Bey and Silva to mount up. The shattering pain in his skull made his eyes blur.” “Uncle can rot. only tighter. He had to stay aware. Silva couldn't turn to make sure Bey wasn‟t getting himself killed.
They…loomed. . realized it was as cold as the lower reaches of hell. it felt like his heart started again for another day. But so far. Bey wasn't sure how long they‟d been traveling. The „uncle‟ couldn‟t be much better. Silva had been nearly incoherent the first day in the saddle. Their shape was too sharp and thin. Bey had been almost sure that Silva was going to fall off his horse before he regained his senses and they‟d leave him insensible on the ground. He swore. at least as long as they‟d been trapped with Vasha. no matter what they said they needed him for.Chapter 9 – Pyotr Bey grit his teeth as the man ahead of him tugged at his horse‟s reins again. Bey scowled at the men riding in a loose group around him. blue-gray hoods pulled up over their heads. but that had been the evening after they‟d come across the first supercilious pine tree. and turned around to find someplace where trees had real damn leaves instead of needles. Bey would like to gut him and watch wild dogs eat them from the inside out. then the world would be nearly perfect. tied to the saddle exactly like Bey‟s. Any hint of weakness and he was sure he‟d be paying for it. The smell of them stung his nose when it managed to sneak in through the cloth. By the end of the day. If only Silva‟s family would follow. but the pace was twice as brutal. He was too worried for Silva to give Matvey a reason to incapacitate him. and there‟d been nothing but pine for days now. He was pretty damn sure that every member of Silva‟s family was an utter asshole. Every time they stopped for the night and he was able to see that prissy. but he‟d had the unpleasant realization that the urge still existed. They all looked the same. making the stupid beast sidle left nervously. No one who had any sanity would live where it was this cold. not that he‟d let them know. If it weren‟t for the gloves in between the damn leather ties and his skin. at least that bastard had a sense of humor. and Bey didn‟t think the feeling was going to go away any time soon no matter how healthy Silva looked now. his restraints would likely have scraped his wrists to the bone. if every horse in existence ran off and went feral. trying to get some feeling back in them. blue-eyed glare. The air was so cold his dick was growing icicles. Matvey was even more of an uptight little prick than Silva‟s damn brother. Bey wouldn‟t be able to tell which one was Silva until he was able to see the man‟s hands. faces veiled against the cold. triangular rather than the comforting round softness of the trees closer to the coast. It had eaten at him every second. It was a bit more difficult when it was a tree. These pine trees made him twitchy. He flexed his hands against his bindings. when Bey had mentioned his frustration. While still alive. Silva had already granted him a smile. but he‟d cleared up by the second day. Bey‟s legs could barely hold him. Right now. Bey had always had the urge to take a man down a peg when he tried that with Bey. not if he was this rag‟s father. if possible. Bey would cheer them on. and not half as smart. He couldn‟t keep his seat well enough on the horse to avoid getting yanked side to side. Silva hadn‟t smiled since. He didn‟t know if he‟d ever feel his fingers again in a place like this. Except possibly Fyodar. Normal men who valued the vital parts of their anatomy would have taken one step into this region. and his wrists showed it.
they could have had a chance in the moments when pines obscured the rest of the party. Bey took a deep breath. Bey grunted as the horse skittered on a loose stone and his bindings tightened again painfully. He‟d taken to glaring at everyone around him. but so far. Bey needed to figure out how the tribe thought and use whatever advantage that got him. he occupied himself for the rest of the evening by imagining what he was going to do to these tribal scraps of fishbait once he got Silva free and they could get a little revenge. Bey marked every one. had torn a piece of rag and put it on Bey before the end of the first day. and it had earned Silva quite a few heavy handed gut-punches. Bey could lead them away and give Silva a chance to free himself as well. If they could figure out why the hell they‟d been taken. Bey would snap at a guard and get a small slap for it. Bey thought they might have lost their hands to gangrene. They would get out of this. but he would. All it would have taken was a moment of freedom that he didn‟t have yet. he‟d be able to remember a hell of a lot more. If only there were a few moments where he could get free. He wished a moment that Zhenya didn‟t tie knots as proficiently as veteran sailors. But he was willing to let Zhenya get up close so he could learn what he could. that would have helped. He had to remember that. but one of his men. If it weren‟t so fucking cold. but he already knew he didn‟t want to feel anything positive for them. and exactly where they were sleeping that night. but Silva‟s behavior was receiving a lot more attention. And Zhenya had made sure to check their bindings every morning and loosen them if necessary. If it weren‟t for him. So far. Bey needed to get them out of this mess. with the bindings so tight the second day.Once it did. The little furrow between Silva‟s brows was a permanent feature now. before they ran out of time. The tribesmen were just as dangerous as he‟d always heard. He did not understand Silva‟s countrymen. He couldn‟t believe that even these bastards thought that Bey needed to have his face covered. and that was a constant sliver under his skin. The bastards seemed fixated on Silva. cursing as he inhaled a makeshift veil into his mouth along with air that tasted of ice. he hadn‟t had the chance to put the knowledge to use. as well. How they hell was he going to get them out of this? . Matvey had seemed almost gleeful about leaving the veil off. but it wasn‟t much. Like the dumb bastard had just protected his virginity or something. no one was talking about it. Considering that everyone had an outer veil attached to their coats. Seemed to think Bey should be grateful that he‟d done it. And a much higher level of skill with a horse than Bey would ever have. a baby-faced youth named Zhenya. Bey didn‟t see why he was so special he needed two. he couldn‟t afford to view them as anything but the enemy. too. No other option was acceptable. or when they were fed. who had done it and how hard. they were in deep shit and no joking about it. It made it hard for Bey to despise him properly. Silva had passed on what he could in the few moments they had at whatever temporary pit was dug for wastes. Bey couldn‟t even follow what most of the men around him said. If Silva was this worried. Period.
