Private Tales First Darkness, Last Light

[Fabien 'King' D'Amour]

Rhidian took King's hand as offered, and the fight was done. No more sucker punches to be delivered, just a moment of camaraderie between brothers-in-arms. So he thought. After all, no one had ever known how King thought. How Fabien thought. No one except Vittoria.

Girls came on to King all the time, and on the very rare occasion King would acquiesce to an advance. At the very least doing so kept up appearances. But boys? How was King meant to feel when Rhidian's grip on his hand suddenly became tender? How was he supposed to know how his breath would hitch when Rhidian pulled him in? How his body would react when Rhidian finally--fucking finally--seized a kiss from him.

Skin pressed on skin, the salty taste of sweat and blood imprinted itself on King's lips, and his hands instinctively slipped around Rhidian's waist. By all rights this was baffling, but the adrenaline that still coursed his veins and sheer fucking catharsis of this sudden move took over. Rationality was left by the wayside, replaced by buried need, made manifest as King softly bit Rhidian's lower lip.

 

[Rhidian]

He didn't know if he wanted to loose a breath from relief or from astonishment when King did not push him away, but instead embraced the reckless spirit that possessed him this night.

A fire was set inside him, and through their shared kiss, it only blazed hotter and bigger. It engulf them both. Rhidian pushed, guided, and pressed D'Amour into the rock face. They became one with the shadows that lingered there, and Rhidian allowed himself a brief moment of reprieve to take a shaking but deep breath before moving his lips to brush soft kisses along King's jaw.

It always felt more rewarding to receive the returned affections of a male than it was with females. They were too easy to pull, to play with, but they were more likely to play with his heart. Going after boys left little chance for such a thing to happen in his history with them.

Soon, his teeth was bared and grazed against King's ear. "Everyone back at camp... they're asleep?" Dawn was hours away, and with how much their group had been drinking before and after dinner, they wouldn't be rising as soon as the sun hit the horizon. Time, they had sweet time to themselves now.

 

[Fabien 'King' D'Amour]

This was all so sudden, and so opposed to every front that King put forward. Girls fell at King's feet, and King deemed them unworthy. He was fawned over and always took the utmost joy in toying with their little hearts before ultimately crushing them. Boys despised him for it. They envied him. They challenged him out of anger at their own impotence and got trounced, time after time.

Boys did not get the better of King...they didn't make moves on him...and they certainly didn't push him around so assertively, kiss as one of his weak spots, and leave him breathing raggedly while pressed against a cliffside in the middle of the night.

And yet...here he was. Enjoying every second of it. Plunging into the animality of it.

As Rhidian asked his simple question, King could do little but pant and nod with a soft and breathy
"Yes..."

 

[Rhidian]

Rhidian lifted his hands to brace against the wall, either side of King's head. It kept him a distance away, to stare at the male before him and take in every pretty feature. He hadn't ever seen King in the company of anyone else other than that dark haired girl that gave Rhidian a withering look once and made him never look their way again.

Until King was on his own, on this mission.

"I'm going to give you a chance to go back to your tent... or stay here and..." He didn't need to finish his words, not when his tone was wrapped in softness and hunger in need of sating.

 

[Fabien 'King' D'Amour]

King's breathing was shallow, his heartbeat pounding heavily. This feeling radiating off of Rhidian, this...wolfish greed...he enjoyed it. He enjoyed that it was directed at him. There was no way he was going to pass this by.

He hooked his fingers into a couple of Rhidian's belt loops and began to tug.
"I'm not going anywhere, Ser Dreadlord," he taunted Rhidian, egging him onward.

 

[Rhidian]

Rhidian stared at the other, breathing softly as his eyes wandered all over what he could see of King. He was handsome, but in a way that was almost bold and manicured and a far cry from what Rhidian thought had been his type of choice in males... but it was King's attitude that ensnared him.

To make Rhidian feel lesser, to be ridiculed, to challenge him to show him wrong. And Kress did Rhidian like being right all the time.

He leaned down his head, placing warm lips to the neck of King as his whispered words were spoken against it. "Ever kissed boys before?" Rhidian had before and during the Academy. Some sought him out, wooed him, or simply experimented. Rhid had always been curious and not one to be fussed by the opportunities knocking at his door. "Or am I your first?"

They had hours before anyone would wake up, and so he could take his time and enjoy this.

 

[Fabien 'King' D'Amour]

Rhidian elicited soft and stimulated hums from King as he delivered his ministrations along King's neck. It felt wonderful, but it also frustrated him. Maddening teasing, it was, and King ran his nails down Rhidian's well-muscled back.

King had no idea what other young men got up to at the Academy, only what he knew they'd likely say if he didn't uphold appearances. It was endlessly irritating that he could not express himself the way he really wanted to, enjoy the forbidden fruits of his attractions. There was catharsis in this moment.

"Take what satisfaction you can in this conquest, Ser Dreadlord," he admitted, a mixture of amused and annoyed. "You're treading unwalked grounds."

The hand that had tugged at Rhidian's pants yanked once more, while the other moved to weave its fingers through his soft, curled locks.
"Does that please you?"

 

[Rhidian]

He wanted his confidence to remain, but in truth, Rhidian felt like an imposter getting into this situation. It was unlike him to be so... was there another word softer than predatory? Did he not lure and taunt King until he could quiet his need for connection?

But thinking of this made him think of the girl that broke his heart. The girl that was destined for something more and greater than the likes of him. He came from some far off city she wouldn't be caught dead living in, so... it had been for the best, hadn't it? And thinking of Odessa only had him feeling the pent up energy from earlier, and newly ignited his fire.

So Rhidian snaked a hand behind King's neck, pulled his face to his own and captured his lips to a silence between them. He knew the cliff face behind King wasn't smooth, but that did not stop Rhidian from pressing him impossibly closer into it, trapping him to the spot so that Rhidian could have his fun.

"You handing over power to me, D'Amour?" Rhidian was not one to typically enjoy being above someone... to tell them what to do... but why did this moment seem sweeter? More craved by him than any other way? Perhaps he hadn't kissed a boy that didn't hold themselves to such a high standard...