Forbidden

SOK Drabbles

Friedrich (x) Sergei

Forbidden Pleasures

Night had finally fallen, and everything and everyone in Kells was silent. Slumber took a hold on all of the villagers, monks, and refugee; all except Brother Friedrich, the German illuminator.

Friedrich took a few quick glances outside his hut, making sure all was clear and praying that he would not be seen. All the monk's huts were stationed on either side of the scriptorium; when Friedrich crept out of his hut he quickly slinked to the other side of the scriptorium. His destination was the last hut at the very end.

His footsteps fell lightly on the dewy earth as he treaded softly over to his destination. Friedrich slowly pulled back the flap to the hut and snuck inside. He approached the sleeping form on the cot and leaned over it. Friedrich's fingers played with the thick, dark hair, savoring the softness of it. He then gently tugged on one ear peeking out of the black tresses. The sleeping form mumbled and turned over to face Friedrich. Friedrich giggled softly as he saw the other man's pale eyes widen in silent surprise.

But the surprise quickly went away as a soft smile ghosted over Sergei's lips. Sergei sat up and gently took Friedrich's outstretched hand and guided him over onto the cot.

Clothes were quickly discarded and flesh met flesh. Mouths sought each other out as the heat was built up between the two men. Cries and moans were suppressed with great difficulty in order not to alert anyone who might be nearby.

Heated kisses were exchanged as hands pursued the most sensitive and precious of areas. Friedrich whispered Sergei's name repeatedly as if it were a prayer.

Monks were forbidden from indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, and it was an even graver sin for a man to lay with another man. However, such things were too far away from their minds as ecstasy took over them. Friedrich subdued his yelps as Sergei entered him, he then clung to Sergei desperately as pain and pleasure took hold.

Whispers and soft moans both in German and Russian poured from their lips. Sergei did his best to be tender and soothing, trying to hold back his urge to just ravish and ride Friedrich. It was becoming more problematic as their climaxes were nearing.

It was becoming too much for either one. A final burst of bliss, ecstasy, and passion pulsated through their bodies before both Sergei and Friedrich collapsed together. Both had their arms wrapped around the other.

Soon, Sergei reluctantly pulled out of Friedrich and allowed him to get out of the cot. Friedrich slowly got dressed; Sergei's gaze never left him. With one final kiss, Friedrich left Sergei's hut and made his way back to his own.

There was a pang in Sergei's chest as he watched the German leave. He wanted to call out, beg him to stay. But he knew that if Friedrich did stay, there was a chance that they could be discovered. Sergei shuddered at the thought at what would happen to them if their secret were found out. He didn't want anything to happen to Friedrich. He…loved him. Yes, it was love. It couldn't be anything else.

Oh, how Sergei longed to just run out and catch the other man in his arms and carry him back. He couldn't, though, he just couldn't, and it hurt him more than anything. All he could do was wait till the next night and the night after and so on. True, during the day they would glance at each other, gently brush hands when no one was looking, and sneak off behind the scriptorium to exchange kisses, but it was at night when passions were exchanged. Still, even then they have to hold back, to keep from being heard and discovered.

That was the painful cycle, but it was all that they had. It's what they looked forward to. This was love.