But he‟d never let him down. even if his best friend in all of existence was of the tribes. Everyone had stopped up ahead. and harangued him like a fishwife. duty-conscious. Silva met you. he‟d do it. reading them carefully. No. pissed him off. but Silva never… Bey looked up at the morass of horses between him and his partner. rather uptight. Damn. a little excitement. he was usually better than Bey at determining what an enemy was going to do next. His body tense. fucking dammit. If Bey had been one to judge the tribe by the one person he knew from it. a low rumble of voices getting louder. when they were in an actual battle as opposed to putting down a riot. Bey didn‟t get a lot of surprises. Anything new was bad. the entire two years they‟d been partners. he‟d take you down. aside from his pathetic attempts at sneaking. but it was too early to stop for the day. He had let Silva down. first off. more vicious than the joy at returning to home . No tension. The fact that their staying in Varlan for so long might have led to this…. You betrayed him. He kept searching as his mind reflected. and just a little naïve. searching for the slim line of the back of his head. but if he‟d just fucking gone in the first place. he would have thought all tribesmen were a pinch too moral. but he had that trust. There was a different feel to the excitement when someone was about to catch hell. the horses were gathering. anything. Once they were free. Relaxed for some of them. in a situation like this. Bey wasn‟t going to be the first between them to do so. not with the pace they‟d been keeping. Silva was probably one of the first.He didn‟t know enough about the damn culture. unable to pick it out of the sea of hoods. Bey still couldn‟t get over how Silva was exactly what he appeared to be. or that he wasn‟t good at discerning tactics. And good warriors. loyal. and Bey started looking around him again. Bey scanned the faces around him. Bey worried at his veil with his teeth. They were probably almost at Silva‟s uncle‟s then. he could do to get them out of this. Bey assumed you were a fucking bastard right off. Through the trees. The sounds were changing. Best way Bey could think of it was how he looked at a person. They might be irritating. And Bey really wished there‟d been enough of a moment for him to let Silva know how much Bey was sorry for that. he was going to assume you weren‟t an ass unless you were proving it otherwise at the moment you met. He‟d stay alert and if there was anything. He hadn‟t meant to. Hell. Silva had fought him. and even those weren‟t aimed at screwing you over. they wouldn‟t be in this damn mess. All the shit that happened. it was a happy surprise. But he had a kind of…innocence. Maybe let Silva beat on him a bit to make him feel better. Not that Silva couldn‟t fight. and if you proved him wrong.
contorting his body still attached to the saddle. . no one was talking to Silva. If it would keep Silva safe. The men spoke back in forth in their own language. The men with him checked Silva‟s bindings. but no one was breaking camp. “Silva?” Bey raised his voice. Silva was…scared? Bey checked him over. staring back at him. and then past him where the land plunged down a sharp. “Hey. the man holding his horse‟s lead. Prissy bitch face plus something else that Bey rarely saw. Were they simply caring for the horses. Every word tightened Silva‟s jaw another notch. Silva‟s home country was damn irritating. nearly sneezing inside the pungent blackness. but if that was the way it fell out. he had a chance to see down into the wide valley. As Bey‟s horse was shuffled closer to Silva. leather coated cloth over his entire head. gesturing as they dismounted and came close. Most of the horses were resting while the men looked them over. The tribesman didn‟t look threatening. Bey tried to halve his time watching them and taking in everything about the area. what do you think you‟re-” Bey grunted as the bastard‟s little helper yanked him forward the same way. the bastard yanked Silva‟s head forward by the braid. None had weapons unsheathed. but he couldn't ignore it entirely. tied tightly against the horse. now ostentatious mountains. There was a long moment where the sounds of horses and men were all Bey could hear and then Silva‟s voice came from ahead. cradled between peaks that made the mountains Bey was used to feel like pimples. He had a feeling they‟d have to head towards Silva‟s father. He tried to ignore the prickling awareness he felt. how the saddles lay. Bey would take it. He had to pay attention to the more mundane issues of mortals like himself. then the horses: hooves. so it must be what lay over the edge that had him spooked. fucker. their legs. A quick check finally found Silva. Matvey the Ass and one of his higher ups were heading over and he thought they were more of a threat than the castle down below. His eyes were deadly flat by the time Matvey walked up to him. He and his horse emerged from the trees and the man ahead who controlled his reins began to slow. he hoped that was a good sign. or was something else planned now? He‟d use whatever opportunity it provided. Silva cursed up a blue streak that ended with the sound of flesh against flesh and a gagging gasp. Silva and he had to know which way to go when they escaped. He couldn‟t see any way down. up close to such massive peaks that they seemed to block half the sky. A castle hunched there. He had the chance to look into uncaring blue eyes before he was hooded like some damn hawk. He saw Matvey laugh at something one of his men said. Another one headed over to Bey for the same treatment. so be it. First pretentious trees. Grinning. His back was on fire. trying to keep him upright while his legs screamed at the stretch. face set and cold.and comfort. sudden cliff. Bey‟d been hoping he could have freed Silva before this.
The mountains were so huge around here it played havoc with his ability to judge size and distance. heading down slope on a steep angle. The horses started to move. probably granite like the surrounding peaks. He didn‟t know how to adjust his body and felt constantly on the verge of falling off. and that just wasn‟t fucking going to happen. they were dead. If they tried to cross the river itself. but the giant stone wart sat on the ground and glared at the world around it. he didn‟t see how they‟d last for more than an hour or two afterward without freezing. The horse‟s hooves shifted from the almost silent crackling of pine needles to a sharper ting of shod horses on loose stone. We‟ll be…. Ugly and chilling. Knowing there was likely a steep drop to his death if his horse didn‟t obey the lead attached to it made Bey sweat. They had a big enough river nearby. Castle first. He clamped his teeth down over his tongue. He didn‟t care who he had to damage. moved past one side of the keep and possibly through it – he hadn‟t been able to see it clearly enough . But the river…not so good in that there wasn‟t really anywhere else to go. definitely a castle or keep. Don‟t worry. Hated fucking heights. trying to commit it to memory for later and distract himself from his stomach trying to heave its way back up his throat. especially when he couldn‟t see them. the man wasn‟t going to die again. because if implied that he was going to lose Silva again. but the trees and brush had been cleared for at least a mile surrounding the castle. When he got out of this. then moved the appendage out of the way before he accidentally bit it off. Maybe more – still couldn‟t . There had been small bits of white in the water that Bey was worried were chunks of ice. Bey clung to the pommel of the saddle so hard that his hands were knots of hot pain after only a few minutes. If Bey had ever traveled and come across that keep as a place to stop for the night. Bey. Set in the midst of mountains on the edge of a sheer drop off on the other side. Dark stone. at least. Bey imagined it would be very difficult to hear anything over the roar of the falls. they‟d remember that. Not without stopping to get warm. kill. The rest of the area was flatter until it sloped up to the cliff Bey was still descending. Once Silva and he got to that point. His ears tried to pick out whatever clues they could. After quite a while his horse shifted. either.” Silva didn‟t speak as Matvey said something in a growling laugh and there was another pained grunt. He couldn‟t tell just how large it was. to be on the very edge of the drop off that the falls went over. Bey was going to kill Matvey if he ever got out of this. what had it been? The structure was massive.and plunged over the edge of the escarpment.” Silva sounded like he was gritting his teeth as he spoke. But the river came in from the east through the valley. its squat presence should have blended in. The entire backside of the castle seemed. and if they stopped. The rest of the valley hadn‟t looked opportune for escape paths. That was good. he would have risked a bedroll by the river instead. Guards that couldn‟t hear were guards that could allow an easier escape. He couldn‟t say if. “We‟ll be fine. shockingly nerve wracking when Bey couldn‟t see where they were going.“I‟m fine. or fuck to get Silva free of this. Bey ran the valley‟s defenses through his mind. from this distance.
