The Results of War
By: KellyCRocker59
Chapter Ten: Passion of the Night
Bet you thought I'd forgotten about this fanfic; nope! Well, thanks for waiting patiently, and here you go.
Eliwood unsheathed his rapier as he prepared for battle. The death of his father still weighed heavily on his heart, but he was ready to fight until the end. Only eight other members of the army besides Hector and himself had awakened at the noise; Marcus and Oswin (naturally), Dart, Raven, Priscilla, Wil, and Legault. He turned to the small group and nodded.
"Prepare yourselves; the enemy seems to be taking advantage of the darkness. Priscilla, do you still have that torch staff?"
The troubadour nodded.
"Good. Now, Marcus and Oswin, you guard Merlinus. Raven, you take Dart and southwest with Wil behind you; I remember a ballista being over in that direction. Legault, are you a good fighter?"
The thief smirked and nodded.
"Good. Cover Priscilla and make your way to any place where there have been injuries, since you can see further in the dark."
The group nodded, and they headed to their spots. Hector and Bartre turned to him.
"Eliwood, where are we going?" Hector asked.
"Straight forward." Eliwood said, swiping his rapier at the air.
"Lord Eliwood!" A voice cried.
The lord turned to the voice to see Ninian emerge from the house.
"Ninian, please; go back into the house." Eliwood said.
She shook her head.
"No; I will fight with you, milord."
"Ninian, I can't allow that. Please; not during this battle."
She looked as though she might cry, but Eliwood didn't want an innocent girl to get hurt.
"Lord Eliwood, if you promise that I may during the next battle…"
He nodded.
"Okay. But I will fight in the next battle, milord, regardless of what you say then."
She retreated back to the house, and Eliwood sighed; he hated hurting anyone.
"Well, let's go." Eliwood said.
The battle went on slowly, everyone cautious in the night. However, they fought their way through the enemies without much trouble. Hector took off, heading to the arena to fight and win some money. This left Eliwood and Bartre alone.
"Well, we should probably go warn some of the villagers back from where we were about the danger; there might be some enemies that show up later."
The fighter nodded, and they headed back toward the west. They walked through a narrow northern passage to a small house. However, there was no one there.
"Let's just rest a little while in the alley; I'm pretty tired." Eliwood said.
"Yeah, Lord Eliwood; sounds like a good idea." Bartre said, and both of them sat against the tall stone wall.
"You know, Bartre, you've always been a very loyal fighter; I really respect that." Eliwood said.
Bartre grinned.
"Thanks. I really enjoy serving you."
Eliwood smiled.
"I should think of something to do for you as a gift. Oh, I know." The lord said, slowly getting down on the ground and sinking in between Bartre's legs.
The fighter didn't move as the lord unzipped his pants and pulled open his underwear, revealing a limp, hairy manhood. Eliwood took it in his hands, and Bartre pulled off his shirt, reaching down and turning Eliwood around so that the noble's groin was at the fighter's face. Eliwood slowly took the hardening shaft in his mouth, licking the sides and then sucking lightly on the head.
Bartre gasped, unbuttoning Eliwood's pants and pulling them off. The fighter ran his hands over the lord's hairy legs before taking his already hard shaft in his mouth. Eliwood moaned and sucked harder, his legs winding around Bartre's neck. The fighter reached around the younger man's sides and spread his butt cheeks with one hand, the other sliding into his mouth with Eliwood's shaft and getting wet.
Bartre pulled his fingers from his mouth as Eliwood sucked half of the manhood, fingers gripping the fighter's hairy calves. The fighter slid the lord's cheeks apart even further, and then slid a finger in. Eliwood didn't make a noise, hole already loose from previous sexual encounters. The fighter lapped around the younger man's shaft slowly as he slid the finger in and out, adding another quickly.
Eliwood shifted, Bartre taking the head of the shaft in his mouth as Eliwood sank so far on the shaft that his nose was buried in the soft brown pubic curls. Bartre then slid a third finger in, and Eliwood gasped, holding back a moan as the fingers immediately struck his prostate.
Eliwood began to slowly rock with the other man's movements, and then Bartre added a fourth finger. Eliwood cried out softly, and Bartre smiled, bobbing on and off of Eliwood's shaft. The lord adjusted quickly, the pain wearing off quickly through Bartre's administration to his manhood.
Bartre continued to thrust his fingers in and out of the lord, quickly adding his thumb and pushing his knuckles through the ring muscles. Eliwood popped off of Bartre's shaft and gripped his legs tightly in pain, the fighter showing no mercy as he continued the swift pace.
Eliwood adjusted more slowly this time, but did nonetheless. Bartre suckled the entire shaft in quick strokes as Eliwood returned to his shaft, both of them close to orgasm. Eliwood ground his teeth along the shaft and Bartre grunted, his fist moving even faster inside of his superior.
Eliwood came with a moan, semen filling Bartre's mouth, hole tightening. Bartre grunted and filled Eliwood's mouth with semen, the lord swallowing it. Bartre pulled his fist out, Eliwood collapsing on the ground. Both of them were exhausted, but they dressed and returned to combat regardless.
The battle ended and the group returned to the inn exhausted. Hector laid back on his bed, undressed and under the covers. Lately, he had been thinking about Oswin too much. He just couldn't get the knight out of his head, and the weirdest part was that he didn't know whether or not that was a bad thing.
There was suddenly a knock on the door, and Hector sat up.
Come in." He said.
To his shock and dismay, Oswin came in. The knight eyed Hector's form, covered only by a blanket, and then spoke.
"Hector, I need to talk to you about something." He said.
"What is it?" The lord asked.
"It's about…our relationship." The knight said rather uncharacteristically.
"Yeah…what about it?" Hector asked, wanting Oswin to say what was clearly on both of their minds.
"Well, I don't want what happened that night that before we met Lord Eliwood to come in between our…friendship."
"Friendship?" Hector asked with a smirk.
Oswin nodded.
"Though I know I have trouble conveying my emotions sometimes, I want you to be able to trust me with stuff. Like how you felt that night…"
Hector nodded, heart softening for the knight.
"I…agree." He said.
Oswin smiled and walked forward, standing beside Hector awkwardly for a moment before leaning down and pressing his lips to Hector's forehead.
"I…care about you, Hector." Oswin said.
The knight walked away, closing the door behind him; he left a confused lord wondering if friendship was enough.