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A Stream of Drawn Swords	By : Rezalda Category: +S through Z > Valkyrie Profile Views: 865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Stream of Drawn Swords
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I like to go through books and magazines and take the first sentence from the page which corresponds with my age. If it meets certain criteria, I must build an entire story or post that includes that sentence. Of course, I will give credit.
The sentence in this story can be found on page 26 of "Heaven's Prisoners" by James Lee Burke.
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It had to be tonight.
Darius had not meant to wait this long. He had known for nearly a year that he wanted to belong to Earnest, in body and soul. He wanted to feel Earnest possess him, push his way inside, touch the core of his body and make him cry out in both agony and ecstasy. He wanted to feel that complete loss of control as he fell into the sweet abyss of worldly release.
But Earnest was a good man, a kind man. Even if Darius told him exactly what he wanted, he might not do it. He was probably like most men and thought that to penetrate another man would be to degrade him. Or he might shy away from such an "unclean" act.
Darius' doubt and fear grew more intense each day, until finally, on the final night before Earnest's deployment to Artolia, he knew that he had to make the first move.
"Earnest," he began softly. "How do you feel about leaving for Artolia tomorrow?"
"Hm? Oh, all right, I guess. I don't expect we'll be gone too long." Earnest was staring at the dying fire. "It's exciting to be doing something for the good of the oppressed."
Darius smiled in spite of himself. "That is so like you, Earnest. Always thinking of the underdog."
Earnest gave an embarrassed laugh and scratched his head. "It's easier said than done, fighting for justice. It's not like I don't think of myself, too. Every time I go to battle, I wonder if it's going to be my last one. If I'm going to live to see the end of it."
"Yeah," Darius said, his voice even quieter than before. "Earnest, if...if you were to die tomorrow, would you have any regrets?"
"Hmmm." Earnest looked up at the night sky. There was no moon, but the sky was clear and countless stars could be seen. "I want to say no. I want to say that if I can die doing something important, something meaningful, something right, then I can leave this world without regretting anything. But the truth is, Darius, there will always be something I wish I could have done before setting foot on the battlefield."
"I...I have a bad feeling about this assignment, Earnest." Darius edged a little closer to Earnest. "Don't you think it's strange that we're being asked to fund a rebellion in another country--especially one with whom Villnore's relations are so strained?"
"The disparity between the rich and poor in Artolia is one of the worst on the continent," Earnest said. "Rebellion was inevitable. If the rebels succeed in overthrowing the monarchy, they will be obliged to any foreign power that aided them in their time of need. That would greatly improve relations between us."
"But without our help, they have no hope of succeeding," Darius pointed out. "Wouldn't it be more diplomatically prudent to support the crown?"
"The crown is corrupt," Earnest insisted. "I met the king when I was knighted. He is a great lover of justice. I'm sure that when he heard of the injustices carried out against the Artolian people--all for the sake of some petty squabbling between princes--he could no longer stand idly by and let them be slaughtered by their own government."
Darius wondered if Earnest knew how naive he sounded. Leaders of nations never aided rebel causes in other countries unless they had something to gain from it. If nothing else, the king had his own people to consider. Why risk equipment, funding, and lives for a rebellion that had little chance of succeeding? No, there had to be some ulterior motive.
But it was that naiveté that drew Darius to Earnest. Earnest was compassionate, honest to a fault, and fervently idealistic. He was unlike any other man in Darius' life.
"Earnest," Darius said, "do you have any regrets?"
Earnest frowned in confusion. "Didn't you already ask me that?"
"I asked if you would have any regrets if you died tomorrow," Darius corrected him. "But this is different. I'm talking about now."
"Well..." Earnest looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I do. Lots of things, actually. Things I should have done, things I shouldn't have said. And then there was that one time..." He paused. Darius waited. "I rejected someone who confessed her love to me."
Darius' heart beat faster, but he forced himself to maintain his composure. "Well, if you didn't love her, there's nothing wrong with that."
"I did love her," Earnest said softly. "But it was the first time anyone had ever confessed their love to me. And our love would have been forbidden. I was scared, but I was afraid to be honest. Instead, I pretended to be disgusted by her. It broke her heart." He shook his head sadly. "Her family moved away shortly after, and I haven't seen her since."
"I'm sure she got over it," Darius assured him. "Broken hearts heal, you know."
"I know," Earnest agreed. "I know because my heart was broken as well, and it's healed now. But I did more than reject her. I insulted her as well." He looked at Darius in a way that made his body tense up. "After that, I promised myself I would never be afraid of love again."
"Earnest..." Darius moved even closer so that he and Earnest were side by side.
Earnest brushed the tips of his fingers against Darius' cheek. "I'm sorry, Darius. You look so sad now. I didn't mean to depress you."
"No..." It was now or never. Darius wrapped his arms around Earnest's upper body. "I was already sad. I don't want you to go, Earnest. I feel like something terrible is going to happen if you do."
"Hey, why are you being so cute all of a sudden?" Earnest took Darius into his arms with an awkward chuckle. "It's not like we're about to be separated for the first time."
