Enabling

Albel had been instructed to remain in the tent while Vox went in search of their fellow captain. The boy had protested for a moment, but the duke had left before the words had escaped his mouth. With little else to do then, Albel sat on the man’s cot and went over war plans and maps. There was an anxious thrumming in his chest, a result likely from the sudden rushing of blood in his veins. Woltar had caught them. Had anyone else? He knew that he tended to be loud during the throes of sex; had someone heard him, even with Vox’s hand over his mouth?

~~ While Albel was busy sorting through his mind, Vox was stalking the crowded paths of the camp in search of the count. The men cast him frightened looks, but there did not seem to be any accusation in the looks. It appeared that no one had heard, but he would do a deeper investigation later, after speaking with Woltar. The original plan to interrogate the men would take far too much time and the count would need to be dealt with that evening. Perhaps the old man would provide some information as well, like if he had seen anyone eavesdropping.

It took a great while, but Vox was finally able to track the elderly man down. Woltar had sequestered himself away in a small tent on the outskirts of camp, by the forest that was sheltering their back. A lone guard stood by the entrance. The soldier had tried to stop Vox from entering, but the duke sent him flying to the ground and walked into the tent.

Woltar did not lift his head from the documents he had unfolded upon his lap. “Can I help you?”

“I think we need to discuss what you have seen.”

“I’d rather not dredge up the memory. I feel it will forever be burned into my mind.”

“He is not a child. You should stop treating him as one.”

The count’s eyes stilled, becoming fixed on a dot of ink on the paper he had been skimming. He sighed and looked at the other man. “I know very well that Albel is not a child. It is not my fatherly nature that was bothered by the sight of him lying naked in a puddle of semen. Albel is old enough to marry who he will and have sex with who he will. I was merely astounded by the sheer stupidity the two of you displayed with that little stunt.”

Vox looked at the count coldly, his normal frown in his lips. “For certain it was not the wisest move we have ever made—”

“That is very certain.”

“But I did not come here to comfort you or apologize. I could care less if your heart stopped because of what you saw or whether you were crying your old heart out because you finally realized that Albel has found someone that is not you in whom he can trust. I came to ask whether you saw anyone loitering near the tent at the time you arrived. Did anyone seem to have heard?”

Woltar tried to glare, but his muscles could not successfully form the expression. “That is something you will have to discover on your own. Clean up your own messes. Now I have work to do while you two play about.”

The old man returned to his papers. For a moment Vox stood and stared at the bent form before him. His nostrils flared with indignity. He would have liked to stride over and cuff the old bastard upside the head, but the action probably would have put the count into comatose. It also would not have been the most civil thing to do. He left then, turning on his heel and going to speak to all of the soldiers whose tents happened to be close to the captains’ tent.


~~~ It was hours later that the duke returned to the tent. Albel had abandoned his attempts to work and had since fallen asleep in his husband’s bed. The boy was shaken awake.

It took a moment for the youth to sit up and shake the dregs of sleep from his mind, but when he had, he fixed Vox with an intense stare. “Well?”

“I’ve talked to a good many men, but there are still more I will need to speak with. It wouldn’t due to speak to them all tonight; it would only raise suspicion. I’ve set a man or two whom I trust to keep their ears open.”

Albel narrowed his eyes. “And what did you tell those men? Surely you did not tell them the truth?”

“Of course not.” Vox grinned. “I told them that I had beaten you and I did not want any of the other soldiers to find out, lest a charge be brought against me. If they did hear the men discuss any strange sounds they heard my men were to say that we were setting bones and stitching wounds.”

The boy snorted. “My, that sounds so believable. You should have just went out and boasted that you had beaten me like a savage. It would seem very in your nature.”

“Psychology, Albel. Of course my men are going to tell the others that I had beaten you. My men despise me just as yours do you. They are itching to find a reason to dismiss me and the thought that I could be dismissed for beating a fellow captain is much too good an opportunity for them to pass up. These men I picked to be my spies happen to be two of my most fervent haters. I have planted in all of the other men’s heads the seed that something had gone on between you and I and those two idiots will help that seed to grow into a story about how I beat you.”

A loud laugh exploded from the young captain’s mouth. “You DO have a brain!” He exclaimed with something akin to glee.

Vox lunged forward and covered the boy’s mouth, reaching an arm out and crushing the smaller body against him. Albel let out an appreciative growl and ranked his nails down the man’s back.

“Oh my, and here I thought it was safe to return to the tent because I thought you had learned your lesson about playing while in the field.”

The kiss ended abruptly and the two turned to look at Woltar. The old man had a look of exasperation and mild disgust painted on his face.

“I hadn’t expected you to return until much later, possibly even tomorrow evening.” Vox said coolly.

“This is my tent as well, is it not?” Woltar asked, stepping in and seating himself on his cot.

Albel sighed in aggravation, pulling himself free of the man and going to his own cot. He turned over and gave the two men his back. As the young captain attempted to sleep he listened to the soft sounds of Vox and Woltar speaking. Woltar was scolding them for their reckless behavior. Vox was telling the count to shove it and mind his own business.

