Chapter 3, the youngest member of the king's parliament.
Our swords clash together, steel ageist steel. Thrust, counter, thrust again, then parries another blow. Our deadly match dragging on and on the sun slowly rising. The
pure ring of our swords ringing through the still morning air. Sweat rolls down our faces, the dirt streaked by the paths it takes. My raven hair opponent's smile never
leaves his face, the joy in this battle shining through his deep indigo eyes. I thrust he side steps my attack laughing.
I quickly knock his leg out from under him, causing him to reel back and fall on his back, the air could be heard rushing out of him. The impact caused his sword to be
thrown out of his hand, skidding a few feet then resting out of my opponents reach. I let my swords point graze his pulsing vein in his neck. Both of us breathing hard,
"What say you? Do you cry defeat, Michael?" I pant. He laughs and breaths, "I surrender my lord!" we both laugh and I toss my sword to the side and reach my hand
out to help him up. My guard down, Michael grabs my hand and pulls me down turning our match from sword to wrestling. In a matter of moments he pins me, our
breathing now coming in hard pants we just stare at each other. My stark blue into his deep indigo pools, the light in his eyes change to a soft gentle light. He smiles
coyly at me; I feel my face flush and burn. He leans close and my face burns more, those deep indigo pools now burning a growing fire, the intensity of his gaze pulling
at my self control.
My pulse speeds as he inches closer, ever more closer. "Hnn… are you being shy with me, Corin? You know I don't bite…." He breaths, letting our lips brush softly, "well
at lest I don't bite Hard…" I let out a shaky breath, closing, my eyes at his words and his touch.
(Flash back)
Michael and I just got done with our normal training session; I was sitting on a beam cleaning my armor. I was bear of any clothing other then the usual loincloth, my
muscles shaped and glisten in the light from a window above. A cool damp cloth touches my skin and moves down my back, I shiver and jump at the same time,
dropping my armor. A soft laugh reaches my ears and I turn to see Michael standing behind me with the cloth. My face turns red in a dark blush, for Michael was naked.
My eyes, with a mind of their own, slowly roams down his toned body. He doesn't move, letting me gaze at him, and to add to my humiliation my eyes on their way back
up his body stop at his waist, transfixed on his hardened manhood. I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke, my eyes quickly averting to his face, "Like what
you see, Corin?" he grins, placing his hands on his hips almost drawing my eyes back to his large member.
My face burns and I turn away, "W-why would you t-think I would? I am a man, I do not think t-that -" I stutter then gasp. Michael's cold hands touch my shoulders, his
fingers kneading my tense muscles slowly, "And then why do you react to my touch?" his voice a low deep growl in my ear, soft lips brush the skin. I shudder and relax
slightly with out meaning to. My thoughts becoming muddled as his hands slowly move down my back, moving closer and closer to my waist. A loud moan escapes my
lips, making both Michael and myself freeze.
I turn and look back at him, but freeze again by the look in his eyes. His eyes when dark with lust, the passion was like fire burning in his indigo pools. He wraps his
arms around my waist and pulls me agenst his body. He swiftly starts nipping and kissing below my ear. His soft lips trailing slowly towards mine. My mind was
screaming for this to stop yet my body ignored my mind and turned to Michael hungrily I press my lips to his, my eyes now closed. He responds by roughly kissing back
and gripping the back of my neck to keep the kiss going.
(End of Flash back)
The teasing touch of his tongue brings me back to the present, the taste of him woke me from the trance I was in. I push him away, reminding myself of the danger if
we where seen, I pant and mutter breathlessly "Michael ….w-we need to s-stop or p-people could s-see us…" he looks down at me, a flash of haterd then pain run
through his eyes. Confusion shows through my eyes questioning him. We get up and Michael leads me into the shed.
Once we are in the shed with the doors closed and locked behind us, I open my mouth to ask him about the look from earlier but get cut off. Michael turns around and
smashes his lips to mine, his eyes closed tight but in the dim light I could see tears rolling down his cheeks. The suddenness of his kiss and the tears confused me
more, I pull away and try to talk wall trying to catch my breath but gasp and moan when I feel his teeth on my neck biting at the sensitive skin. His hot hands slip under
my chain mail, the light touch sending shivers up my spine.
"Michael! S-stop!" I gasp. He doesn't respond, I fight to push him off of me. I succeed and quickly before he could come at me again I punch him as hard as I could in
the jaw. He stumbles back and holds his jaw, the anguish back in his eyes. I lean agenst the wall panting and staring at him. Tears begin to flow down his face,
suddenly he crumples and raking sobs shake his body. "I…I am sorry….so so sorry, Corin…" he whimpers. "I am a cowred and a horrid man. I am in love with some one
else…." He looks up at me, eyes bringing in sorrow filled tears. I let out a small breath and mutter, "you are inlove with some one else…" he nods and bows his head.
"I am sorry… we where lovers but I found some one who my heart yerns for. You look like him…" he whispers, a qeustion burning in his sad eyes. I reconized the
unspoken qeustion and smile gently, "we where lovers who didn't feel that way towords each other…." I choke out, forcing a kind smile on my face even though my
heart hurt. "Y-you showed me a different side of me that I would never have found with out you." He about tackles me in a hug from the joy my andser gave him, I hug
back hard wishing that my heart would stop hurting.
After 10 minutes or so of hugging he finnaly lets go and we get washed and dressed in our livlerly. Hours later we meet befor supper as I was about to walk into the
banquet hall just as he was leaving. He was so exited he almost ran me over. With an exited yell he grabs my shoulders and in a hurried and joyful voice he shouts, "
My friend! Your 21st birthday is coming up and you are coming with me till then! Your father agreed! We leave at noon tommarow!" I grin pure happyness radeating
from me and I bust into the banquet hall, all conversation stops as I run to my fathers side. He eyes me with disaproval then outrage when I clasp his hand in mine.
"thank you father thank, you so much!" He clears his throat and pulls his hand out of mine then lightly pats mine, his voice dry and rough, " Ahh, yes. Your veiw on the
commenares will help you as you aid our king. When you return I shall have a grand suprize waiting for you that I know you will enjoy…" As dinner pregressed the
conversation seemed to revole around what I like, disliked and all my intersets. Confused at all the qeustions about only me I tried to keep the topics on art, music,
beauty, and sword play. After acouple hours my father stands, we all rise quickly after, "well I bid you all a good night." He wheezes and we all head to our bed rooms.
In the morning we readyed our horses and loaded our bags. My father sent a younge pretty maid to give me a large purse filledwith gold, for lodging and food. We
saddled the horses and then at the first strock of noon and rode away. Michael told me we would go to a tavern his 'angel'(the one micheal felt his heart yern for) was
possibly going to be. We rode all day till the lighted windows of the inn where we payed for a room then went down for dinner.