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Notes: Just taking the severe lack
of Rath x Wil akshun!!!11! into
my own hands. A few support conversation
references, but you don�t really need to know them.

Disclaimer: I don�t
own Fire Emblem.

Un-betaed. Exactly how does one approach a beta reader
and ask, �I want you to edit this buttsex�? Please feel free to point out my mistakes.

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Number Three

�Rath!� Wil�s voice rang throughout the spacious camp, much
to the irritation of those who were still dozing in their tents, trying to
enjoy the break that Mark had so graciously granted them.

The
nomad in question exited his tent upon hearing his name, an amused expression
appearing on his normally passive face.
�Yes?� Rath asked softly as Wil approached, clearly having more respect
for the unspoken rule of �quiet time� in the morning.

�Well,
I was wondering if we could continue my lessons today,� the brown haired archer
said, �That is,� he interjected before Rath could answer, �if
you aren�t planning to do anything else.
Or if you just don�t want to, that�s okay,
too. I mean, you said that it would be
better to practice off the battlefield, and here we on a not-battlefield, so I
just thought�� he trailed off, scratching the back of his head and looking
down.

�That
would be fine,� Rath said with a light chuckle.

�Oh!
Really!?� Wil beamed up at him, sounding
genuinely surprised, �Great! I�m ready
to go!� he exclaimed, and it was then that Rath noticed that the archer was
fully dressed, his bow present and quiver filled.

�I�m
not quite as prepared as you are,� Rath stated bluntly, alluding to the fact
that he currently wore none of his combat gear, and had quite obviously been in
the middle of clothing himself.

�Oh.�
Wil said simply, as if now noticing his friend�s current state of undress. �Well, I�ll, uh, meet you at breakfast,� he
awkwardly stammered out, turning to leave.

�Wil,�
Rath called, getting the archer�s attention.

The
teen in question turned around, a quizzical look on his face.

�Next
time, try not to be so loud. I don�t
mind, but not everyone is an early riser.� Rath warned as nicely as he could.

As
if on cue, Vaida stomped out of her tent, shooting Wil an acidic glare before
heading over to where Lowen and was preparing
breakfast, Rebecca at his side.

Wil
stiffened. �On second thought, can� Can I just wait out here for you? So, you know, we can go to breakfast
together?� he asked beseechingly.

Rath
resisted the unwonted urge to roll his eyes, �Of course.� He said, before
retreating into his tent.

Wil
breathed out a sigh of relief. Rath
would surely protect him from Vaida.
Saving each other from certain death by the hands of frighteningly
powerful women was what friends were for, right? He sat down outside of the tent and fiddled
with the grass there, waiting for Rath to return.

The
man emerged a few minutes later, adjusting the blue guard he wore around his
right hand to his liking. Wil stood to
meet him and smiled, falling in behind him as they approached the eating area. Though Rath was bigger than Wil, he did not
provide ample shielding, and Rebecca, who had been there assisting Lowen,
greeted him.

�Good
morning, Wil!� she called jovially to her friend, who clung to Rath like a
scared child at the sudden exclamation of his name.

�G-good
morning, Rebecca!� he answered her uneasily, knowing his cover was blown.

The
pigtailed archer smiled at him and returned to Lowen�s
side, paying no notice to Wil�s plight.

�Good
morning, wyvern feed.� A familiar voice spat out.

�Good
morning, Dame Vaida.� Wil said, trying his hardest to control his dread.

Rath
nodded at the armored woman in greeting, and she nodded in turn.

Wil
took a seat next to Rath, cautiously glancing at the blonde Wyvern Lord every
once and a while.

Vaida
was unnaturally placid this morning, considering how she had
been so rudely awoken. Usually,
she would have demanded Wil�s head in compensation. Though Wil silently thanked every god and
goddess he could think of, he had a sneaking suspicion that her serenity had
something to do with the plate of roasted dumplings she seemed to savor with
every bite, a very faint smile coming to her face as she dined.

�Here
you go!� Rebecca�s sweet voice exclaimed, breaking Wil�s
train of thought as she presented the two bowmen with their breakfasts.

