Enabling

Darktolight: I just say anonymous because I’ve grown kind of fond of the term. You said you may write a story a bit ago…what about?

Anon2: I guess everyone agrees then that Albel is an ungrateful brat. It IS his job though. And we love him for it.

~~~After long, grueling, hellish battles, there was nothing better than a victory ride into a city to lift a soldier’s spirits. Throngs of people abandoned their houses and flooded the streets to flock around the passing lums and soldiers. Three lines of foot soldiers went first into the city, guards to the captains who were at the front of the returning soldiers. Albel and Woltar rode through Kirlsa alone and were joined by the duke as they approached the royal city of Airyglyph.

The cheering from the people in the royal city was deafening. There were shouts of ‘glory to Airyglyph’ and cries of glee from woman as their husbands and brothers and fathers returned. Albel kept an impressively passive face as the happy celebrations took place around him; he did not betray his elation that he was at home and would be resting soon. They rode up to the castle and stopped at the steps. Arzei stood there, flanked by several soldiers; a royal welcoming.

A silence fell over the people as the king greeted the soldiers and welcomed them home. He then invited the captains in to join him in a celebratory meal, which was really just a rouse to get them into the castle to discuss the battle. A decent meal might be provided after the many hours of conversation; if they weren’t too tired to eat.

~~~~As soon as the meeting started Albel’s attention wandered. Several times he was asked for his input and he would just shrug or repeat whatever the last speaker had said. Eventually the others gave up on trying to get him to participate; Arzei would get his opinion when he wrote up his report.

~~~~~They had missed having a hot meal of variety. Eating nothing but bread and beans and water had grown tiring; to have meat and fruits and vegetables and juices and wine was a great treat. Vox leaned back in his chair and watched Albel drink the wine. The boy was savoring the drink as well as the seasoned meat and juice-softened vegetables. The man had to admit that he had also missed the higher level of cuisine.

“You should eat more, Albel” The duke broke the comfortable silence, “you’re far too skinny. It isn’t healthy.”

The boy narrowed his eyes and chose not to respond.

Arzei smiled from his seat. “Now that the battle is over, Albel, will you be retiring to Kirlsa for a brief while?”

“No, he will not.” Vox answered before the youngest captain could even open his mouth to respond. “We will spend the night in my quarters here in the castle, then we will go to my quarters in the city.”

“Maybe I don’t want to stay with you. Four weeks was enough.” The youth growled.

“Nonsense,” Vox sipped his wine, “you’re just tired.”

“Like you have a right to tell me what I feel. Even if I am tired, it’d be no concern of yours.”

“You’re so quarrelsome. Just shut your mouth and be content, brat.”

The two bickered back and forth for a bit more. Woltar glanced between his fellow captains before looking to Arzei. The king looked a bit uncomfortable.

Woltar raised his voice above the din of the arguing. “My, you two already fight like an old married couple. You are quite a match.”

The old man’s words put an end to the argument. Albel turned his face away from the duke, scowling angrily at nothing. He hated being reminded that he was married to the pompous prick. His feelings towards the man went up and down; perhaps because they were not in a real relationship. They both used one another; Albel used Vox to gain a royal title for his children and Vox used him for sex. They both enjoyed the sex, but the boy got the impression that Vox enjoyed it much more than he did.

Still…there were moments where the man seemed to care. It gave Albel pause. His own emotions gave him pause. Every now and then he felt more than just attractment to Vox. Two years into their marriage and still he was having the same issues over whether or not he loved the man. How he hated Vox for creating such confusion within him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just as the duke dictated, as soon as the meal had settled and evening tea had been drank, Albel was lead to his husband’s quarters in the castle. He paused after crossing the threshold, looking about curiously. The quarters that were in the castle were for whomever was captain of the dragon brigade at a specific point in time. Though Vox was the captain then, years ago Glou had been the captain. Albel had been in those quarters several times.

Perhaps because of the untimely death of his wife, Glou was extremely watchful of his young son. The man would fly to Kirlsa just to pick up his son if he thought his time in the royal city would be long.

“Albel needs to be around his father” The captain often told Woltar. So little Albel would be taken to the castle. He would sit on Glou’s lap as the man read and responded to documents. He would spend hours staring at the maps on the walls as his father wrote up reports. They would bathe in the castle baths and huddle close together in bed for warmth. Glou always got a second blanket to wrap his child in.

Being in that room again brought back a flood of memories. Albel’s feet faltered for a moment and he tripped over towards the bed. The blankets looked the same as they had years ago. He plopped down, a feeling of nostalgia washing over him.

“Are you alright?” Vox asked, eyeing the boy as he began to remove his armor.

“I’m fine.” Albel bit out, pushing down the memories that had bubble up.

