"I remember."
Dust's voice was so soft Fidget had almost missed it, sloppily making her s'mores at the fire as he read the map, excited they'd found chocolate. But when she turned her head, his eyes were somewhere else.
"What do you remember, Dust?" but her question fell on deaf ears.
"Cassius." Gaius growled, hand on the man's shoulder as he roughly guided him to the general's quarters. "My friend. Explain something." He then rolled a warmblood's head out of a sack, at Cassius' feet. His gut tightened.
"An infiltration in our ranks."
"Yes. Someone you knew, what did you know about this? I don't want to believe you'd betray me." Cassius wanted to retch; he'd trusted that head's owner.
"Nothing, I swear. He hid it well."
"Are you telling the truth." Gaius lifted the brim of the younger man's hat to watch his eyes. After seconds of unfaltering eye contact, the general was satisfied and crashed their mouths together. Cassius did not respond. "You know what happens when you lie, my friend…"
"I'm honest." He muttered, covering the clasp of his cape.
It was no use, Gaius easily moved his hands away and pulled it off. He didn't dare fight the general as he slowly, agonizingly, pulled away his layers and dropped them to the floor. As their pants started going as well, however, he spoke up.
"Gaius, I truly had no idea. Stop it."
"You don't give me commands, friend.. unless you're a sympathizer!" Suddenly, Cassius was pantsless, cold fear piercing him as Gaius rubbed his own considerable bulge.
"My general, please, I am innocent. I wasn't involved." The general was no longer listening, shoving the smaller body onto the mattress, yanking his tail out from between his legs. "Please! I can tell you anything! Stop!"
"You're so calm and cold on the battlefield, when really it's so easy to make you beg…"
Cassius felt cool oil being poured over his hole and buried his face in his arms. In a grunt and one rough thrust, Gaius was inside. He caressed the tail and ass in front of him, feeling the body tremble. He moved and quickly picked up pace, slapping against Cassius, who began crying begs.
"Take it, bitch. Damn you're tight.. just for me?" He laughed and grunted, panting, slapping and cries filling the room. "Shut up!" Gaius snarled, and Cassius was immediately silent, holding his breath. The general moved his hips harder, intertwining their fingers.
His other hand moved between the other's legs, slapping his limp member and receiving a yelp. With that Gaius came, grunting and filling the hole until it could take no more, kissing the back of Cassius' neck as he relaxed. "Good bitch."
When his sobs became audible again, the general pretended not to hear or notice the sheets soaked in tears.
"Dust." the nimbat repeated, touching his cheek. "What did you remember?"
"I…" he hesitated before looking away. "Just one more reason to kill that bastard general."