The Results of War
The Results of War
By: KellyCRocker59
Chapter Twenty-Five: In Which There is A Lot of Combat (But Still Tons of Yaoi)
Well, here we go; two more chapters to go. This is a MASSIVE chapter, so I hope it all turned out okay. Enjoy!
The next day, the battle against the Black Fang reached its peak. The entire army headed for the enemy, Hector walking near the front with Eliwood, Karel not too far behind. And then they reached the battlefield.
"Everyone, this is it!" Eliwood said, turning to the army.
"This is our biggest battle yet, and I expect all of you to fight as though it is your last." Hector said, turning beside the red-haired lord.
"You have all served us both well and loyally, and we appreciate everyone. But this is it. This is what we have fought for. Now let us finish the Black Fang off for good!"
The army roared, and they rushed into battle.
Plans had been made the night before to cover the battle strategy; the axe wielders were assigned to go north, the sword users to the west, and then the mounted and armored units were to head north west. Eliwood, Pent and Wil were going to stay behind with Merlinus and make sure that no enemy reinforcements appeared, as were expected. Priscilla rode quite a distance behind the groups, readying her physic staff when it was needed.
Raven hurried into battle, fighting alongside Harken, Karel, Hector, Jaffar, Matthew, and Legault. The enemies barraged them as soon as they were over the first bridge. Over two dozen myrmidons rushed toward them, all moving almost too quickly for Raven to keep up with their movements.
The mercenary swung out quickly, only managing to nick an enemy in the side. Harken was having as much trouble as he was, barely hitting any of the enemies. However, Karel, Jaffar and Hector were managing well, all three of them easily hacking down the enemies. Matthew and Legault jointly fought through the enemies, each building off of the other to kill the enemies.
However, as the mercenary tried to hit the enemies, he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly two myrmidons grabbed Karel, gripping the swordmaster still. Hector rushed to help the other male, but Jaffar grabbed him, pulling the lord back.
"Stop! What are you…"
Hector choked on his words as a huge arrow flew through the air and went right through Karel's chest, instantly killing the swordmaster.
"Lord Hector, keep fighting!" Harken ordered, taking a chance to behead one of the myrmidons that had been holding Karel.
The lord just stood there, staring at the fallen male. Jaffar, Matthew, and Legault all fought around him, trying to keep the male from harm. Then, he just fell to his knees.
"Lord Hector!" Matthew yelled.
"Don't bother; someone take him back to Merlinus." Jaffar said, slashing right through the middle of one of the last myrmidons.
"I'll go." Harken said, lifting the lord into his arms quickly and rushing through the group.
"Wait, Raven; take this!" Harken said, yanking something off of his belt and throwing it to the other male.
Raven caught it and before he could even see what it was, the object lit up and he felt it dissolving into him. The mercenary gasped and his entire body pulsed; he felt his muscles getting stronger, his eyes getting sharper, and then a shield materialized on his arm. He gripped his sword with one hand easily, and as the light faded, he felt a sense of power and speed like none that he had felt before.
"Come on, Raven; fight!" Legault hollered.
The hero looked forward to see the three other males left heading across the northern bridge. He hurried forward, feeling his legs lift him easily.
Oswin fought with Marcus, Wallace and Rath across the north western bridge, the enemies consisting almost completely of knights and generals. During a lull in the combat, Wallace spoke to Oswin, the two generals slightly behind the two mounted males.
"So, how are things between you and Lord Hector?" He asked.
"What are you talking about?" Oswin asked, looking around for enemies.
"Well, I saw him leave the lake, and then you leaving a bit later; you both seemed kinda stressed out."
"Well, whatever we had at one point is now gone, so it doesn't matter." Oswin said.
"You didn't move fast enough, did ya? Let me tell you something, Oswin; when you're dealing with younger people, you have to be able to move quickly. Hector wanted you to express how you felt, and you waited too long, so he found someone else. Now, if you're gonna prove that you really love him, then you have got to move faster."
"He has already made up his mind, Wallace. He doesn't want me."
"If he really had his mind made up, you would have left that lake a lot faster last night." The older general replied.
Oswin turned to the male, and Wallace nodded, as though confirming his statement.
"Thank you, Wallace." Was all the general said.
The axe wielders were up against the most enemies of the three groups. Hawkeye, Dorcas, Bartre and Dart all fought brutally, the enemies (consisting of all mounted units) numbering at around fifty per wave.
Hawkeye and Bartre both hurried ahead of the group, Dorcas and Dart fighting through enemies that were left behind.
"You are quite powerful." Hawkeye said, hacking through a paladin just as they crossed the second bridge.
"Thanks; I could say the same about ya'." Bartre said, cleaving through a fighter.
"I would like to speak to you when we return to camp." The berserker said, rounding the corner of the mountains before the warrior could reply.
Eliwood turned to Harken as the hero hurried over to them, Hector in his arms.
"What happened?" Eliwood asked, shocked.
"Karel was killed. Lord Hector is…well, he won't really do anything. I think that he's in a state of shock, milord."
"Well, thank you for bringing him to us; he doesn't need to be on the battlefield in that condition."
"I'll take him." Pent said, walking forward.
Harken deposited the lord into the sage's arms and nodded toward Eliwood.
"Thank you again, Harken. You may return to the battlefield." The lord said.
"Thank you, milord." The hero said, turning and hurrying back over the western bridge.