It was easy for the duke to guess what was on the boy’s mind, but he held his tongue. He was in no mood to get his spouse worked up over the past. He let the youth sit quietly as he went over and locked the door.

“All things considered, the battle went well.”

Albel lifted his head and fixed his steady gaze onto the duke. “We won the battle, but that does not change the fact that we were retaking land that had originally been ours.”

“A valid point. But all that matters is we reclaimed the land and crushed those worthless scum.”

The boy shook his head and did not respond. He spent a few more moments contemplating the many thoughts in his head. When he came back to himself, Albel found that his husband was standing before him.

“Do you want something?”

The grin that was directed at him created a knot of tension in his belly; Vox was up to something.

“You caused us quite a bit of trouble in camp.”

“Such as?”

“The noise you make during sex, you could have alerted the entire camp to what we were about. And because you have some need to lie about like a slug after sex, Woltar saw what we had done. In the grander scheme of things, the tension between the three of us could have caused a problem so great we might have lost the battle.”

Albel scoffed. “And you think you can pin the entire blame on me? It seems that you have as much fault here as I do.”

The duke looked down at the boy with an expression that clearly said how he felt about that notion. They stared at one another for several seconds before a dark grin slowly curved the man’s lips. The knot in Albel’s stomach tightened.

“ You could have made quite a mess of things” he said as he deposited himself on the bed next to the young captain. Albel shifted away. “With all that was at stake and all that happened, I think its time to give you another session of discipline.”

The boy’s eyes widened just a bit before a scowl formed on his fair features. He stood. “Fuck off.”

The duke’s hand shot out and clamped on the youth’s wrist. “Sit down, Albel.”

“I’m not in the mood for games tonight” he growled back.

“You’re only earning yourself more punishment.”

The way Albel saw it he had two options; he could submit to Vox and take whatever perverted punishment the man had in store or he could leave right then and spend the night traveling to Kirlsa. If he put up with the man he could go to sleep right after, but the idea of just surrendering to whatever Vox had in mind did not bode well with him.

Unfortunately, while he was deciding on which road to take, his husband made the decision for him. The grip on his wrist tightened and Albel was yanked down. He was pulled across the man’s lap and before he could register just what was happening his sarong was pushed aside.

“Vox! You aren’t attempting to do what I think you’re doing, are you?!”

Vox chuckled, running a gentle hand over the boy’s soft flesh. The man shifted his leg, raising his knee and the body bent over it. Albel was draped over his legs, rear raised in a most inviting manner.

“What do you think I’m going to do, Albel?”

“Don’t play stupid, just let me go! I’m tired and I want to sleep!”

The grip on the boy’s wrist tightened. Vox gave a harsh tug as a warning before raising his free hand and bringing it down in a swift motion, giving Albel a firm swat on the behind. A loud sound of alarm escaped the youth and then a growl.

“Vox!”

The duke did not respond. He grinned and gave the boy another slap on the rear. When it was clear that the man had no intention of releasing him Albel began to struggle. The reaction roused a bit of anger in the duke.

“Be still!” He commanded, bringing his hand down in a harsh spank.

“Let me go!” The youth demanded, attempting to wriggle out of the man’s grasp.

“What a ridiculous thing to ask”

Despite his struggling, Vox did not pause in his administration of punishment. His hand fell again and again and again, turning the boy’s bottom a pleasant shade of red. Albel grit his teeth harshly, keeping any noises of discomfort within. Each spank brought a stinging sensation and yet there was a delicious feeling as well. A feeling that made his cock harden and the experience not completely unpleasant. How embarrassing, Albel seethed to himself, to be turned on by being punished as a child.

Vox took note of his spouse’s aroused state. Each time his hand fell and swatted the boy’s prone buttocks he felt Albel’s hardness rub against his thigh. It pleased him greatly. Wisely, he kept his comments to himself; Albel was embarrassed enough without being reminded that he was aching to be spanked. There could be no telling what an overly embarrassed Albel Nox would do.

The struggling ceased eventually and the duke was awarded with a series of mewling, desperate pants and moans, just the type he loved to hear. A weak trembling wracked the youth’s limbs and each time Vox lowered his hand and slapped Albel, the body over his knee would stiffen slightly and another soft sound would escape the boy.

When the man thought he detected a shimmer of moisture on his spouse’s eyelashes Vox stopped. The spanking ended abruptly and for several moments Albel was tense, waiting for the duke to begin again. He was not expecting the gentle caressing. Vox ran his hand over the reddened mounds, massaging the boy’s flesh. The youth flinched; regardless if the touch was meant to soothe, his skin was too sensitive to feel anything but stinging pain.

Vox took his time running his hands over Albel’s buttocks, down his thighs, and then back up to fondle the boy more. He ignored the jerks and spasms of apparent pain.

“You seemed to enjoy that.”