�Thanks!�
Wil said with enough enthusiasm for the both of them, taking his share.

�I
caught it myself,� Rebecca added proudly, referring to the meat portion of
their serving, �It sure pays to be up before the animals are. I must have seen ten deer before I finally
decided to shoot!� she chattered excitedly.
�Found by a tree, shot by me, cooked by Lowen for all to see.� She
rhymed animatedly.

Wil
laughed.

�Oh,
here come Bartre and Canas. See you
later!� she said, quickly returning to Lowen to arrange their meals.

�Yeesh, Magic Man, d�you always get up this early?� Bartre
garbled out, stretching his muscular arms as he entered the general
vicinity.

Canas
sat down under a nearby tree and adjusted his monocle, �Of course,� he said
cheerfully, �don�t you? It�s a splendid
time to just sit and read.�

The
axe fighter snorted, �Anytime is a �splen-did� time
to read with you. And what did I tell
you about hard words?� he grumbled.

�Sorry,�
Canas said sincerely.

�Besides,�
Bartre continued, �I�m only up because some idiot
was out here yelling as loud as he could.�

Wil
blushed and ducked his head.

�Man,�
Bartre started, �If I knew who it was, I�d�
I�d��

�You
would what?� A sultry, feminine voice interjected in a goading manner.

�I
would say that you are going down
after breakfast, Karla!� Bartre seethed, all anger
towards Wil forgotten.

�Mmm-hmm,� Karla
answered him, sauntering over to where Bartre stood, �We�ll see.� She said, her
half-lidded eyes regarding him haughtily, hand teasingly on the hilt of her Wo Dao.

Wil
turned away from the scene with a chuckle.
It was fun to watch a man such as Bartre become so flustered by the
strikingly beautiful swordfighter.

�Good
morning, Commander.� Heath addressed Vaida as he approached, looking rather
anxious.

�Boy.�
The scarred woman greeted in return.

�May
I sit here?� he asked her.
She
glanced up and gave him an odd look, �Don�t waste my time asking,� she said
gruffly, but gave no objection.

�Thank
you.� The wyvern knight said, sitting a little ways away from her and catching
his breath. He stared over Wil�s right
shoulder with a distressed face.

Curiosity
piqued, Wil turned his head only to see Legault standing across the camp,
barely visible in the shadows of the trees.
The thief was staring Heath down, a smoldering air about his gaze. Looking back at Heath, Wil noticed he seemed
fidgety and a little fearful. He was
about to inquire as to what was wrong, but Rath stopped him.

�Are
you ready to go?� The nomad asked.

�Sure!�
Wil answered, giving Heath one last glance and
following Rath to where the horses were settled in.

Rath�s
gray mare perked up upon seeing them approach, walking out as far as the rope
around her neck would let her. �Hello
there,� Rath said to her affectionately, rubbing his hands along her neck as he
removed the rope. She nuzzled him
afterward, and playfully chewed on the nomad�s bandana.

Wil
laughed, and approached the beast cautiously, having been
thrown from her back multiple times in the past.

Rath
gave his hand to Wil and helped him mount the horse, the younger archer
suddenly vacillating between holding on for dear life or
just sliding off the other side of his equine nemesis.

�You
just got up there,� Rath said flatly, noticing Wil�s
unease immediately, �Let go of my hand.�

Complying,
Wil let go, �H-hey! Where are you
going?�

�I�m
going to tell Mark where we�ll be if he needs us,� Rath said as he walked away,
�I�ll be right back.�

�You�re
just going to leave me on this thing?
Alone!?� Wil asked hysterically. The mare whinnied in offense, shaking Wil
around a bit. The archer yelped and
wrapped his arms around the horse.

Rath
left Wil without a word.

�The nerve!� Wil said, his voice
muffled against the mare�s neck. If he
knew how to get down, he would have, but in all of the previous lessons he had
either fallen off or been helped down by Rath. He began to pat the mare�s neck as he saw
Rath doing, �Please don�t do anything crazy�,� he told her quietly, unaware of
his shaking hands.

