A Rake's Hunger

The clangs of clashing steel and the heavy pants of two young men filled the training yard. Dressed in full armor and wielding longswords and shields, they circled each other, pausing briefly, to evaluate each other. The older, a tall well-build brunette, hesitated, then launched again into a complicated attack pattern, his sword swiftly parting the heavy air of a humid summer morning. The other man, a blonde even bigger than the first, quickly gave ground as he blocked each swing, barely.

"Could it be that you have finally met your match, Aedan?" declared the attacker gleefully as he pressed the younger man.

"Not a chance," he replied gamely, though he struggled to draw breath. He stepped to the side and let the other man's wild lunge draw him away.

"Then stop defending and attack me!" he responded, off-balance at the unexpected dodge. He recovered quickly, frustrated that each powerful swing met only air, or was deflected away harmlessly.

Aedan only shook his helmeted head, not willing to use precious air for something so useless as taunts.

The attacker stopped, his sword held straight out at the younger man. "Let's make this more interesting, then," he said, grinning inside the dark of his helm. "Our usual wager?"

Aedan hesitated, then shrugged. "You think that you'll get lucky this time? Remember this for later, my friend; I did not suggest it."

His friend withdrew his sword to his side for a short rest. "Lucky? Bold words, considering that you have been thoroughly... manhandled, wouldn't you say?"

Aedan shook his head again, grateful that the other man could not see his wicked grin. "Guard," he breathed, bring his sword and shield up to bear once more.

The brunette attacked with renewed energy, eager to end the fight and win the promised wager. But this time, instead of meeting only air or weak defenses, his sword was stopped strongly at the beginning of every maneuver. Too late, he realized that he had left his defenses open in his last unwise lunge; Aedan, with a swift speed undisplayed until that moment, stepped inside his reach and bashed him with his shield.

Head ringing and side aching, he backed up, nearly tripping on his feet as he fought to raise his shield to block the sudden onslaught. Aedan gave him no mercy, but cut at his head, his legs, and every weak joint in his armor, until he dropped his sword in the ground and nearly lost his footing.

He gamely tried to recover, but Aedan continued and, locking their shields together, slammed his body into his friend's, knocking him off his feet.

The brunette tried to roll away, but the sword sword point at his throat dissuaded him from any sudden movements. Flat on his back, he carefully raised his hands above his head, yielding.

"Andraste's knickers," he swore. "You bloody bastard, you tricked me!"

Aedan removed his helm, revealing his handsome, tanned face and white-blond hair sodden with sweat. He grinned and reached down an arm to help up his friend. "Ser Gilmore, did you honestly expect me to make the wager if I had any chance of losing?" he said with a chuckle. "You know how much I hate losing, especially when we have *that* as a prize?"

Gilmore took off his own helmet and sighed. "More like a punishment, since I lost," he said dejectedly. "I thought I had you, this once!"

"Now, now, my friend, it was not I who ventured the deal, and besides," he leaned closer and quirked a heavy eyebrow, "I will certainly not make it a punishment for you. Indeed, I am quite certain that you will enjoy being... manhandled."

Gilmore made a sound halfway between a groan and a moan as the two walked towards the training salle to unload their blunt training swords and diveted practice armor. They began their stroll towards Highever Castle - Gilmore glancing nervously at the larger man, waiting for the axe to fall - when Aedan stopped suddenly and pointed off to the side.

"My word, is that Lady Catherine?"

"Where?" asked Gilmore excitedly as he turned to find his crush.

"Not there," crowed Aedan as he shoved Gilmore into a corner in the castle walls, one that promised quite a convenient shadowed meeting-place. He followed quickly behind and trapped Gilmore there with his body, Gilmore's face into the corner. Aedan reached around their bodies and cupped the bulge at the front of Gilmore's breeches.

"If that is for the Lady, I shall be most disappointed," he breathed into the knight's ear. Gilmore shuddered, pushing forward into the gripping hand.

"I didn't think so," whispered Aedan. He passed his free hand up Gilmore's side, lightly brushing the light leather. The hand continued up and tweaked the covered nipples. He grinned as the bulge grew firmer. He began to caress slightly as his other hand continued its journey, pressing at certain places and gliding over others. Gilmore began to beg.

