The Results of War
Chapter One:The Beginning
By:KellyCRocker59
Hector felt his mind swimming with questions as he fought the knight whose name was Wire, back to the wall of the Castle. The knight launched his spear forward, and the lord dodged quickly. Hector quickly swung his axe with all of his might as the man tried to recover, steel connecting with flesh as the knight was beheaded.
Hector turned to see Matthew emerge from the castle, two vulneraries and a red gem in his arms. The two men turned to leave, and saw Oswin coming toward their destination as quickly as his armor would allow, face worried.
"Lord Hector, are you alright? I just witnessed your fight with that knight. What happened?" He asked in surprise.
"Some men attacked us, but we took care of them. Everything's okay, Oswin." The lord said.
"Matthew, you did very well protecting Lord Hector in my absence. Thank you." Oswin said, turning to the thief.
Matthew nodded.
"Well, we should get going. We're heading to Santaruz." Oswin said.
The group of three headed to Santaruz, camping in the woods several yards away from a small pond. Hector went to take a short drench, Oswin going with him just to make sure he would be safe. Matthew stayed behind, wanting to go to sleep early.
"You really didn't have to come, Oswin." Hector said, stripping down in front of his knight.
"I believe I did, milord. I need to make sure that you stay safe, no matter what." He said in a very formal voice.
Hector slid into the water, sighing at its clean and gentle warmth.
"Oswin, why don't you take a soak? It's really relaxing." The lord said, turning to the older man.
Oswin sighed.
"Milord, my duty is to protect you." He said.
"Just lay your lance right by the side of the pool. That way, if someone comes you can grab it quickly." Hector insisted.
He was tired of seeing the man so formal and stiff all the time.
"Milord..." Oswin said.
"Oswin, it is an order." Hector said, using his position against the other man.
The knight sighed.
"Alright, if it makes you happy."
Oswin stripped, revealing a toned chest that was covered in brushes of brown hairs. Hector had never seen the man without his armor, and didn't realize how much the armor seemed to make Oswin look overweight. The man was broad-shouldered, and was larger than his lord, but much smaller with the armor off.
Oswin placed his lance at the side of the pool, and slowly sank in, sighing rather uncharacteristically.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Hector asked, swimming over and circling the older man.
Oswin nodded.
"Very good."
Hector sighed, mind wondering to the events that had taken place. He knew that his brother was very ill; did that have something to do with the enemies coming to the castle? His mind traveled to what a doctor had said last time he had checked his brother; he didn't have long to live.
The thought caused Hector's mind to spin and his stomach to drop. Soon, his brother would die; he would be all alone. He felt a tear slide down his cheek, and then another, and another. Soon he was crying rather hard.
"Hector?" Oswin asked, standing by him, forgotten.
The lord turned to the other man and, without thinking, wrapped his arms around the man's neck, clinging to him.
"M-Milord?" Oswin asked, startled.
"C-Cut the crap, Oswin. Please, just hold me." The lord sniffed, and felt strong arms encircle him.
They stood there for awhile, silent, before Oswin spoke.
"This is about your brother, isn't it?" He asked.
Hector nodded. Oswin had been one of the few who had been told about the Marquess's illness.
"I-I just don't want him to leave me, Oswin. If he leaves, then I won't have anyone."
"Y-You will have me, Hector." Oswin said quietly.
Hector pulled back from the man's hold to look into his eyes.
"O-Oswin..." Hector whispered.
And then it happened. It was purely out of pain and instinct that it happened, that was all. Hector leaned forward, and Oswin didn't resist. Their lips met, and their tongues fought. Hector felt himself getting aroused, and moaned as Oswin moved to suck on his collarbone.
Oswin then carried the lord over to the rocks, setting him against the rocks so that his back was to the rocks. Hector entwined his legs around Oswin's back, putting both his hands on the rocks so that he was balanced.
Oswin positioned himself, and then slid into the lord. The two men groaned at the new sensation, and Oswin slowly pulled out before pushing back in, hands holding Hector's hips. The knight pulled out and then slid in all the way, hitting Hector's nerves.
The lord gripped the rocks tightly, moaning.
"Oswin..." He moaned, and the knight slowly began to build a pace.
Hector shoved his heels into Oswin's back as the knight positioned himself so that he hit the nerves each time.
"Oswin..." Hector groaned, now gripping the rocks so that his knuckles went white.
The knight began to slowly speed up the rhythm, until they were both panting. Hector fell back on the rocks, gripping the rocks firmly.
"O-Oswin!" He moaned as his knight began slamming into him.
Then, the knight grabbed the lord's throbbing manhood, pumping it in time with his thrusts.
"O-Oswin...please...faster!" He moaned.
The knight complied, pulling Hector off of the rocks so that he was placed tightly against his knight. The lord wrapped his arms around the man's neck, bobbing up and down in rhythm with the man's thrusts.
"Hector..." Oswin groaned.
"O-Oswin..." Hector groaned.
The two men began panting, and Oswin hurried over to the rocks, setting Hector down on the rocks.
"Oswin!" Hector cried, releasing his orgasm, his walls tightening around the man's erection, hot semen covering their chests.
"Hector!" Oswin cried, giving one final hard slam into the lord as he released within the man.
Hector collapsed on the rocks as the knight pulled out. Oswin got up on the rocks, laying beside the man.
"What does this mean, Oswin?" Hector asked, breathing heavily after the ordeal.
He had never thought about his sexuality, but now that it was in question, he didn't know. That had felt so good; he didn't know if he could give it up.
"I was merely...comforting you, milord." Oswin said, also panting, yet trying to stay formal.
Hector didn't blame him; it helped make their boundaries more real.
"Alright, then. We stay friends." Hector said.
He felt Oswin nod beside him.
"But...we are friends tomorrow." He said, and he turned to his knight.
Oswin didn't object as the lord slowly mounted him. They spent the rest of the night moaning and groaning in their lovemaking.
Okay, my first mature fic! Tell me what you think!