He
sat there for an unknown amount of time, bent over and hugging the horse for
fear he would fall off. He distracted
himself by listening to the wind blowing through the leaves, and the faint
voices floating from the direction of the camp.

True
to his word, Rath returned shortly, though it seemed like forever to Wil.

�Could
you put this in the bag to your side?� Rath asked,
handing Wil something wrapped in a blanket.

�Sure,�
the younger archer said, taking a moment to recompose himself.

�We�re
going to a clearing I saw on the way here.
It�s about a mile down the path we came from yesterday.� Rath said,
taking the horse�s reigns and guiding her in the right direction. �Try to say balanced,� Rath told him, �and
though I will not ask this of you, it would be better to not hold on to
anything, so you can get used to letting your legs secure you to your mount.�

�Wow,
Rath,� Wil said, amazed, �That�s the longest chain of words I�ve ever heard you
weave.� The young archer began to laugh,
clutching his chest with one hand and holding on to the horse with the other.

Rath
frowned, �I really don�t see what�s so funny about that,� he paused, and Wil
stopped laughing. Smiling, Rath finished
the sentence, �Number Three.�

Wil
shook his head and countered, �And I really
don�t see what�s so funny about that.�

Rath
allowed himself an audible laugh, and they continued the rest of the way in
silence.

When
they arrived in the clearing, Rath let go of the reigns and began to gather
small rocks.

�What
are those for?� Wil asked, no explanation coming to mind.

�It
would be best if you are comfortable throwing these on
horseback before you start shooting arrows,� Rath answered, offering his
clasped hands to Wil.

�Oh,�
Wil said, taking the stones.

�Try
and aim for, oh�,� Rath said, looking around for a suitable target, �the knot
on that tree over there,� he finished, pointing to a large oak. �She�s only going to trot, but tell me if you
want to stop, okay?�

�O-okay,�
Wil said, getting a rock ready to throw.

Not
saying a word, Rath whistled and the mare began to trot about the
clearing. Wil looked a tad frightened,
but he subdued it, hoping to impress Rath.
He threw the rocks at their target, or at the very least tried to, as
most of them missed their mark. Some,
though not many, would hit the knot and bounce back to the ground. When he ran out of rocks, Wil yelled at Rath
to halt the horse. Upon hearing a high
whistle, the mare stopped in her tracks.
Wil clutched his chest and slumped forward, resting his forehead against
the horse�s mane.

�You�re
going to have to let go of the reigns,� Rath said, walking up to Wil.

�But
I hit the knot a few times!� Wil huffed, hoping to get at least a compliment
out of the nomad.

�Yes,
you did, but more would hit if you didn�t have to split your concentration
between holding the reigns and aiming,� Rath said, �Even when you are aiming,
you�re doing it too quick. You�re sacrificing accuracy for the fact that you�re scared
without holding on with your hands. That�s what you have legs for. Let�s try again,� he finished, going out to
collect more rocks.

Wil
waited until Rath had turned around before he allowed the hurt to cross his
face. He knew Rath had not meant to insult,
but the nomad just sounded so annoyed.
�I�m sorry�,� he said to no one.
The mare whinnied, as if wanting her presence to be
known. Wil pat the back of her
neck, �I�m not mad at you,� he told her, idly braiding the strands of her mane
together.

Rath
returned a few minutes later, noticing Wil�s slight melancholy and the braids
in his horse�s mane. He hid his smile
and handed the rocks to Wil. Rath�s hands lingered longer than usual, but he paid no
mind to how nice their ungloved fingers felt so close together. �Ready?� Rath asked.

�Yeah��
answered Wil, promising himself he would not touch the reigns the rest of the
day, even if he felt as if he were falling.

They
continued for a few hours, their shadows disappearing under the slowly passing
sun only to grow again in the direction of the east. Loathe he was to admit it, Wil found that
holding on with his legs was just as easy, if not easier, than gripping
reigns. Throwing his last rock, which
sped into the knot with a resounding crack, Wil signaled for Rath to stop the
horse.