"...Let's retire to our tent," Darius whispered.
"Go on ahead," Earnest told him. "I'll put the fire out."
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It was too dark to see Earnest's body, but Darius could feel his warmth and hear his pulse as he kissed his way across his chest. "Mmmm." With each caress of his lips, his tongue darted out to taste Earnest's skin, each lick eliciting a pleasured groan.
"Darius...Are you going to let me kiss you, too?" Earnest asked. "Not that I don't love what you're doing."
In response, Darius reached up and pulled Earnest's face to his own so their lips could meet. Earnest was shy at first, but his confidence seemed to grow as Darius moaned his approval. When Earnest's tongue penetrated Darius' mouth, he almost lost control and begged Earnest to take him right now. But he didn't want that--not yet.
"Hahhh..." Darius pulled away and looked up at Earnest. "Earnest," he moaned, letting his name melt on his lips.
It had the desired effect. Earnest was the one to kiss him this time, and his lips were hot, forceful, almost angry. His hands ran through Darius' with that gentle strength that only a man like him could pull off. Darius responded by going limp in his arms, letting him take control.
When they finally broke apart, a look of intense desire shone in Earnest's eyes. He pressed his lips against Darius' ear and murmured, "I had no idea you could be so sexy. I've never felt like this before. I'm afraid I'll lose control."
"I want you to lose control," Darius whispered back. "I'm a man just like you. You don't have to be careful like you would with a woman." To further emphasize his point, he bit Earnest on the earlobe and pulled them both back onto his mattress.
"Wah!" Earnest cried out as he fell onto Darius, then jumped back up. "Good god, I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
In response, Darius reached for Earnest's body. His cock was hard, and just feeling it throb hotly in his hand made him moan with pleasure. "Earnest," he breathed, "let me taste you. Let me use this mouth to give you pleasure you've only dreamed of."
"If...If that's what you want..." Earnest's voice was awkward, embarrassed.
"Do you not want me to?" Darius asked, trying not to sound disappointed.
"It's not that," Earnest said. "I just...just don't know if I can keep from...you know...What if I...um..."
"I want to taste all of you, Earnest," he interrupted. "I want your nectar in my mouth. I want to feel it splash onto my tongue and course down my throat." He was breathing heavily now, the tips of his fingers stroking Earnest's cock. "So if it's just for my sake, please don't hesitate."
"Ooh..." Earnest's body shuddered. "All right. Then if you don't mind..."
Darius began by gently wrapping his tongue around the tip. "Mmm..." he sighed. How long had it been since he'd tasted the salty flesh of another man? He ran his tongue along the underside of Earnest's naked stalk, moving slowly to tease him. When he felt Earnest's hands on the back of his head, he knew Earnest was moving into that reverie that comes over a man's mind when he's really enjoying what you're doing.
Darius then took Earnest's entire member into his mouth, moaning again at his masculine taste. He gripped Earnest's firm, full ass in both hands and moved his head back and forth along the shaft of his penis.
"Ngh...Darius..."
Darius knew Earnest was close and he moaned some more to encourage him. He let Earnest's cock slip out of his mouth just long enough to pant, "Give it to me," before taking it in again.
"D...Dari...ahh...!!" Earnest gripped Darius' hair, thrust himself deep into his throat, and shot his hot seed down Darius' waiting gullet.
Darius closed his eyes as he swallowed, imagining his belly filling with Earnest's come. He continued to suck long after Earnest had finished, coaxing every last bit of sperm from his deflated member. His own cock was throbbing impatiently, but he knew he had to give Earnest time to recover. He finally pulled his mouth away and took Earnest's hands in his. "Come. Lie down next to me. This night isn't over yet."
"You don't want me to return the favor?" Earnest asked, surprised.
"Earnest." Darius spoke softly as he leaned in close. "I want to feel you inside of me." The breathy longing in his voice came naturally--he wanted Earnest to take him so badly it was almost painful.
"Inside?" Earnest repeated. "You mean you want me to...stick my thing in your..."
"Don't say it like that. I want to yield to you. I want to feel completely controlled by you. I've waited so long for this, Earnest, please don't say no."
Earnest's body tensed against Darius' as Darius lightly ran his fingernails down his chest. "Darius," he gasped, "you'll have to bear with me. I've never done that before, and I--I'm not sure if I can. What if I hurt you?"
"It doesn't hurt," Darius insisted as his hand trailed further down Earnest's body. "I've done it before. With men who didn't care if they hurt me or not." He took Earnest's hand in his own and wrapped Earnest's fingers around his throbbing cock. "Feel how badly I want this. Feel how hot my entire body is."
"Darius..." Earnest's voice was thick with arousal, and he lowered himself onto Darius' body. "You're beautiful, you know that? I've always thought you were more enchanting than any other man I've seen." He kissed Darius again, murmuring into his mouth, "I thought something was wrong with me. But before I knew it, I...I wanted so badly to be with you like this."
Darius could feel that Earnest was hardening again as well. He whimpered, then cried out as Earnest gently nibbled at the crook of his neck. "Ah...Earnest..."