The man was so fucking molestable that he worried Silva would be more likely to be targeted by any lonely. He was tougher than the princess. They still had a chance. And if it was something worse? He tried not to think about it. the man would sometimes let Bey sit in close to Silva. Didn‟t matter. but plans were never certain. and better not to dwell on it unless it made you smile. as if that was really a choice. then they could get over it. Whatever happened. Bey wasn‟t letting anyone get their hands on Silva. He‟d bring in some of his soldiers to keep guard. Hopefully. His guts churned even contemplating anyone touching Silva. and had more done to him. but if it didn‟t prevent their escape. remembering his last sight of Silva. Beatings. familiar shiver. or watery plummeting death. In the evenings. He panted heavily inside the hood. they were getting out of here. Growing up. They weren‟t dead yet. or wallow in the pain and die a prisoner. lusting soldiers who were given free reign. Not a problem. Survive and escape. Whatever his uncle had planned for them was probably on the far side of painful and wrong. They could both take a lot of hits and bounce back. The right word at the right time and he‟d have Silva‟s share of beating and gang rape on top of his own. So once he and Silva freed themselves and got out of the keep. and talk to them. sheer craggy cliff. Bey really hoped it simply threats of what was to come. They were still on the horses. Bey could focus it a little more on himself. that would involve violence and nothing more. The smallest slip-up was all he and Silva needed. even if his face looked relaxed and unconcerned. open ground. Not much of a choice. even if only for a few minutes. not even down from the cliffside yet. Bey swallowed. If only Matvey‟s speech didn‟t bring Bey an uncomfortable. then he liked to think about during the longer winter nights. struggling while he was hooded. Bigger bones. could be dealt with for quite a while before you couldn‟t remember anything but the desperate hope to avoid more pain. That‟s all there was too it. Didn‟t-fucking-matter. even repeated ones. including that young Zhenya. Rape…he‟d rather avoid it. Matvey and the rest might have plans. saying something that would have Silva‟s muscles as tight as boards.judge the distance. Couldn‟t change the past. Harder to snap. flinching as his horse stumbled before righting itself. and it was only over when you‟d bled out on the ground and your shade took revenge. Bey nodded. He usually spoke in Silva‟s tongue. anyway. though. and Silva‟s family seemed crazy enough already. Bey wished he hadn‟t seen so much in his life that he knew just how much there existed on that side. His mind wound itself tight with ideas and worries as the horse finally leveled out what seemed . for beatings or rape. Much better to drink and screw and enjoy what you had. their escape routes could be open ground. Family always made people a little crazy. he‟d done more. He tried not to think about what could happen before the slip-up though.
and Silva and he were brought forward again. A few livestock. There were always worse things. Had to stay up. The soft puft as hooves cut into packed dirt slid into his ears. most likely. Bey‟s mouth watered at the smell of roasted duck. then Bey‟s pride had a little bit of leeway. from the size of the thing. Bey went along with getting untied from the horse. He thought they‟d been seen rather then overlooked by the crowds and he cursed. but was it to the left or right? Men‟s voices – too many of them. stumbling to his knees as soon as he was released and the blood rushed back into places it had been denied for a while. The horses clomped over wood as they crossed what was likely a moat. and they quieted almost as soon as the smell of food hit Bey‟s nose. more warmly after Matvey replied. The air felt colder – in the shadows or the sun was already going down – when the sounds changed. but his hands were secured behind his back before he could move them. The sound of voices and the scent of food slowly trickled in. stay sharp. and his pride dropped another notch. Heat seeped in under the skirt of his clothing as he stepped onto a harder floor. They could still find a way out. failed. vulnerable like this…he had to be on his toes. Reeds. a very irritated goat. the residents might not be as used to people trying to escape. He tried not to panic. not hitting the uneven patches in the reeds strewn over the floor. He wished his gloves were off to feel the warmer air and get rid of the chilled near-numbess encasing his fingers. It echoed oddly against the hood over Bey‟s head. right? They weren‟t dead yet. The man holding one arm snickered.hours later. with something crushing oddly on top of it. stay a pain in the ass to see if he could keep Silva‟s pretty head on his shoulder. but his pride was salvaged a bit when he heard Silva have the same trouble. He could work with that. He‟d rather prisoners were so common that he and Silva were unnoticed. Bey tried to pinpoint the sounds to figure out where the gate was located. He worked hard on keeping his breath even and calm as the horses hooves hit stone blocks and their shoes rang over them. Noticed made it harder to leave. yet. poultry. Not that there was a lot of pride in being hooded. It felt like stone. Bey stumbled again over a shallow beam set in the floor. though. If Silva – who was a better horseman. He thought it might be a doorway into the main hall. . The voices were more reserved. even if Bey wasn‟t going to admit it to his face – was having trouble too. It could be done. So they were in the castle. A deep voice called out irritably to Matvey. cows lowing. Always good to remember things like that. He could hear a smithy working. snarling something. After he and Silva were prodded along for a ways. Hushed. No women that he could hear. He tried to reach up to free his face. Although it also meant if you could figure out a way to blend in. not as numerous. Hooded and naked would have been worse. He focused on keeping upright. but until then. His stomach growled loudly. It wasn‟t impossible. Silva could keep it there once he got a weapon. Bey clenched his teeth together and shifted his weight in the saddle. Bey heard Silva next to him. The sounds of conversation died down the further they went in. He tried not to grunt. They were stopped with a quick yank.
