Woah...an update? To this story? It couldn't be...
But seriously, here it is. I know how long it's been coming. I have no excuses.
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"War?" I said, taken aback.
"With Begnion." Titania repeated before turning back to face the table.
I could see that she wanted to get back to the conversation, so I stood and quickly excused myself from the room. Once outside the war chamber I crossed to the opposite side of the corridor and sat against the wall.
War? What would they expect from me in this war? I'd basically been freeloading under the pretense of training since the morning I found myself on the field; I'd never thought I would actually have to fight someone. War meant too many things. It meant I would have to leave the safety of the base, it meant I would actually have to kill someone with the double blades I'd been so meaninglessly swinging on the practice field.
But on the other hand, how could I do anything but go with the mercenaries, wherever they went? They fed me, clothed me, gave me a place to sleep, took care of me, and even trained me, all without asking anything of me. I'd have to be a real bastard to up and leave when they might actually have a use for me.
With all this craziness I've been ignoring the most pressing matter of all; how the hell am I going to get home? Every time I've gone to sleep since I got here I've wondered if I'll wake up back home. And that map…it doesn't look like any landmass I've ever seen before.
What about my friends? I've been here for so long, and so much has happened. I can't keep saying it's a dream anymore; it's just not possible. Oriel's probably sending the police a missing person's report, if he's not dead or in a hospital somewhere. I'd never forgive myself if he got hurt and I wasn't there to help him.
I ran my hands over my face for what must have been the millionth time. I wanted to scream my frustration to the empty halls, but I've never been one to participate in useless acts of anger, so I sigh instead.
When the door to the war room finally opened I snapped my head up. I expected the whole group of bigwigs to come spilling out, but it was just Titania and Soren. I stood and the little Sage glared at me.
"Why are you still here?" he snarls. Titania looks over at him, surprised, and I can't help but feel a little hurt.
"Soren," says the red haired paladin, ignoring his outburst, "You get the practice field, mess hall, and rec rooms. I'll take Zero and the individual rooms."
He doesn't even acknowledge her, turning on his heal and heading in the direction of the mess hall. Titania sighs, but turns to me and smiles.
"Would you mind helping me gather the rest of the company? Ike called a meeting."
I nod.
We walk down the hall, opening doors and telling the mercenaries we found to gather in the war room. At first I found it slightly strange that no one asked the reason for the meeting, but then I realized that the excitement of news like this must dull when it was all just part of the job.
Soon we were all gathered in the meeting room, which I hadn't thought would be big enough, but just barely was. Ike was pacing in front of the big table, looking around at everyone. Soren stood by the commander, on his right, while Titania took the left. I was crushed in between Boyd and a big tiger laguz called Muriam.
"Alright, mercenaries," said Ike, stopping his pacing to stand at the head of the table, "We have been faced with a proposition. The bird tribes have requested our aid in an attack on Begnion. If we join them, we will be fighting to reclaim the Serenes forest from the empire, a task that will not be easily accomplished. I ask that you join me in this venture, and that you help me fight against the injustice that the Heron people have suffered. If you do not want to fight, I will not stop you from leaving."
I didn't really know what he was talking about, but I had long since decided that, whatever the fight might be, I would follow Ike and his mercenaries into it. I owed them for their help, and, even if I didn't, I wanted to spend my time in this foreign land doing something worthwhile, and anything the Greil Mercenaries did had to be just.
Everyone else seemed to agree on this point, and let out a savage roar of agreement. I joined the shout, and watched as Ike's eyes lit with the fire of battle; he was ready to lead us to war, and he would win. There were no doubts in my mind about that.
I looked over to where Soren was standing, and was surprised by the look of bitter hostility on his face. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I was too far away, and then orders started flying through the air.
I was placed in a group with Rhys, Rolf, Mia, Illyana, Calill, Marcia, Nephenee, and Mist, and we were ordered to get together the supplies needed by the healers and mages. We worked hard and fast, as did everyone else, and I was surprised to find that we were done before night fell. Just as the sun was starting to think about setting, we were ordered to eat, pack our own belongings, get a good night's sleep, and to be ready to roll in the morning.
