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Chapter Fourteen – Caught

Back bowed to keep mouths together and cock in place, Arnold slowed his thrusts to imitate the gentle love-making from that previous night. David was right – it was torture to hold back. Everything in his flesh and skin screamed for him to pound and bite and scratch until they practically melded into a beast with two backs, but the temporary satisfaction wouldn't be worth the damage caused. He grunted unhappily as their sweating foreheads slipped past one another and he found himself buried in the crook of David's neck instead. He sucked out a shivered moan from that flash of throat and his body gave in at the sound, spilling his seed inside the swollen hole below.

"Mate," David breathed out. "Smeg, why did I wait twenty-three years to try THAT out?"

"Well," Arnold sighed back, "for one thing I would hope that for the first sixteen or so you would be unavailable for such activities with any gender."

"More like twelve." David smiled sheepishly as Arnold lifted his head with a concerned frown upon his brow. "Shocked?"

More like jealous. Not that Arnold wanted to have lost his virginity at twelve, but the opportunity to do so might have been nice. The truth was far more humiliating. "I lost mine to the kingdom's top female gladiator," he said, though he omitted that it had only been the previous year.

"Sounds like you didn't enjoy it."

"It was brief, and that's being kind to myself. Not to mention she'd just come back from a day's worth of bouts and I think her head had met with something heavy and blunt a few too many times over the course." His head fell back onto David's chest. "I don't think she even remembers."

"That's smegged up."

"Indeed."

The pair jumped at the sound of a loud wail from the doorway. Kryten was close to a tantrum. "Oh sirs! How could you do it without me?"

"More like how could we do it with…" Arnold muttered and draped their discarded clothing around them for modesty's sake.

The elf continued to scold them about doing such things in the open. He had a point. Any of the guards could have walked in and then they would have all been for the chop. They said their subdued sorries, looking remorseful enough that Kryten allowed David to eat in peace after washing the oil away – Arnold taking care of his own mess before returning to his duties at the door with a wistful glance back.

A few hours passed without further ado until Arnold's body went rigid at the sight of Kristine escorting the servant girls back to the Waiting Room. It was time and he was sick to the stomach, but that was probably nothing compared to how David felt. Not that the thought made him feel better.

Worse. Definitely.

"Ma'am," he said as she approached.

"Oh? On better behaviour tonight, are we?"

"Yes, ma'am." He was too ill to argue. Too ill to notice her expression was not all that dissimilar. He granted them access and took his place back in front of the door. He simply could not watch the preparations.

David stood numbly as he was fussed over. The scented oil stung his skin a bit and they seemed to have pulled the costume in tighter than before.

"De-emphasise that thing," said Kristine, glancing at his crotch. "His Majesty might get a complex."

"Poor Kingy-poos," said David. 'That thing' was promptly tucked away in an awkward position and he jerked his head to the side in a pained hiss.

Kristine narrowed her eyes and took a step forward. "What is that mark on your neck?"

David hid the patch of flesh. He didn't need a mirror to know what she was talking about. The fresh, raw love-bite from his guard. "Mosquitoes, babe – all over the place in this country."

"Cover it," she told the girls and they swiftly patted his neck with foundation.