Silva sucked in his breath. Late middle age. The blues were deeper. heavy jowls and a stomach to match reinforced the impression of an older man. A few large. Glancing at them from the corners of his eyes. What the fuck was wrong with Silva‟s uncle? And how bad was it that no one was still saying a damn word. nothing unusual about that. and a few of the guards. The tables were filled with polished silver and…was that actual porcelain? He ignored the people. all the family seated at the tables. Not a taunt or a whisper. his uncle. The big bastard in front of them. He‟d been right. Not that impressive physically. That was just fucking unnatural. Men. Bey. including Matvey. they were in a main hall.” Pyotr looked at the tables and they all stood as quickly as possible without looking hurried and left. youths and children. one on each shoulder. but it was the odd slackness to one side of his mouth that brought attention to it. very bad feeling. A number of men and women both wore thin shifting veils that concealed everything but hopeless eyes. When the man‟s eyebrows lowered Silva sucked in his breath again. He heard Silva growl. “Leave us. seated on a chair so pretentious with gilt and carvings that it could almost be called a throne? A young page stood on either side. It was obviously a large family dinner. The others in the room. a very few women. “Uncle. and all were expensively dressed with richer. His knees were already beginning to take on sharp points of pain where they pressed against the floor. Bey tried to keep his features blank. After mere minutes. A few of the younger ones whined about still being hungry and were quickly shushed on the way out the door. Brilliant tapestries over the walls would have kept out the chill. with silver and gold embroidery on the cuffs of tunics and pants. The hood was pulled off.” Matvey puffed out his chest.Bey cursed as he was shoved down to his knees. Not even the children made a sound. His voice flattened. even though the silver hair that all Silva‟s people had made it hard to tell. They didn‟t matter yet. and Bey turned to follow his gaze. but he had that look of someone who knew he could say „die‟ and someone would make it happen. Pyotr turned his glare on his son as soon as the door to the great hall closed. Their stares gave him a very. “He‟s still searching for them. polished wooden tables filled the empty space. hitting the ground at nearly the same moment. heavier fabrics in the same style as Silva‟s family.” Pyotr smiled slowly with just one side of his face before frowning again. He glanced around quickly. “Where‟s Anatoli? He was supposed to retrieve Valeri‟s sons. didn‟t make a sound. “Father?” Silva whispered. Two sets of hands held him down. Bey wasn‟t sure what had startled him. Heavy beard. But the man smelled of control. I had no . trying to ignore the two men holding him on his knees. the only people left in the room were Silva. taking the children away with them. unable to see for a critical moment. his eyes wide. It was eerie. He flicked a glance at the tables beside him. They were moving so fast. Bey squinted in the light. and then the blur in front of him cleared.
“They‟ll have Vasha soon!” Matvey insisted. “Why have you brought me a southerner?” Matvey stuttered. “If you‟d had even half the brains of Anatoli. They would have escaped…” “Where‟s Vasha?” Matvey hesitated. Waiting for Anatoli would have lost us the chance to take them. Bey tensed his body to try and wrestle free of the men. Bey clenched his fists. to capture Vasha and Silva. “Eavesdropping again? I thought I‟d whipped that bad habit out of you already. Matvey?” “I happened to… That is. “He hasn‟t been found yet. I‟m sure they‟ll-” “So not only did you disobey me by not informing your brother when Vasha entered the lower territories. His father continued in his smooth.” The older man didn‟t look impressed.” “And how would you know what I wanted. He had to get Silva out of here now. soft voice. but you left before you‟d even insured that we had both Vasha and Silva?” The old man‟s voice was softer than before. “I. even if he was half-sure it wouldn't result in anything but his own death. because if he did. we‟d have Vasha already!” Pyotr dismissed his son with a contemptuous flick. But half my men stayed behind to make sure he was found while we retrieved Silva. Even Bey shivered.choice but to attack Vasha‟s camp when we saw them coming North. “I had to. his pupils mere pinpricks. “You disobeyed my orders?” he asked with a deadly soft tone. He took a step towards his father and flinched back as the man roared at him. Anatoli didn‟t speak to you of this. He glanced at Silva and his pulse began to beat heavily at his throat.You wanted Silva‟s husband. he would have told you . Now he could see why Silva had wanted them out of here before they ever saw this snake.” Pyotr shook his head.” Matvey paled almost as white as Silva. He returned Bey‟s glance and seemed to grow even paler. when Pyotr looked at him. staring at him with a strangely satisfied gleam in his eyes. and Silva‟s bride. Silva was paler than snow. Anatoli told me what you wished. and Matvey‟s chest deflated. you‟d learn to lie better. So I captured Valeri‟s son. “If Anatoli had been in charge of the raid as he should have been. Matvey shifted uneasily. He turned his attention to Silva. He licked his lips nervously. I‟m the one who‟s avenged Ivann and Yegor.
” Matvey swallowed hard. Bey struggled wildly against the bodies pinning him down. Zhenya? He was one of Pyotr‟s sons too? . He stood up slowly. Someone so…young…can hardly be blamed for the flaws of his guardian.” “You‟re out of your mind if you think I‟ll go along with this. Very self-sacrificing of my son.” Silva hissed. and Bey prepared himself. simply to protect him from his own father. looking confused. still pale despite the vivid red welt against his cheek. “Not yet. father. Anyone would understand our desire to help our own blood once he‟s come to us. isn‟t it? The perfect way to ensure Valeri loses any right to demand your return. “You‟re too young to know what you need.” Pyotr finally looked at Bey. And the prince will make sure that we have the proper means to aid you. Pyotr smiled and hit him again. “Valeri has treated Silva shamefully.” The man speaking stepped from behind Bey. “We‟re…protecting Silva?” “Of course. How else can we protect my dear. unable to break free and beat the fucker unconscious. when he grants permission for Matvey here to make you his bride. Pyotr smiled benignly and hit him so hard in the face that Silva spat blood onto the floor.that I wanted Vasha. Silva‟s uncle barely spared him a glance. making his halting way off the throne and onto the reeded floor with his pages following behind like frightened shadows. “I‟m sure the prince will agree.” A familiar high tenor answered. begging for sanctuary.” “I wouldn‟t beg you for a scrap of bread. under-aged nephew from harm?” Silva tensed. and then letting him run off to the South to be taken advantage of by some amoral southerner.” Silva spat. going so far to do our duty by my nephew. He looked almost as shocked as Silva.” “I‟m no bride. He glanced at Silva and back at his father. “But. Just in case.” A hand reached out and stroked over Silva‟s cheek. “Of course. Brides are not to speak unless given permission. and hit the ground when the men around him leapt for him. and I wanted Silva‟s new husband eliminated. waiting until Silva shakily lifted his head back up to glare up at him from the floor. like he might stare at a snail on a piece of rotting garbage.” Silva spat. “You‟ll find we‟re very traditional here.” Pyotr murmured. once he receives my letter expressing our deepest concern for Silva‟s welfare. father-” “I told you I had your bride chosen. “Toss him over the falls. pinning him to the floor. He wouldn‟t go down without a hell of a nasty fight. This will put us in favor with the prince. Silva yanked his face away and glared. I need it to look like a natural drowning. Matvey licked his lips again. and Silva. It‟s obvious Silva is in need of protection. nephew. Bey erupted furiously. trying to force him into such an early marriage. his only thought to tear out the bastard‟s throat.