Dinner was strangely quiet, as if everyone was thinking about how tomorrow would be, and I finished and headed back to the room quickly. Soren was absent, probably still helping someone with some preparation for the morning, so I flopped down in my bunk and tried to sleep. I tossed and turned for something like a half hour before giving up and staring into the dark; I was too tense, to riled up.
With a sigh, I made an executive decision to whack off to let off some steam. It wasn't hard; all I had to do was think of one of the many beautiful bishounen in camp and my dick would react instantly. It had been so long since I'd gotten any real action that I was starting to wonder if blue balls could cause any really lasting damage. That night, I borrowed the image of what I thought was going on before Leanne walked in on the Hawk King and the Heron Prince. It was easy to picture, since I had seen them both relatively naked. Reyson was so pretty, and Tibarn, though I'm not usually one for the rippling muscles etc., is a frickin' god.
I was just getting to the part where my breath comes hard and fast and I can hardly control myself when Soren's angry, possibly hurt face popped into my head. All I could think about is what he must have thought when he saw me playing around with the Heron Prince. Was he surprised? Did it embarrass him, or hurt his feelings? Was he jealous?
Out of these unsexy thoughts blooms the idea that maybe he was jealous, which sparks my lust back into being, and I end up orgasming to the thought of the little sage letting me have my way with him.
Sweaty, and sticky with cum, I lay still, reveling in the release. The door opened, and the object of my sexual fantasy came in, looking tired and thoroughly worn out. The high lip of the top bunk ensured that he didn't see my dick still hanging out, but I put it away anyways, and hoped that he didn't smell or somehow sense what I was doing.
"You look tired," I stated, leaning over to peer at him.
He gave me a jaded look before starting to slip out of the outer layer of his robes.
"I am tired," he replied, "My position requires that I do hard work."
I winced. "Sorry. Could I help you with something tomorrow? To lighten the work load?"
He rolled his eyes and sighed, now in only his under-robe, which is merely a light cotton thing with long sleeves, moving over to his small desk.
"You are already assigned to a team. You have work to do." he said, turning his back to me to rearrange and pack his many books and tombs.
"They don't really need me," I argued, "I don't know enough about moving the group to do much except for carrying things and following orders."
He sighed again. "Rhys will have orders for you in the morning."
"I would rather follow your orders."
The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, and Soren turned to look blankly up at me. His eyes had something in them, though, and I couldn't help but continue.
"I'm sorry about today," I said, "With Rayson. I was just playing around."
He flushed and turned away. "Your idea of 'play' is vulgar."
"I wasn't trying to make you mad. Or embarrass you. Or hurt your feelings."
He was silent, and returned to dealing with his books.
"Please don't be angry with me."
Without turning around, he answered me. "I am not angry."
I smiled, glad to have this conformation.
"But," he said, whipping around to look sternly up at me, "Don't do that again. As beautiful as you may find the Heron, a tryst with him is not worth the consequences. Do not endanger our relations with the Laguz Bird tribes."
He stood for a moment, frowning at me, before adding an afterthought.
"Also, I do not wish to have to clean bits of you off the floor after the Hawk King is done with you if he finds out what you did."
For a moment, I did not know what to do. Then, I burst into laughter. The idea of having Tibarn angry with me was far from funny, but the way the little sage had reprimanded me was too much. He even allowed himself a small smile before turning back to finish his packing. I just sat and watched him for a time, waiting for the courage to speak again.
"Hey, Soren?" I finally said, "Please don't take this the wrong way, or respond yet. I just want you to think about what I'm going to say, alright?"
He stopped moving, not saying anything or turning to look at me.
"I'd like to kiss you some time. I won't force you or anything, if you don't want it, but please think about it."
For a long time, we just sat there, neither of us saying anything. Finally, he sighed and spoke.
"Go to bed," he advised, "Tomorrow is going to come too soon."
I followed his orders, but couldn't help but start laughing again at what he muttered next.
"And don't think I don't know what you were doing up there. You're disgusting."
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So, there it is. I know it's not worth the wait. I hope to work some sex in soon. And I'm not expecting any reviews, but thank you to anyone who is still bothering to read this after so long.