�I
think you�ve earned a break,� Rath said, striding over to the mounted archer,
�Judging by the sun, it�s more than two hours past noon,� he paused, and added
rather sheepishly, �I�m sorry for working you so hard.�

Wil
gave him a warm smile, �It�s okay. Now help me down, please.�

Rath
chuckled, �Don�t you think you should get yourself down? It would look funny to see you in Caelin on horseback, a servant trailing behind you should
you feel the need to dismount.�

�But��
Wil started, �I�m so high up! I always
fall.�

�Imagine
how Florina feels,� Rath told him, unsympathetic but
amused.

�Don�t
worry,� Rath said, �If you fall, I�ll be here to catch
you. I promise.�

Wil
sighed, giving in, and began the arduous task of getting down. He could turn around and reach his foot out,
yes, but he always would underestimate the distance between himself and the
ground, setting his weight on nothing more than air. Once again mistaking the distance, Wil braced
himself for the fall backwards, his other leg, as always, caught in its
noose-like holder.

Rath
plunged forward onto his knees and caught Wil before he hit the ground.

�Cutting
it a little close there, aren�t you?� Wil asked with an air of sarcasm, looking
from his trapped foot, to the arms wrapped around his chest, to the strands of
green hair dangling in front of him he could see dancing in the wind.

Rath
chucked, the low vibration in his throat right next to
Wil�s ear, �I didn�t think you�d actually fall.�

�Didn�t
think�didn�t think I�d actually fall?� Wil snorted, �How exactly does the
phrase �I always fall� translate to you?� he asked incredulously, tilting his
head so he could see Rath�s face.

Rath looked down at him, and began to laugh.

It
was not his amused chuckle, nor was it a snort, a snicker, or giggle. Wil had never seen Rath laugh so loudly, even
following the �number three� incident.
This laughter was contagious, and eventually Wil found himself
succumbing to it in the ridiculousness of the situation.

They
laughed together for who knows how long, the gray mare still waiting there
patiently, her temporary rider still trapped in the foot loop. Rath�s laughter was the first to taper off
into nothing, the nomad staring down at Wil, who now had tears leaking out of
his eyes. Laughter, Rath realized, was
something he only indulged in around Wil, the younger archer having the
strangest ability to put Rath in such high spirits.

It
was what Rath loved about him.

A
sudden and unbidden thought crossed Rath�s mind, urging the nomad to thank Wil
for such a momentous gift. He brought
his right hand up under Wil�s chin, subtly tilting the archer�s face up. Looming over the laughing archer for a
moment, Rath gently brought his lips down to meet Wil�s, silencing him.

Wil�s
eyes shot open in surprise, not really knowing what wet thing had covered his
mouth. What he saw shocked him, as Rath
was truly the last thing on his �what wet thing is touching my mouth�
list.

Yes,
even raining octopi had beaten the quiet nomad.

Problem
solved, Wil closed his eyes again, bringing his left hand up to Rath�s face,
softly stroking the nomad�s cheek.

Rath
slowly broke away moments later, looking down at Wil, the archer in question
flushed, confused, but seeming to have had enjoyed himself.

Not
saying a word, Rath steadied Wil and freed his foot, helping him to his
feet. Now standing, the two of them
stared in any direction but each other, an awkward silence settling in.

Surprisingly,
it was Rath to speak first, �I brought us lunch,� he said, going to his horse
and pulling out the blanket he had asked Wil to pack. He removed the bundle the blanket contained
and set it on the ground, spreading the blanket out in front of him.

Wil
sat down silently, Rath joining him.

�That�s
a lot of apples,� Wil said, stating the obvious, as Rath opened the bundle to
reveal two smaller bundles and at least fifteen apples.

�Most
of them are for her,� Rath said, as the mare�s head perked up at the mention of
apples, �Rebecca made them.�

�The apples?� Wil asked disbelievingly.

�No. Those.� Rath said, pointing to the smaller
bundles.

��Oh. I see. We�ll, uh, have to thank her,� Wil stammered
awkwardly, still not over what had passed between him
and Rath only moments ago.