His face was completely blank. Bey turned his neck to scan the wall again. You fucking touch me and I‟ll-” Another of the soldiers holding him slammed down into his back. the falls pouring over the side near the corner. His eyes caught short. guards practicing in the yard. As they managed to get him onto the stairs. Bey pulled desperately and whipped his head up so he could see the walls above them. Zhenya‟s men pulled him out of the great hall and into the courtyard. Silva‟s voice yelling his name echoed behind him. Battling every step. “Leave him be!” Silva started struggling as well. “I‟m going to skin you like a rotten eel and pound your insides to fucking jelly!” Another three men who‟d been standing just outside the doors came up.“You fucking rat bastard. but there were armed men everywhere. the dark void swallowed the wide steps like a gaping pit. every dirty trick he‟d ever learned snapping out at vulnerable toes and groins. You‟ll be the one turning to jelly soon. Zhenya didn‟t even have the grace to look ashamed for having acted like he wasn‟t a complete asshole on the trip here. He deserved a good first impression. The main castle was set up against the back wall with the stairs running in between both like a dark tunnel. Bey could barely breathe as he was wrestled to his feet. knocking the air out of him. The only place there weren‟t guards were the damn stone steps that were getting nearer no matter how hard Bey fought. The main hall looming behind him blocked a good third of it. He thought he heard Silva‟s voice screaming for him one last time just before the door closed behind them. Bey couldn‟t keep away from the stairs leading up to the wall. Bey could see the spray of the waterfall shooting above it. Bey kicked out. The perfect time to get free. wild glimpses of the inner bailey with every jerk forward. “Save your breath. the shade nearly black this late in the day. Bey couldn‟t see the stairs where the shadow cast by the huge building draped over them. Bey nearly puked as one jabbed him in the stomach before he could do anything else. guards hovering along the battlement. and the falls. Backed up against the cliff. Chapter 10 – Dead Bey twisted in between the arms of two guards. right on the man‟s embroidered cuffs. Why were there so few guards on this side? Where were they hiding? Everywhere else had enough guards to fuel a bonfire made of dicks. bride. This one hadn‟t been with them outside the castle. why would they need guards? Who was going to attack them from this side? . The roar of the falls sent his nerves jangling with renewed vigor as it answered the question instantly. none of the guards on the wall likely could. Snapping with his teeth at the man holding his right arm. And if he couldn‟t see into the shadows.” The large bastard smiled with a nasty grin and Bey wished he had puked. Almost no guards there. bucking as he was dragged out of the room. Guards at the portcullis. either. The man started toward a set of stairs leading up the outer wall.
let Zhenya look back at him just like that. thinking Bey was some pathetic May boy who could be subdued that easily. with Bey limp and moaning softly in a way that sounded almost sexual. Zhenya looked back at him from the step above and jerked his head impatiently. held there to face Zhenya as he knelt down and glared at him. His eyes closed to slits where he could gauge how close they were to the shadows where he could lash out. then lashed out again. but he‟d deal with it as soon as he was free. Bey wouldn‟t be subdued if they cut off his testicles. “Cease. Dumb bastard. Bey dragged his feet as though dazed. Missed the knee. Bey would think of something. “We don‟t have time for this!” Zhenya leaned in close. Lashing out with foot at the nearest guard‟s knee. Stumbling. slamming the other bastard into the other wall. so listen well or you‟ll end up at the bottom of the falls. Took them long enough. hand holding tight to the back of Bey‟s head. southerner. he knocked the man against the wall. Another issue to take up with Silva‟s cousin the second he was free. The two guards tightened their grip as Bey sagged. But for now. The red sunset hitting the stairs a few yards above them glittered off gouts of spray from the falls. They were still tied behind him. avoiding the worst of the kick.” he hissed. Get a sword. Lull them a bit. Now. Bastard had twisted. though. Patches of ice smeared over the ridges carved in the steps. Silva would have taken a prisoner out at the first squirm. The guards swore as they slipped on another patch of ice and nearly dropped Bey. The guards‟ grips slipped around his arms. testing the hold on his arms. He‟d just be pissed enough to make sure no one made it out alive. “Shut up and listen if you want to live to see Silva again. and then they were in the shadows between the keep and the wall. Bey shoved himself to the other side. they were in the shadows. left-overs from the spray. Bey was dragged back to his knees by the first guard. wretching. His eyes darted behind them back down into the courtyard for a moment. Another minute.” “Fuck you and the bitch who birthed y-” Zhenya punched him in the gut. “We‟ve got a minute to speak. because Silva was not going to be left alone with his uncle to be married off like some damsel in distress.” . He tried to breathe in through the veil that was picking up droplets of the icy water filling the air. He collapsed as some fucker swept his legs. cut the bonds. barely keeping him reined in. and made them all slip to the side as Bey kicked out. you fuckin-” Bey bit his tongue as Zhenya shook Bey‟s head with a short jerk of his fist. What shit was the silver-haired prick trying to pull now? “Kiss my sexy ass. His knees hit the ground so hard Bey thought for a moment that he‟d cracked his knee cap. Bey exploded.So who was going to stop Bey from getting away from this side? Bey grew more vicious. They responded with a particularly vicious punch to the head and Bey slumped in their arms. nearly catching one man in the balls.
“Got it. anger. All right. Bey wanted to twisted his head and rip out Zhenya‟s wrist like a dog for nearly strangling him.He glanced behind them again and swore. Stand directly on the design before you jump off. You know how well he can see into the shadows. A few seconds. A few seconds might be all he needed. find the section with the same design. buxom farm maid or a silver-haired fanatic with Silva‟s eyes: Bey hated being unable to breathe.” Zhenya released Bey‟s arm into the guard‟s care and put a hand at Bey‟s throat. resolve. Directed his next words to the guards. the roaring water was loud enough that Zhenya had to lean in before Bey could hear what he was saying. “Listen! If you don‟t want to die. bride. Bey took a few seconds. You‟ll have a few seconds of freedom before the bowmen assume you‟re stalling and fill you with steel points. Sanity isn‟t a virtue here. “Look at it! See this design? Memorize it. Didn‟t matter if it was a naked. Zhenya‟s mouth hardly moved as he whispered. The top of the wall is decorated with carvings.” “He is making things more difficult. aiming Bey‟s eyes at the corner of the wall above him where the light shone. where‟s the best place to. The veil loosened a hair. “Listen! We‟re taking you up to the back corner for your execution. you have to open your . like he‟s making things more difficult.” What would he need it for? “Good. then. Bey growled. He tilted his head back and up. The sound of the falls was muted in between the building and the wall.Fuck!” Zhenya wrenched his arm up higher. ” Bey spat at him and Zhenya grabbed his hair again. he wouldn‟t forget it or the bruises he was getting from Zhenya‟s hold. Get the southerner up.” Zhenya was helping him? Bey stared into his face. just above where the falls drop over the edge. The bastard twisted Bey‟s arm a little as he did it. seeing past the blue eyes and silver hair. When you get up on it. Zhenya‟s free hand pointed up to the falls. “I live with in the same house as my father.” the guard muttered. Intensity. “Anton‟s watching. but Bey‟s blood pumped so frantically through his veins that it was like the falls thrummed inside of him. there was just enough room on the wide steps for all of them. the inside of his wrist turned toward Bey.” Zhenya let go of his face and they started up again. nearly bending Bey over. You need to use it. Zhenya dropped back to keep in step. The men around Bey dragged him to his feet. nausea curling around his body. He pulled Bey‟s head back until pains shot from his neck down his spine. Move slowly. “Fucking asshole!” “Quiet! Do not try to escape on your own! Look at my cuff. struggling again. The heavy silver silk made a blockier design. but no deceit. a squared spiral knot rather than the simple whorls on the rest of it. The veil pressed against Bey‟s face and made it harder to breathe.” The inside of Zhenya‟s cuffs had a different embroidery than the rest. “Once I‟m free. They went up another step. With another covert glance behind them. “Are you crazed?” Zhenya growled back. adding to the pain. Even dulled. I always allow prisoners the choice to jump unassisted and retain their honor. Jump? From the wall? His entire body broke out in a sudden sweat.