"Aedan... please," he groaned, thrusting into the entrapping hand.

"Please what?" Aedan asked innocently. "Lucky for you, I haven't had a fuck in two entire days." He shuddered in mock horror.

Gilmore murmured, "That's practically a vow of chastity from you."

Aedan withdrew his wandering hand and slapped the knight on the ass. "That's quite enough out of you, good Ser Knight," he commanded, his hand instantly soothing away the "sting" of the blow. At more whispered entreaties, he began untying the breeches, granting him more access to the firm skin underneath.

Gilmore sighed as Aedan's hand finally touched him. His cock continued to grow long and firm, the head pushing out, turning red. The grasp grew harder and he thrust, the delicious friction stimulating his senses. "Aedan..."

Aedan withdrew slightly, hand fumbling for the ties on his own pants as Gilmore arched back his head for a sloppy, teeth-filled kiss. Aedan pulled at his newly-freed cock as he whispered, "You had better get on your knees, because that is the only assistance you will get."

Gilmore moaned slightly as he twisted out of Aedan's grasp and sank to his knees, pulling Aedan's long tunic away from his glorious cock.

And glorious it was, being fully monstrous, long and thick, standing tall and pushed out towards Gilmore, as if it knew what was coming, and was straining to get to it sooner.

Wet heat engulfed Aedan's senses as Gilmore managed to get half of the rod in his mouth in one practiced movement. He pulled back, licked his lips, and dove back in, sucking and licking the rock-hard cock. He reached with one hand and gently fondled Aedan's sacks, only to choke a second later when Aedan unconsciously thrust hard all the way down his throat.

Aedan pulled back in apology, but Gilmore followed him, lips red and dripping. After a few more minutes of pleasure, Gilmore pulled back and kissed the tip of the angry head, then stood up against the wall. He glanced back at Aedan.

The blond took the hint. He stood behind Gilmore, pressing him into the wall, thrusting his cock between his cheeks a few times, then guided his cock into the dark entrance.

He entered slowly, for the knight was unprepared, but he entered steadily. Years of activity made the act less painful, and the practice allowed him to quickly locate the little nub inside of Gilmore. Fully ensheathed, balls trapped between ass and legs, Aedan began to thrust back and forth, slowly picking up speed.

Gilmore grunted with each thrust, easily absorbing the movement. He gasped every time Aedan grazed the spot inside until he had to clutch the wall for balance.

Aedan moved harder and faster until he had to tightly clench Gilmore's sides for balance, his cock almost coming out on every thrust, only to be shot back in with a snap of hips and a hissed breath.

The tight heat was ambrosia, the sound of skin upon skin music to favor the gods, Aedan thought whimsically as he plunged forward. There was no other activity he enjoyed more.

All good things must come to an end, and Aedan felt his release rising in his lower stomach, heat gathering. He reached around and gave Gilmore one more firm tug and directly hit the spot inside. Gilmore shuddered and came, gobs of white spitting out as his insides contracted spasmically.

The spasms sucked at Aedan's cock, pulling his release out and milking it from his body. His thrusts slowed and he panted, seed shooting deep into his friend.

He sighed, resting his forehead on the back of Gilmore's sweaty neck, before backing up slightly to allow the knight to fix himself up. Aedan tucked himself back into his pants and waited as Gilmore wiped himself with a leaf fromt he ground and tied up his breeches, the knight grumbling to himself.

"What was that?" Aedan asked.

"I said, I should have known that you'd never let me win. I can't remember you bottoming, ever."

Aedan shrugged. "I prefer to be in control."

The pair continued their walk towards the castle, Gilmore to put on his regular armor and patrol, Aedan to see his father, Lord Bryce Cousland. There was to be a visitor, he had heard, and not merely the odious Lord Rendon Howe. A Grey Warden was supposed to be here shortly. He had heard many interesting rumors about the Wardens.

About their physical prowess, both on the battlefield and between the sheets, along with rumors of insatiability.

Aedan finally had a chance to prove the rumors true or false, though he didn't expect the Warden to measure up to the order's legend. To do so, the man would have to be a bigger rake than he!

Aedan found that highly unlikely.