Tossing
one apple to Wil and setting another aside for himself, Rath removed his gloves
and grabbed another apple, holding it out for the horse. Happily, she trotted over and devoured the
red morsel in one fell bite. He threw
the rest of them about the clearing, and the mare whinnied in what seemed to be
delight. Apparently, this
was a game they played.

Noticing
that Wil had already began eating, Rath did the same,
opening the bundle of cloth Rebecca had so carefully tied. They said nothing to each other throughout
the meal; the only sound present was that of the trotting mare as she happily
pranced from apple to apple.

Oddly
enough, the mare prompted what happened next.

Rath
was staring idly at Wil, who knew he was being watched
but did not want to acknowledge it (instead opting to play around with the
apple that Rath had tossed him previously).
The mare trotted behind Rath and bumped her head against his back,
probably the nice, horse way of asking �where�s my damn apple?�

�You
ate all of yours,� the nomad told her simply.
She snorted.

Undaunted,
she trotted over to Wil, who was too absorbed with not making eye contact with
Rath to notice. He tossed the red fruit
from hand to hand, and sometimes straight up in the air. All she had to do was wait
for it.

Wil
tossed the apple up, and looked around in confusion when the apple did not fall
back into his outstretched hand.

�Hey!�
he said, when he noticed the horse was there, munching on what was undeniably
his apple. The mare turned around and
walked away, her tail fanning against Wil�s head as she left.

�Did
you see that!?� Wil questioned Rath, �Your horse ate
my apple!�

��I
know.� Rath said, repressing the urge to laugh.

�Stupid
horse,� Wil muttered, turning around to look at the mare, �Yeah! I see you over there! Was it tasty?� he yelled at her across the
clearing, the mare now resting under the shade of the tree that had been Wil�s
target.

In
that time, Rath had situated himself in front of Wil, the last apple in the
clearing resting in his hand. He held it
out to Wil, who looked at him in surprise.

�Go
ahead,� Rath said, but he had no intention of letting
the apple go.

Wil
bent forward and clasped his gloved hands around Rath�s, bringing the apple up
to his lips, �Thanks,� he said, before taking a bite, the juice leaking onto
their fingers.

As
Wil leaned back into place, Rath let the apple fall from his hand and roll
away. He moved in to kiss Wil again,
pushing the archer down to the ground, opting to taste the apple that lingered
on his lips.

Wil
moved his arms to rest around Rath�s neck, gently pulling him down and
deepening the kiss, opening his mouth and allowing Rath�s tongue to enter. Rath permitted his hands to move down Wil�s
body, slipping underneath his blue tunic and undershirt but hindered by the
belt that held his quiver. Removing his
hands from beneath the tunic, he undid the belt and slid it out from under Wil,
making sure he did not damage the fletching of the arrows as he moved them
across the blanket. He glided his arms
up Wil�s tunic freely, ungloved hands coming to rest
on both sides of the archer�s stomach.

�Rath,
what�re we doin�� he began, but was cut off when Rath
kissed him again.

�Should
be obvious,� Rath said, moving down and pushing Wil�s collar out of the way,
kissing his throat.

Wil
laughed, ticklish, and half-heartedly begged Rath to stop.

It
was strange, kissing Wil where he could feel his laugh before it made a sound,
his throat quivering around Rath�s mouth.

Obedient,
Rath did stop, removing his hands and sitting up to stare down at a breathless
Wil, �I�m sorry.�

�Hold
that thought,� Wil told him, before sitting up himself, �Fair�s fair, you
know,� he said, reaching down to untie the blue sash Rath wore. He also removed the Rath�s shoulder strap,
letting Rath�s top separate at the side, revealing his chest. Wil wrapped his arms around Rath�s uncovered
torso, bringing his head to rest against the nomad�s chest.

Rath
brought his hands around Wil to the padded armor he wore on his left shoulder,
removing it, �Fair�s fair,� he mumbled.

Wil
laughed, �Without a doubt.�

Moving
away from Rath, Wil removed his gloves and then went for his tunic.

�Let
me,� Rath interrupted, looking surprised at himself
for voicing his thoughts.