a few of the forward guards were already highlighted by the sunlight above them. eyes not quite the right shape.blocked ears and listen!” Bey stopped struggling. just long enough for Zhenya to lean in again. . You can‟t see it with the spray. but still. It has a torch and some flints. If there was no other way. at the end of the tunnel. He would do whatever he fucking had to.” Zhenya was earning himself a beating for touching Bey like this. Bey watched the shadows paling as they climbed. he could do it. directly underneath the design that you‟re looking for. It‟ll be slick. Bey was not letting him down again.” Bey stared at him. Jump into the fucking canyon? Back in Varlan. Zhenya spoke rapidly as he glanced above them and yanked sharply at Bey‟s head again. Don‟t deviate. “Don‟t jump far from the wall. because jumping into open space was eating at the edges of his sanity. Make your way along the main tunnel to the area that connects to the castle. Bey tucked away everything that didn‟t make sense and focused on that. face not quite as thin. “Don‟t try to run on your own. If he doesn‟t have someone to help him away from here at that point. Silva needed to be out and safe before anyone had a chance to fuck with him too badly. There was almost always a way. Zhenya had the same hair as Silva. And there might still be a way to get out before they reached the wall. And Bey could hear Silva so clearly. A ledge with a drop that went on forever below it. Now? Gods save him. I‟ll meet you in the area with the fire.” The man still radiated sincerity. He trusted his instincts about people enough to believe that. Bey‟s mouth dried up on him. every movement of his face and body screamed sincerity. looking at him. calculating quickly how far he might be able to run before bowstrings sung after him. I…don‟t know what condition he‟ll be in by the time I can get him out. “There‟s a natural tunnel that goes into the mountain from the ledge. Wait for me. inside the entrance. There was a ledge below the wall that he could get to. I won‟t be able to bring Silva until tomorrow night. Bey could have predicted the date that would happen: when the eternal gardens withered and died. But if there was any other solution that Bey could find when he was up on the wall. There‟s a small bag with travel cakes and water. Some of the smaller tunnels branching off wind around enough that you‟ll never find your way out. but blue and piercing. you‟ll trust me and jump. so for the sake of the moon don’t scrabble around. There‟s a ledge about two men‟s heights below. you‟re going straight to the canyon floor. The same day Bey passed up a blowjob from Silva. Enough time to get some shelter behind the castle? If he could just get his arms free… Zhenya stopped them one last time. You‟ll end in a bloody smear. but it‟s there. Bey stared into Zhenya‟s face and superimposed Silva‟s image on it. I don‟t know if he‟ll make it. but two days? No way that was happening. If you roll off. If you have any love for your husband at all. They got him moving again with little effort. Swallowing. Bey stared up at the cloud of glittering spray above the wall and swallowed the bile creeping up his throat. he was taking it. He could do this. There will be an oiled pouch just to the right.
Bey vomited. They both swore. Bey got a heavy boot near his knee just as they emerged into the light. It would look like they‟d hit his knee directly rather than just below it. . He could have done something else to sell it. There wasn‟t even a parapet aside from the few feet of overlap where Bey was expected to climb up. Was there any other way he could get out of here? Guards lined the side wall. get your pathetic. bows ready. no matter how sincere they were. Reminded Bey of why he didn‟t trust anyone. along with another painful wrench to his arms. Lecher. leaning in to hiss it loudly just loud enough to be heard over the falls. Fucking Zhenya. Bey took a fierce delight in slamming his head into Zhenya‟s face and jabbing a foot down on the nearest guard‟s instep.” Zhenya said suddenly.We need to LEAVE. Bey bared his teeth. Zhenya had that same intensity. just a few more steps. Bey had to get out of this and get Silva‟s pale ass away. A guard stationed on the wall above laughed and made some comment to another man next to him. He yelled out hoarsely. Dragged over. Always. The wall here was many feet thick. You fucking princess. Bey! Bey blinked. with a sheer drop on either side. scoffing at himself. like he knew what was the right thing to do. Zhenya was getting a face full of fist. Zhenya glanced up the stairs and suddenly turned and hit Bey hard in the stomach again. Sometimes. We need a reason it took longer to get out of the shadows. They were almost out of the shade now. It had a wide. cursing at him weakly while the guards carried him over the mess. Zhenya lurching back. flat ledge filling the corner and ran along the side. he used the opportunity to swing his head around and look. and it shook Bey to see it. Stupid ice princess. And then they were at the edge. Trying-to-fuck-a-rabid-bear-with-a-stick not good. Nobody but Silva. the hollow pain in his chest fighting for dominance with the nausea in his gut. He trusted Silva always. The second Bey saw him again. “Struggle. but he couldn‟t shake the feeling of familiarity. Another two were at the corner. Which still hurt like a mule‟s kick. Everyone was watching him. Bey fought like a rabid dog as they walked towards the corner of the wall. Not good. the roar of the falls loud enough to block anything he said. swearing at them all. Really not good. “Anton will be watching. Bey hadn‟t even seen them. but he had full use of his leg. as long as two hay carts. womanly ass up! Don’t you fucking dare die! Bey closed his eyes.” No problem.