~~~ Albel slept through whatever argument the two men had. He had had quite enough excitement that evening and he had to return to the front lines early the next morning. The fighting helped him take his mind off of the situation back at camp. There was no room to think of anything BUT hacking through his enemies and surviving.

When he returned at night, however, there was a tense silence hanging in the shared tent. Albel had walked in and tried to go to his bunk, but as he passed Vox grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down. The duke was openly glaring at Woltar and the count was returning the expression. Keeping the boy by his side was Vox’s way of irritating the aged man.

As much as he did not want to be a part of the battle going on between the two men, Albel remained seated for some time. He would risk offending his husband if he did not stay. They had all sat in silence for several minutes, staring intently at one another, before the young captain stood.

Vox looked up at him. “Going somewhere?”

“To my bunk, I want no part of this spat you two are in.”

“You belong to me, you should demonstrate your loyalty.”

The boy’s eyes narrowed angrily. “First of all, I do not belong you. I belong to myself and lend you my body every now and then. Secondly, I had considered the thought that I should show you loyalty, but I owe both of you loyalty. Besides, I could care less about you and your battles.”

The duke snarled. “You are my spouse and you should be loyal to no one but me.”

Albel laughed loudly, settling himself onto his cot and stretching out. His muscles ached from fighting so long and he had no interest in fighting any more battles, be them physical or verbal.

“You’ve put him to sleep.” Woltar said moments later as he watched the slow rise and fall of the boy’s chest.

Vox glared at the old man and then at his spouse’s sleeping form. He would have words with Albel at some point, but he would let the boy rest for the time being. The battle would be ending within the next few days and they would all need to be well rested.

Before he turned away to find sleep for himself, Woltar eyed the Duke coldly. “I tell you only for Albel’s sake: there was no one outside of the tent the other evening. The men had seen how angry the two of you were and shied away. Goodnight.”

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~ It had been a long, grueling battle, but Airyglyph had finally regained their lost territory. The call had just gone up on the opposing side to retreat and the Aquarians were slowly vacating the battlefield. The Black Brigade and Storm Brigade had paused in their pursuits but the members of the Dragon Brigade were still flying about, ensuring that the enemies were truly leaving.

The celebration at the camp that evening was raging There was hardly a sober man, aside from the men assigned to keep watch over the frontlines and guard the camp entrances. Woltar, old prude that he was, refrained from drinking, instead spending his time writing up a focused report on the day’s success.

During the wee hours of the morning, the other two captains stumbled into the tent. Woltar had long since retired, but the noise woke him. He heard the two stumble about and then the creak of a cot. The count grimaced when he heard what sounded like a soft groan. For a moment he debated on revealing that he was awake, but he doubted that the two were sober enough to truly care. He put his pillow over his head to drown out any sounds that might come.

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Albel had downed drink after drink that evening. A royal messenger had come back with a decree that the battle was officially over, so the captains were free to drink the night away. Vox had been feeding him shot after shot of some homemade brew one of the soldiers had. It was potent and did its job well.

The duke himself was not so drunk. He was a bit tipsy, but he had experience drinking so much and with victory parties. The next morning a large part of the military would march back home, the captains included. The rest would remain to protect the recently won land.

The man had guided the young captain back to their tent when it became obvious that the boy was too smashed to navigate the paths himself. Vox did not trust the more lecherous of the men to keep their paws to themselves. They were stupid and alcohol made people act even stupider.

Almost as soon as they had entered the tent they were in bed. Albel tasted like alcohol, but Vox hardly cared. He wouldn’t dare do much that evening, not with the boy’s ancient guardian sleeping mere feet away, but Albel’s sudden passiveness was too great an opportunity to give up.

The duke turned his young spouse over so that the boy’s back was pressed against his chest. He put his hand to the boy’s mouth, going the cautious route and keeping the noise to a minimum. Albel’s body was radiating heat against him as Vox gently ran his hand down the boy’s stomach and slipped under the sarong.