"You like to be treated a little roughly, don't you?" Earnest whispered.
"Yes...oh, gods, yes, Earnest," he whined as Earnest planted little love bites along his collarbone. "Yes, tease me, that's it. Just a little bit of pain. Just a little bit...!" He gripped the sheets as Earnest gently scraped his teeth against one of his nipples.
"They're so tiny, and hard as rocks." Earnest pressed the flat of his tongue against his nipple, then gave it little flicks with the tip. Then he bit down, just a little harder than Darius had expected.
"Ah! Oh, Earnest!" Darius wrapped his arms around Earnest's broad, muscular shoulders. "Please...Let me suck you again...just a little...I want you in me now!"
"Hmm..." There was a hint of sadism in Earnest's voice. "I don't think I'm ready just yet."
Darius groaned in frustration, but at the same time he was giddy with anticipation. "What do you want, Earnest? I'll do anything!"
Earnest kissed him again, and this time the kiss was demanding and possessive. Darius' mouth was being plundered by Earnest's tongue, which seemed to penetrate to his very soul. He broke away only moan "Darius" or "Damn" or "What are you doing to me?" Meanwhile, his hand gripped Darius' member, stroking him, but making sure not to stimulate him too much. Finally, he pulled away from Darius' mouth, and this time he was finished with kissing him for now.
Instead, he lowered his mouth to Darius' cock and began to suck him, hard.
"Ah..." Darius let out a loud cry. "Earnest!" His head was spinning. He was almost delirious with excitement. He knew he would lose control if Earnest kept going much longer, and he didn't want to come just yet. "P-please, Earnest. Please stop now. I don't want to come this way!"
Earnest stopped immediately. "Sorry."
"It's all right," Darius panted. "I just take a long time to recover once I release. Now please let me suck you again, just long enough to get you nice and wet so you can enter me."
"Are you sure you don't need something more slick, like oil?" Earnest asked as he crawled over to Darius' upper body.
"Yes, I'm sure." Darius placed his hands on Earnest's hips and accepted his cock into his mouth. It had what he liked to call a "glow" from having recently come, and it altered the taste ever so subtly. He longed to taste it some more, but Earnest was already getting too excited to last long.
“Mmm...hahhh...” Darius pulled away from Earnest’s member with an exaggerated gasp. “You taste so good. I’d do this every day for you, if you wanted me to.”
“If you’re not careful, I’m going to come just from you saying things like that,” Earnest chided, then returned to his position between Darius’ thighs. He pressed the tip of his cock against Darius’ entrance, then asked, “This is what you want? You’re ready now?”
“Yes. Do it quickly, before it dries up.”
Darius nearly jumped when Earnest entered him; it was so sudden and forceful. He moaned aloud in surprise and pleasure.
“Are you all right?” Earnest asked nervously.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“So what do I do now? Just do the same thing I would if you were a woman?”
“That’s right,” Darius said. It was becoming difficult to think. Now Earnest’s manhood was deep inside his body, holding him open. His insides clenched tightly around it as though seeking to prevent any further movement. “Take me...Take me now...” He was pleading now.
Earnest nodded and began to move inside him, thrusting as far into Darius as he could. Darius arched his back, moving his hips upward to meet Earnest’s movements. “Ah...Earnest...Earnest!” His eyes closed naturally, but before long he opened them again. Earnest’s eyes were on him, a look of both disbelief and excitement on his face.
“Pound me harder,” Darius begged. “I want to be ravaged, ripped apart, driven over the edge.”
Apparently Earnest had been holding back before now, because he suddenly switched to a much higher intensity and speed. Darius couldn’t take it anymore, and he grabbed his own penis and began to stroke it. He put the fingers of his other hand into his mouth, first sucking, then biting them as he masturbated furiously, no doubt putting on a delightful show for Earnest.
But Darius wasn’t thinking about Earnest right now. Everything--the war, his family, even his dearest friend--was gone from his mind except for this sweet, indescribable pleasure that always came with being fucked in the way he desperately needed. With a loud cry he came into his hand, thrashing about on the sheets until his body had finally had enough and limply fell back onto the mattress, spent and exhausted.
When Darius’ awareness returned to him, Earnest was pulling out, looking dead tired. “Damn, Darius,” he drawled as he fell down next to his friend. “I...I’ve never experienced such great sex in my life. That felt so good it was almost scary.”
“Mmm.” Darius felt his eyelids drooping. “I don’t want to go to sleep. When tomorrow comes, you’ll have to leave. I wish the world would end right now, so that I wouldn’t ever have to be without you again.”
Earnest kissed him on the forehead. “It’s only for a while. We’ll be together again soon. You’ll see.”
“Yes, I know.” Darius closed his eyes so Earnest wouldn’t have to see the sadness in them. “Just a little while.”
In his dreams, Darius saw two endless lines of soldiers, their swords drawn, ready for battle. And clear as day, he saw himself in one line and Earnest in another, their weapons pointed at one another. The day would come, he knew, when he and Earnest would be on opposite sides.
Even as he slept, he shuddered and tried to fight the feeling that only one of them would come out alive.
THE END
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