Characters and locations are not mine…
Set during Arslan’s campaign to retake Pulsar.
Implied yaoi, I guess.
Almost night…
The battle had gone as planned, if the contented smile of the Prince’s strategist was anything to go by. The soldiers on guard duty watched with varying looks, ranging from amused to appalled as Narsus made his way through the camp, smiling his most contented and undeniably evil smile. It was disconcerting at best and even Alfreedo seemed to be keeping out of the strategist’s way at the moment. Narsus didn’t care, he’d spent years being watched suspiciously by others, so it really didn’t bother him now. Ignoring them all, he slipped away from the camp, heading off through the trees close by, in the direction of a nearby lake.
From the Prince’s side, Daryoon watched Narsus depart the camp, his mind readily supplying various images of his lover naked in the moonlight. It took him several second to realise that that Prince was talking to him.
“Daryoon?” Arslan, was smiling slightly.
“Highness?”
“You’ve already done enough today.” The Prince said, referring to the battle “Why don’t you rest now?”
“Highness…” Daryoon began, then realised that Arslan had said ‘rest’ in a way that implied that he though his General would be doing nothing of the sort. Since when did Arslan know anything about sexual innuendo? Daryoon nodded to the Prince’s suggestion and set of in the direction that Narsus had gone, wondering if he might have to have serious words with his lover about Arslan’s supposed education.
Approaching the large fire where Pharangase and Gieve already sat, Arslan smiled serenely. The Priestess nodded at his approach and even Gieve seemed to regard the Prince with further scrutiny that before. Arslan hoped that it meant that they too though he was growing up.
Moving through the trees with surprisingly more grace that would be expected from an armoured individual, Daryoon, listened to the sounds around him. He could hear the usual sounds of the forest, animals moving about, leaves rustling, nothing out of the ordinary. He paused, wondering, of course that only confirmed that Narsus was obsessively bathing again. Or at least washing his hair. Daryoon smiled at that. His lover’s single, greatest vanity, his hair. How Narsus had survived any military campaigns under Andragoras, Daryoon didn’t know, he couldn’t imagine the ever-angry King indulging his strategist’s fussing. There was a sudden splash in the distance. Daryoon headed towards the sound.
Swimming through the deeper water, closer to the centre of the lake, Narsus surfaced, feeling the tingling sensation of cool air against his skin. He sighed, feeling the tension in his body dissipate. The combination of cool air and water eased his aching limbs. Narsus slid a hand beneath the surface of the water to rub the bruise on his thigh, even that didn’t hurt any more. He really ought to tell Daryoon to be more gentle, Narsus smiled, but he didn’t want to. Truthfully, he didn’t mind the odd bruise from an ungentle lover and even rarer still, the uncommon bite marks. Besides, Daryoon knew that if he was ever too rough, he risked having his own flesh punctured by sharp nails in retaliation. There was a sound from the edge of the lake and Narsus turned to regard the dark figure, like a patch of blackness in shadows.
Watching as Narsus began to swim lazily back to the shore, Daryoon moved to sit on the grass to wait. He really needed to talk to Narsus about Arslan’s education, needed to remind him that Arslan, no matter how precocious, was still a child… Daryoon’s train of though was abruptly cut off as Narsus pulled himself out of the water, long limbs stretching, dripping with moonlight. Daryoon reached out, pulling his lover down beside him, onto the cloak he’d laid out earlier.
It wasn’t long before soft kisses became urgent, and tender caresses were exchanged for almost brutal force. In the soft limbs beneath him, Daryoon found no resistance, not this time, nor any time before.
Despite the calloused hands holding him still, the sharp edges of armour digging into his flesh, the only sounds elicited were small cries of pleasure…
And after, when Daryoon lay on his back, his sleeping lover cradled close, he stared up at the stars in wonderment. It dawned on him then, that when Narsus surrendered, he did so completely… or not at all.
“Daryoon.” Narsus stired.
“Yes, love?”
“I’m going to have to find the healer when we get back to camp, you realise.”
“Huh?” Daryoon’s grogginess served to buffer his subconscious conclusion that perhaps he had indeed been too rough.
“You bit me again.” Narsus sounded a little indignant.
“Oh.”
“Not that I mind or anything. It’s just getting a little annoying having to avoid explaining to the Prince why I have a perfect set of teeth-marks on my neck.”
“You could always tell him.”
“Daryoon! A child does not need to know about you and your… your fetishes!”
“Oh, then I’m glad we agree.”
Narsus sat up and regarded him with an amused smile. “I’m sorry. We seem to be having two entirely different conversations.” And with that headed back into the water.
Daryoon propped himself up on one elbow to watch. At least he didn’t have to worry about Arslan’s innocence being spoilt just yet.
Wow, does this constitute a PWP?
It all started with the suggestion of Glorfindel watching Elrond bathe in the moonlight, way, way back during the first war with Saron… Then it dawned on me that Glorfindel might have still been dead at the time…
Well, then…
Narsus (21/1/02)