The Results of War
The Results of War
By: KellyCRocker59
Chapter Twenty: Untitled
There's quite a bit of plot stuff that goes on in this chapter, so enjoy!
Hector sighed as Karel closed the door behind him, carrying a brown bag. It had been several days since the first time Karel had taken the lord outside of the building, and since then the younger male had become extremely potent with the sword.
The swordmaster walked over to the center of the room and sat down. Hector stood from where he sat against the wall and walked over to Karel, sitting across from the man. The older male opened the bag to reveal several apples, as well as a slab of meat. There was also a chunk of cheese.
The swordmaster divided the food evenly, giving each of them an apple, a large piece of meat, as well as a fair amount of cheese. They began eating, and silence ensued as it did every time. Hector was the first to speak as usual.
"So, you've never told me where you're from. You've never told me much, actually."
Karel swallowed his bite of meat before replying.
"I'm from the plains; that's all that you need to know."
"Why do you keep so many secrets?" The lord asked.
"Because if I told everything about myself, I would be vulnerable." The swordmaster responded, biting into his cheese.
"Well, I just don't think that you should keep so many things to yourself. It just doesn't really seem healthy."
"People only let you down, young Hector. You'd best remember that."
The lord that briefly of Eliwood, who had been his best friend for so many years. He would never let him down…would he? No, he would never do that.
"I trust my friends. They would never let anything happen to me." Hector retorted.
Karel smirked.
"Believe as you wish, Hector, but just know that one day your friends won't be there to protect you, and then what do you have? I had to save you from that bishop; if I hadn't been there, you wouldn't have escaped for days, if at all."
Hector just looked down, wanting to believe that he could make it on his own, but had he ever had to? He had been raised in the castle, and had always been protected then. When he was able to fight, Oswin was still there to guard him. Even just when he was with the army, there had been soldiers helping him. No matter how much he thought he was independent, he really wasn't at all.
Karel nodded, affirming his statement.
"That is why I am teaching you. I am training you to be able to fend for yourself."
"I'm done talking about me; what about you? There has to be some reason why you're alone…" Hector replied.
"I don't want to talk about it." Karel stated abruptly, returning to his food.
Hector looked up at the swordmaster, and saw an odd light in his eyes. What was he hiding?
Bartre awoke in the morning slower then usual, the previous battle taking a lot out of him. The fighter sat up and stretched before standing and walking out of his tent that was set up near the forest. He looked out into the woods and walked into them; he always enjoyed a walk in the forest near his village, and since the army wasn't packing up for a while, he could walk through the area for a bit.
However, as he started to walk, he heard a noise. The fighter turned to a bush that was rustling softly. Bartre walked cautiously over to it before pulling back the shrub. He jumped back when a rabbit tore through the open area. Matthew, a thief from the army, sprang out of the bush with a knife and darted after the animal. The rabbit didn't get far before Matthew caught it and killed the creature, holding it up triumphantly.
"Sorry 'bout that." Bartre said, scratching the back of his head.
"Oh, it's fine." Matthew said, walking over to the fighter, "It wasn't that fast anyway."
There was a short silence, and the fighter's eyes scanned over the thief's body; the small male had abandoned his shirt for only his cloak, bare chest covered in sweat. The fighter suddenly realized that he too was shirtless and only in his boxers after waking up.
Matthew looked at the larger male curiously, setting the dead rabbit down. The thief took another step forward so that they were standing so close that they were almost touching. The blonde reached up and felt the fighter's forehead.
"You're red, Bartre; you don't have a fever, so does that mean you're embarrassed about something?"
Bartre turned even redder, and Matthew smirked.
"Well, I have some time to kill…"
The thief reached down suddenly and parted the thick hair on Bartre's chest, leaning down and taking a nipple in his lips. The fighter groaned and allowed the thief to suckle on it, placing a large hand awkwardly on the blonde's hair. The two sank to their knees without much thought, Matthew pushing Bartre backward. The fighter fell on his back with a grunt, the thief moving down the larger male's body and removing his boxers, spreading his legs slowly, Bartre grunting again when Matthew took the head of his erection into his mouth.
The fighter groaned loudly and bent up a bit, fingers gripping the younger male's hair as he sank suddenly all the way to the hilt. Matthew did this a few more times, Bartre propping himself up on an elbow as he continued to grip the blonde's hair.
Matthew got off of the shaft suddenly and smiled up at the panting Bartre.
"Your turn." The thief said, lying back on the grass.
Bartre got on his knees and moved in between the smaller male's legs, slowly pulling them apart and placing them on his shoulders. He edged forward, prodding the slightly loose hole with the tip of his shaft, Matthew shoving back powerfully and causing the head to slide in. Bartre grunted at this and then took a moment before slowly sliding deeper, halfway in.
Matthew was relaxed as the fighter sank even further, to the hilt. However, as the larger male pulled out and aimed at an angle, Matthew gasped, feeling his prostate struck. Bartre pulled out and thrust in, causing the thief to gasp once more. The fighter developed a steady rhythm of thrusting as Matthew laid completely still moaning and short gasps issuing from his smaller form.
Bartre began to speed up soon, Matthew arching up with the thrusts. The thief started to push back and soon the two males were moving fast, Bartre feeling his knees sliding against the slightly moist dirt. Bartre gripped Matthew ankles and pulled his legs even further apart, using them to shove forward even faster.
Sweat covered Bartre brow as he gritted his teeth, making the thief lying on the ground cry out in pleasure. Finally, the fighter threw his head back and came inside the blonde with a groan, Matthew gasping as he felt the warm semen coat his walls, constricting around the shaft and causing semen to cover his belly.
Bartre pulled out and stood, helping Matthew up.
"That was nice; you seem to have quite a bit of experience." The thief said with a smile as he pulled on his clothes.
"Naw; just up for a good time every once in a while." Bartre said, pulling on his boxers.
However, as the two men got ready to go back to camp, they heard a scream. They turned to see the sniper Louise fall to the ground, body sizzling. Her left arm and feet had been tore off, and her skin was almost black.
Matthew ran forward and grabbed the woman, her eyes slowly clouding over. Bartre ran toward the woods, but stopped as saw the assailant drifting into the air. The woman was lithe with dark purple hair and garbed in black robes. She threw something at the fighter, and Bartre dodged in time to see the object, a piece of bark hitting the ground lightly into the ground.
Bartre leaned down and turned it over, a note carved in white on it. It said, 'A consequence for rebellion.'