“Shut up” Albel ground out, valiantly attempting to keep his dignity by hiding his discomfort.

“Since you seem to enjoy it so, I will have to discipline you like so more often.”

“I said shut up!”

The duke squeezed his flesh harshly. “Seeing as you’re so aroused, and you’ve gotten me similarly aroused, we’ll finish this.”

“I’d rather go to sleep.”

Albel was ignored and pushed off of the man’s lap. He should have darted for the door at that point, but Vox knew him better. As soon as the boy was off of him, the man pinned the smaller body down and quickly pulled his hard cock from his pants and pressed it against the cleft of Albel’s ass. There was little the youth could do at that point and he did not feel like putting up another struggle.

Sensing that the boy had surrendered, Vox got up and retrieved a bottle of oil. Albel pulled a pillow over and stuffed it under his chest. He felt his husband lean over him and kiss and bite down his spine. The man undid the knot in his sarong and flung the garment to the floor.

Vox shifted the boy’s legs apart and settled between them. He poured the oil out and spread it over Albel’s red flesh. Again the boy flinched. When the man pushed in to the hilt, Albel grit his teeth and sucked in a harsh breath. Vox took hold of the boy’s hips and held them as he began to thrust relentlessly into the pliant body beneath him. He had enjoyed the spanking as much as Albel had, if not a good deal more. His cock was hard and ached for release.

The pace the duke set was brutal. Albel curled his fingers in the covers and grunted with the apex of each of the man’s thrusts. His ass hurt and each time their skin struck a shockwave of pain coursed through his limbs. Yet it felt undeniably good and his body responded. His erection rubbed against the blankets and the friction was bringing him closer to the edge.

Albel found his end first. The young captain let out a fierce yell as he climaxed. His muscles clamped down on the member buried deep in his body and Vox gripped his hips with bruising force. The man slammed into his body and spurted his seed into the boy’s waiting bowels.

They collapsed together in a sweaty heap. Albel elbowed the man until the duke rolled off of him. Vox pat the boy’s ass in approval before he sat up , pulled his shirt off, and got up, tugging Albel with him, to pull the covers back for them to settle in bed. Albel nearly fell into the bed. He had missed having a mattress beneath him and thick blankets and walls that kept drafts out. The comfort was so wonderful, the young captain did not care that he had nothing but his small shirt, gloves, and leggings on to keep him warm.

Vox pulled the boy into his arms when they had crawled beneath the covers. He ran his hands up and down the boy’s back, over his buttocks, and tangled his fingers in the youth’s hair. His young spouse was asleep in his arms within several minutes. The battle had tired him as well.

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Albel snuck out of the duke’s quarters in the castle while the sky was still dark. If Vox thought he would spend another day with him he was terribly mistaken. He scowled at the guards at the entrance of the castle and made his way to the stables to retrieve his lum. The beast whined eagerly when it spotted him, anxious to be fed. After giving it a gentle pat and feeding it several handfuls of grain, Albel saddled the lum and spurred it out of the city.

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The loud banging of a door alerted Woltar to the presence of his charge. Albel was just stomping up the stairs as he came out of his study.

“Ah, welcome home.”

The boy growled.

“Will you be resting now?”

“What do you think?”

The old man chuckled pleasantly. “Well I’m sure you’ll enjoy being in your own bed. No more sneaking into Vox’s in the middle of the night.” He turned to walk way. “Or mine.”

Albel tripped on the rug just before he got to the door to his room. He fixed wide amazed eyes on the count.

Woltar glanced over his shoulder and smiled at the boy. “Though it was a pleasant surprise that first morning on the battlefield. It reminded me of when you were a child.”

An embarrassed, or perhaps it was an angry, flush heated the youth’s face. “You’re becoming an old pervert like Vox!” He yelled, yanking his bedroom door open then slamming it shut after him.

The aged man laughed heartily. “Surely” he mused to himself, “Albel did not think I had not noticed he had crawled into my bed. I may be old, but I am a captain for a reason.”

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As Albel angrily pulled the curtains shut and then undressed to rest he scowled. He yanked the covers over his head. His eyes drifted shut, but the gears in his mind were still revolving. Soon he would try for a son with Cordelia. That meant that Aunya would have to be moved to Kirlsa. There was still much to be done with regards to the war: missions, intelligence meetings, battles.

“What a hassle” he mumbled, shifting further under the blankets. He needed a good long rest.

~END

Yay, another chapter. I was in New York City last week so no chapter. So…I figure this will be wrapped up in another few chapters. 5 maybe, I’m not exactly sure. But I do want to keep writing so there may be more stories from me…if I think of anything to write. Of course I’ll consider suggestions. So…go and review my anons who are not so anonymous! And know that I love you guys for sticking with me. I guarantee the end will be well worth it--you think you know what will happen…BUT YOU WON’T!