Wil
said nothing, only moving his arms skyward, allowing Rath to do away with his
tunic and undershirt. Rath ran his hands
along Wil�s stomach, pulling the archer towards his lap. Wil situated his legs on either side of Rath,
and while on his knees he was taller than the sitting
nomad. Wil cupped Rath�s face and tilted
it up, their lips barely touching, Wil lightly flicking out his tongue from
time to time, seeing if it would coax out Rath�s.

Rath
wanted nothing more than to reach up and force Wil down upon him, yet his hands
were needed elsewhere, slowly pressing their way into
Wil�s pants, pushing them down to his knees.
Wil shifted himself momentarily and kicked off
his boots, allowing Rath to remove the article of clothing completely.

�Thanks,�
Rath said, his hands free to press Wil down to him.

Wil
submitted with little resistance, wrapping his arms around Rath�s neck and
rubbing his bare crotch against the nomad�s stomach. Rath cradled Wil�s body against him as he
lowered the two of them onto the ground again, not breaking contact with the
archer�s lips.

They
broke apart, both panting from their exertions.

Wil�s
hands twined themselves in Rath�s hair, burrowing under his bandana, �May I?� he
asked, tugging at the brown cloth that rested upon Rath�s head.

Rath
nodded and Wil smiled, flinging the bandana to the side, �I think I�ve always
wanted to do that,� he mused, grinning.

�If
it was any day but today, I probably would have shot you,� Rath said, kissing
Wil�s forehead.

�Lucky
me,� Wil babbled, twirling Rath�s hair in his fingers.

�Lucky
you,� Rath echoed, trailing kisses down Wil�s chest.

Rath
paused to lap at Wil�s nipples, causing the seventeen-year-old archer to squirm
as the small nubs rose under the Sacaean�s attentive
tongue. From there he went down to Wil�s
navel, his tongue imitating a much more sensual act. Wil moaned, his
panting becoming louder as Rath went lower.

Reaching
his goal for today, Rath stuck his tongue out to Wil�s length, relishing in the
sounds it produced from Wil.

�R-rath!� Wil exclaimed, looking
down at the nomad who was now parting his thighs and situating himself in
between them. Rath brought Wil�s thighs
to rest upon his shoulders, the archer�s feet dangling above the Sacaean�s back.

The
nomad knelt down and opened his mouth, his green hair free to fall in front of
his face, completely blocking Wil�s view.
What Wil could not see, he could feel�Rath�s
warm mouth on one of his most sensitive parts, licking and sucking with
abandon, the green strands of hair tickling Wil�s inner thighs.

�Rath,
I�� Wil started frenetically, unable to express what he was feeling, words
garbled in his pleasurable hysteria. He
came with a strangled cry, shooting his seed into Rath�s awaiting mouth. Moments later, Wil went lax, his legs sliding
off Rath�s shoulders.

Rath
removed himself from Wil�s most intimate reaches, crawling up to sit by the
naked teen.

�Rath,
I, um,� Wil started, curling in on himself, suddenly very shy, �I don�t know
what to say.�

�That��
Rath began, �is a first.�

The
nomad laid himself out next to Wil, wrapping his arms around the other�s
shoulders and pulling him close.

�Thank
you for your laughter.� Rath said suddenly, gazing into brown eyes.

��You�re
welcome,� Wil answered, glancing away shyly, not really knowing how to respond.

�Will
we be getting to the actual archery today?� Wil asked after a while.

�No,�
Rath replied, running his hands across Wil�s back, the
archer shivering under the lightness of the touch.

�Oh,
good,� Wil continued, smiling, �That probably means we�ll have to come back
tomorrow.�

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End Note: I actually had more fun
writing the character interactions at the camp scene than I did the actual pr0n. *dork* I have half a mind to clean this up
and post it on ff.net, but that would give away my secret identity. :O

�Sequel�, or rather, a companion
piece involving what was going on between Legault and Heath to come. Eventually. Finals are coming up, and I�m
having my ass dragged around America
shortly afterward.

Comments are
appreciated. I�ll
try my hardest to respond if you want me to.
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