There was a slight jerking from the small body as the man’s rough fingers curled around an awakening cock. Vox kissed the side of the youth’s neck, stroking the boy several times before sliding his hand across the boy’s hip.

They had used the phial of lubricant that Albel had kept on his person for such occasions; Vox would have to improvise. He removed his other hand from the young captain’s mouth.

“Albel,” he whispered, sticking fingers near the boy’s lips, “suck on my fingers.”

Albel was all too willing to oblige. He took the fingers into his mouth, sucking gently on the tips and then taking them in further. Vox quivered in pleasure at the feel of the warm suction. He spent a moment working his digits in and out of the boy’s mouth; he would have liked to spend much more time playing with his dear spouse, but his cock was far too hard to ignore much longer.

Using his saliva slicked fingers, Vox circled Albel’s tight entrance and then pushed a digit in. There was another jerk from the body pressed against him.

“Be still” He whispered against the youth’s ear as he thrust his finger deep into the boy’s body.

Albel moaned against the hand that had been placed over his mouth once more. Another finger was pushed into him, probing for his core. The fingers curled against his insides, stroking his inner walls and exploring, desperately searching for his prostate. When the man at last found it Albel bit down on the hand over his mouth.

The duke choked back a harsh laugh at the teeth that had sunken into his flesh. He had found what he was looking for. Vox buried his face into the crook of his spouse’s neck, returning the bite, and mercilessly stroking he boy’s sweet spot.

When he had thoroughly worked Albel into a writhing, wet, lustful state, the man removed his fingers and pulled his cock free of his pants and rubbed the tip against the boy’s stretched entrance.

Vox clamped his hand down on Albel’s mouth as he pushed in, afraid of the noise the boy might make in his drunken state. He worked himself into the tight passage with slow thrusts. More than anything, the man would have liked to seat himself with a single, powerful thrust, but that would have certainly drawn sound from the Albel’s lips, muffled or not.

“You’re so tight, Albel.” He kissed the boy’s neck again “It drives me mad.”

Albel moaned a response, wriggling helplessly in the duke’s arms. The young captain pushed back, fumbling to wrap his fingers about the strong arms that held him captive.

It had not been his intention to penetrate the boy with his cock, but Albel was far too docile that evening; Vox had to make use of his spouse. Fucking Albel was not as easy as he had hoped, but once he was inside of the boy the process became much simpler. He rolled his hips into the boy repeatedly, milking the pleasure from the small body pressed tightly against him.

After he had found his own pleasure, Vox wrapped his strong fingers around the youth’s throbbing member and finished him off. He shook the boy’s semen from his fingers and wrapped his limbs around Albel. There was a vague protest from the drunken captain at being pulled so close, but the man ignored it, scoffing quietly that even when intoxicated Albel retained his obstinate personality.

~~ There was a haze in Albel’s eyes and a constant twitch of his eyebrow the next morning that hinted that perhaps the boy had drank just a bit too much the previous night. Vox chuckled to himself as he saddled his dragon.

“You should ride in with us.” Woltar said to the man.

“I will,” Vox replied, patting his beast’s snout, “but not until we are much closer to the city. The old boy needs exercise.”

“Yes, be sure to give your dragon some exercise as well, though he isn’t nearly as old as you are.”

Under normal circumstances, the duke would have made a whitty rebuttal to his dear spouse’s tart remark, but he was in a good mood. Pulverizing the Aquarians and reclaiming land that was rightfully Airyglyph’s made him quite happy. Even Albel’s snide comments could not bother him.

“Enjoy your ride, brat.” Vox said as he mounted his dragon and took off.

Albel scowled as his hair and clothing were stirred by the massive just of wind from the dragon’s wings. How could that bastard be so happy? That was not a trait he was used to seeing in his husband and he was rather comfortable not knowing that the mean even knew what happiness was.

“Come, Albel,” Woltar interrupted his thoughts, “We have a long ride to the city and we should start now.”

The young captain nodded, running his hand over his lum’s thick mane. For a brief moment he did not wish to return to the city. He knew that Vox would be waiting for them to catch up with him and once they were alone that evening…well, there was no limit to the creative and perverted ideas in that man’s skull.

“I will have to enjoy the solitude while I can” Albel thought as he swung his leg over his lum. “There will be no peace the evening to come.”

~END

And there, finally another update. I was simply not feeling it this chapter. And after two hell weeks of finishing projects and writing goddamn papers I had developed writing aversion. But the future looks bright. So…go and review anons!