trying to look at the stone under his feet and nothing else. and the wall was too icy to successfully climb down. courtyard drop on the other. It was an order and a reminder. The spray spilled over the wall with every gust of wind. Looking at the wide. testing Bey‟s balance. just enough room to take a step from front to back. gouged out of the top of the wall. . but it was still easily deep enough to see. white faced and shaking. It saturated his veil and blinded his eyes until he forced them to ignore the pinpricks of icy water. misty expanse of canyon over the edge of the wall. Just before Silva‟s face had gone slack from his brother‟s magic. but not enough. stray silver hair whipped around his face in the wind. Bey swallowed painfully. even if the guards all politely shot at squirrels rather than filling him full of holes. One sliced through the bindings on his arms. Bey turned. Up on the wall. He was supposed to jump from here? Bey wrenched his head around to look at Zhenya one last time. useless for a few seconds as the guards let go. breathing hard. “Trust Zhenya! He could have simply let you die at the foot of the falls. and then opened his eyes again to look for the next place on the wall to step. getting a face full of silt-laden spray. The design caught his eye next to his right foot. and instead found himself on top. Blue eyes focused on him. if he was going to go. both. The ground was so damned far down he couldn‟t even see it. He couldn‟t move. Bey‟s limbs fell to his sides. He closed his eyes and swayed. He‟d get out of here another way. cursing wildly when the guards lost their patience and shoved him up on top of the wall. Swaying again. falls on one side. They wanted Bey to get up on the damn fucking wall. southerner!” Bey wanted to fling himself back down and take them all with him off the wall. stumbling to the side another few steps before he caught his balance. The canyon loomed. He couldn‟t hear anything but the roaring falls. He had to take a deep breath.Zhenya‟s men pushed him at the wall. How the fuck was he going to do this? He couldn‟t stop himself from struggling. He glanced back at the Zhenya. Zhenya gestured. Bey took a clumsy step to the side. “Jump!” Zhenya yelled. when his blue eyes had been glassy and blank. his head swimming. Bey shuddered. Not going to happen. A knotted square spiral. But the intensity – it was like looking into Silva‟s eyes when he‟d been haranguing Bey to leave. He stared at his toes. One of them wrapped their arm around his neck as they fought and took the opportunity to growl his into his ear. And he couldn‟t see another way off. ice coating the top in the cold. partially obscured by the water. eyes trapped staring at the canyon. There had to be another way. The wind screamed past in a sudden gust and Bey lost his footing. It looked as old as the symbols around it. Zhenya‟s expression was flat and cold. turning in on itself. The height was breath-stealing. There were too many men.
with his ice princess voice turned on full blast. Bey thought that anyone standing on the design would hit it every time they leapt to their „death. But it was easier to hit now. you‟d better not screw me.‟ As long as the ice coating the ledge didn‟t have them slipping off into the abyss. definitely not the damned ledge. only that his body was shivering with fine trembles from the cold rather than fear by the time he could pay attention. He fell for a terrifying. He couldn't see anything. gloved hands at the stone.” he muttered. Bey snarled. “Zhenya. teeth clenched. disorienting second and slammed against stone. His heart was still pounding more loudly in his ears than the heavy thrum of the roaring falls when he finally accepted that he wasn‟t dead. Bey nearly bit his tongue trying not to scream. but someone had widened it out and added masonary around the edges. Zhenya must have helped more than just Bey. grasping with clumsy. But so the hell what? It was always easy to tell a few truths to gain trust. Off the ledge and away from the hideous drop around it. This was not a first time occurrence. Bey thought of Silva. or I‟ll come back and haunt you until you slit your own throat. for once in your stubborn life. one in a thousand might have landed on it. Bey slowly pulled himself back together. Weaker than a starving urchin. Zhenya hadn‟t said anything about what was going to happen after he brought Silva into the caves. Oldest cons in the book always involved a little truth to draw in the guileless. For all Bey knew. He didn‟t breathe easily until he was fully surrounded by the dark. A dark. twisting back to stare over the edge into a solid white wall of white. He gouged a furrow along the inside of his mouth as his face hit the stone and his teeth hit the inside of his cheek. only that he was going to. Using every bit of courage Bey ever had. Just a huge. Slumped against the rough stone of the cave. the well-weathered surface was familiar. Still alive. Bey looked back at the only illumination in the cave: the misty white entrance. rumbling water. he crawled there. His knees almost collapsed. obviously. jagged hole was to his left.and he was never going to mention that fact to anyone. turned a golden color now with the sunset. clinging to the ledge with his fingers and toes. right next to the waterfall as it was. Bey couldn't even imagine how you would keep it dry enough for that to work. everyone and their mother knew that. He‟d been right: Zhenya hadn‟t lied. Truth didn‟t mean trust should be given. Bey spread out. plus some he felt that he must be borrowing from some benevolent god. terrified he was going to roll off one way or another.Please. Before. just trust me. After all. The question was. it was a pretty sure bet to catch any jumpers. At least not to Bey. Zhenya had a nice little slaving trade . …just trust me. Now. ever .Bey let his eyes adjust to his surroundings. He didn‟t know how long it took him. in the wall. why? Shivering . He could see that it had been a natural ledge at one time. he jumped. formless void covered by rushing tons of water spraying into the air.
leaving the uneven edges of the cavern to take . More than once there‟d only been a guard or two on Silva. Heights were plenty for one man to deal with. his mind ran in complicated circles. with the deep woods right next to them. It was just getting a bit tight for comfort. there were a lot of small paths and passageways leading out. He had to walk in a crouch at one point to get through.going on here with all the warm bodies who was supposed to be executed. and after far too long. The torch cast shadows that flickered in and out of the passageways leading off to the sides. There shouldn‟t have been any issues with overtaking a guard and helping Bey and Silva get away. then finding a way out of this ill-begotten cesspit. He lit the torch and headed into the blackness.” he muttered. Bey retraced his steps and started making his way into the tunnel again. Silva would understand. Bey banged his head on the stone ceiling and saw stars for a moment. Then they could get out of here. crudely chipping away the surrounding rock. leaving the natural cave behind. he‟d find out where Silva was. Two of the men who‟d dragged Bey up onto the wall had been with them the entire way. leaving the falls behind. ducking to avoid another concussion from a hanging spike of rock. He was getting Silva as soon as the castle slept. when the darkness was fuller. Bey made his way forward carefully. when it was ten times harder to get out? Didn‟t make any sense at all. stone blocks replaced the irregular smoothness of the floor. Zhenya would have had help with any rescue efforts he‟d decided on. The most difficult part would be finding Silva. sealed against the water and easy to light with the flint. Bey could see a set up like that without too much effort. Yes. Shit. Get a little trust and then make a little profit. Bey thought there was a good chance he could sneak through the castle without getting caught. he‟d feel much better with someone to beat on until he could leave. and that had Bey‟s hackles bristling high. So why the hell do it now. What was Zhenya‟s angle? Bey didn‟t believe for a minute that it was Bey and Silva‟s welfare. Whether Bey had to torture the first guard he saw or follow one around like a sex-starved puppy. Marks from man-made tools gouged the walls now. he could have let them go any time on the journey here. With his hood up and his veil concealing his features. “Glad I‟m not afraid of small spaces. paying more attention this time. Matvey hadn‟t kept them apart and in the middle of the camp like Vasha had. but none of them were as broad as the one he was on. Bey could hear his own footsteps echo strangely. whatever Zhenya thought was going to happen. If he‟d been all that concerned for their safety. The entire top of the cave was getting lower the farther he went. was he still going on the right path? Cursing under his breath. giving the false impression of another set of feet. He would have been happier if someone else had been there. following in the darkness. The blocks went up to the edges and then stopped. Neither of them could simply sit and wait for someone to save their asses from the fire. The tunnel opened back up quickly. As Bey found the small cache of torches Zhenya had told him about.
The fireplace set into the side wall opposite the cot had a tidy fire burning already with a supply of wood in the wood bin that would last for nearly a week. Bey would find him. Bey didn‟t doubt there would be something. If Zhenya tried to betray them. and life too uncaring. Bey sat down and ate a bite of food. or they were found out before they could get out of the castle.over again in each side-passage. Or lotion. as promised. It was all tightly fitted blocks of stone. Creeping up on it. Bey snarled. A sconce in the wall waited to accept Bey‟s torch. There was a door on the far end. this might not be a bad place to hole up for a while. Anything slippery and wet that Bey could use to sink into Silva‟s body and let them both forget all this shit. would be better. It might be worth exploring. they‟d get him through it. get warm. Bey shoved the door open all the way. There was a solid door. and get Silva as soon as he could. Never going to happen. Knowing your enemies had died. But as much as Silva teased him about jumping into the fray. He needed to keep up his strength. He needed night time. Wait until dark. for a little while. feeling a small eddy of air cooling the bare skin around his eyes. and wondered if any of the openings led outside too. But Silva was strong. for Silva to come through this unscathed. Pyotr was too vicious. And Silva…. The room was tiny. punching out . with most people sleeping. Bey could barely stop himself from heading out to find him immediately. They needed this. Turning a sharp corner in the passage. While Pyotr and that slug Matvey were doing who-knew-what to Silva. All Bey had to do was wait. ignoring his nausea and the complete lack of interest in consuming anything at all. and died badly. Bey would need to get some extra food and hide it somewhere safe in here. a simple cot to the side with a crude table next to it. He thought of Silva. was a good way to get through the pain. torch held in his hand so he could use it as a weapon if he had to. Yeah. and Bey was going to utterly destroy everyone who had any part in hurting him. Not to mention the dim torchlight to help conceal his identity until he could get close enough to the people who weren‟t sleeping. and some damn blankets. He shivered again. he wasn‟t suicidal. No one was there. Bey shivered. smaller than Silva and Bey‟s quarters in Varlan. and offer to bend over for the entire guardhouse while he was waiting. very very carefully. and whatever had happened to him. Yeah. Waiting. opened already. And an oil. And then he could hurt them. and a small bit of food and a jug of water. leading into a small room that had nothing left of the original cave. It had been over two weeks since Bey had been inside of anything other than his own hand. Bey examined where it finally ended. no matter how long that took.
in this ridiculous little room. stupidly enough. He stood near the fire. Certainly better to have an escape route rather than wait for Zhenya like a plump partridge in a cage. And then once night had completely fallen. He would need to be at the falls entrance to see the flow of daylight.” he growled. He couldn‟t. one scenario after another. Bey didn‟t work that way. He always fought. Silva stripped and bound. no matter how often Bey had tried to pound that point into his head. Matvey forcing himself on him over and over and“Fucking son of a bitch!” He hit at the wall again. just thinking about everything that might be done to . The pain made him feel connected to Silva. he was going for Silva. Silva didn‟t understand that moment where you gave up and gave in. But he also knew with Silva thinking Bey had been killed. He just hoped Silva kept his head so he wasn‟t too damaged. There were points in life where you ate your principles and did whatever the fuck you had to in order to survive another minute. So. he couldn‟t tell when the sun set. unmolested. princess. With firelight as his only illumination in the room. Silva trying to escape and dragged back to be whipped. breathing raggedly. Bey would make plans. Bey clamped down on the fear that thought sent flying through him. and found the person who‟d knocked you flat and gutted them in their sleep. he might hope that Zhenya was as much on their side as he seemed. “I‟ll make sure they all suffer.at the wall. if the bastard didn‟t try to intervene with anything done to Silva. He couldn‟t get Silva now. Bey hated thinking about Silva being tortured or raped so much he still wanted to pound the wall until his hands were jelly. There was no way Zhenya would make Bey believe that he couldn‟t keep Silva whole. was agony. As soon as he was warm enough to be safe. Dyring off could wait until later. And he needed to explore. Silva had never agreed with Bey that there came a time and place where he needed to buckle under and take the hit sometimes. One of the few things Bey had total faith in was that people could come up with a thousand reasons to tap into the worst parts of themselves. Just don‟t fucking give up. chugging a good portion of the water. but that didn‟t make it untrue. Bey looked at the blood on his knuckles and hit again. “All you have to do is survive the day. at the very least. But letting Silva suffer while he waited. Silva screaming as they sliced the bottom of his feet to keep him from running. Even Zhenya. And then you crawled up off your belly. Better if he found a few good hidey holes before he searched for Silva. Bey finished off the food quickly. he wrapped himself back up like a package in his gloves and coat. licked you wounds. where Zhenya couldn‟t find it. Vision of Silva ran through his head. He never understood that. he wouldn‟t rest until Pyotr and Zhenya were dead. plucked his torch out of the sconce. He‟d hide the remaining water. if he really wanted to. and started back to the cliffside. The pain helped him think. If he were Silva.” Bey gave in and slammed his fist into the wall one more time. gloves off and coat unbuttoned to help him warm up. There was no way he could do it right now and not get caught.
Bey had always admired that a little bit. They just didn‟t know it yet. In all the time Bey had known him. But thinking of that shine rusting away underneath all of Pyotr‟s cruelty? Bey couldn‟t allow that. . there was something about Silva that never tarnished.Silva. As much as it drove him crazy. He fucking couldn‟t. they were corpses. If Pyotr and Matvey hurt Silva at all.
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