"I'll set him in the cart with Merlinus." Pent said, walking toward the transporter.
"Was Lord Hector…close to Karel, milord?" Wil asked from where he stood against a tree.
"Yes; he was very close to Karel, but I didn't expect him to ever go into this state of shock." Eliwood said, crossing his arms and looking at the ground.
"Well, when someone is so close to another, unexpected things tend to happen when that person is lost. That's what happens when you love someone, milord." Wil said, standing straight and looking over at where Pent was settling Hector into the cart.
"Love…" Eliwood whispered, and an image of Marcus appeared in his head…
Suddenly, there was a roar overhead. The three males looked up and saw seven wyverns plunging down toward them.
"Merlinus, get out of here! Go over the northern bridge!" Eliwood ordered, drawing his sword.
The three groups met up at the entrance to the temple, over a dozen myrmidons, as well as the leader, inside.
"Jaffar, Harken, Marcus; we will enter. Everyone else; remain here and watch for reinforcements." Hawkeye said.
The three chosen males drew to the berserker, and the four rushed into the temple.
The battle ended without any other casualties; there were several that were heavily wounded, however. After the battle, Eliwood chose Marcus, Harken, Dart, and Raven to accompany him to obtain the legendary blade Durandal. Back at camp, Bartre walked over to Hawkeye's tent. However, the berserker opened the tent flap before the warrior could knock.
"Come with me." The guardian said, exiting the tent and walking over toward the woods.
Bartre followed the larger male, who led him through several trees and into a small clearance. Hawkeye turned to him, closing the space between them and pulling at the warrior's shirt.
"Wait, what are ya…" Bartre fell silent as some odd wave of energy pulsed through him.
He lifted his arms for the berserker, who pulled the tunic off and then unbuckled his pants, pulling those off as well. Bartre was completely docile as Hawkeye pulled him to the ground with him, adjusting their legs so that they overlapped, Bartre settled in the guardian's lap.
Hawkeye thrust upward immediately and Bartre grunted, gripping the taller male's broad shoulders tightly as the berserker took no time in developing a powerful rhythm, gripping the male's hips gently as he drove himself up into the warrior.
Bartre was soon groaning as his head fell onto Hawkeye's shoulder, his eyes shut tight as the waves of pleasure shook his body powerfully. Hawkeye didn't make any noises, simply developing a thin sheen of sweat on his chest and forehead as he thrust into Bartre over and over again.
Bartre soon began to push down against Hawkeye's rising hips, craving the shaft deeper and deeper within him. The warrior was soon alternating between gasps and grunts as he shoved down against Hawkeye's thrusts, the berserker not slowing down.
Finally, Bartre groaned loudly and climaxed, legs digging into the grass as semen covered the two male's chests. Hawkeye filled Bartre's gasping form without flinching, thrusting in once more before pulling out and leaving Bartre to fall onto grass, panting.
"Thank you; the ancestors have granted me great strength." Hawkeye said, leaving.
Jaffar was standing against a tree when Geitz approached.
"Hey, you were awesome out there." The warrior said.
Jaffar nodded.
"What, no thanks?" Geitz questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Thank you." Jaffar replied.
"You don't seem like you talk much." The warrior said.
Jaffar shook his head.
"Well, come with me; I'd like to see if I can stand against you." Geitz said, turning and walking toward the lake near camp.
Jaffar hesitated, then stood straight and followed the taller male; he didn't have anything better to do.
They arrived at the lake and Geitz turned to Jaffar, who stood in the middle.
"Alright; we're just gonna face each other with our bare hands, just so neither one of us gets hurt. Just try to pin me."
The assassin nodded, and the warrior got into a good stance.
"Three, two, one, go!"
Before Geitz could flinch Jaffar was gone. Suddenly, there was a swift blow into between his shoulder blades and the warrior was forced to the ground. He tried to get up but something shoved him down.
"Alright, you win." Geitz said.
However, the assassin yanked at the warrior's pants, pulling them down. Geitz turned to see Jaffar pull down his own pants, and the assassin spit on his hand, rubbing it all over his manhood. Geitz didn't say anything, simply getting on his hands and knees for the assassin. However, Jaffar turned him over, the warrior lying on his back.
The assassin gripped both of the larger male's legs, thrusting in suddenly. Geitz gasped and his eyes locked with Jaffar's, the assassin pulling out and thrusting back in quickly. Geitz groaned as he sank in all the way, Jaffar developing a steady rhythm immediately.
The assassin was soon developing a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, Geitz sitting up on his elbows to watch as the assassin's hips moved swiftly, shaft thrusting in and out of him. The warrior's eyes locked once more with the assassin's, and he began to push back against the thrust, his body lightly shaking with pleasure.
Jaffar suddenly sped up immensely, the shadow of a grin developing on his face as Geitz threw his head back and gasped, sweat slickened hair sticking to his forehead. The assassin thrust in powerfully, slowing down only slightly so that each thrust was powerful.
Geitz climaxed without warning, semen pumping out of his shaft and falling into the thick patch of turquoise locks around his shaft, walls tightening around Jaffar's manhood. Jaffar lightly grunted once as he thrust in powerfully and came, filling the warrior with his seed.
The assassin pulled out and stood, drawing up his pants.
"That was…fun." Geitz said, smirking and standing.
Jaffar nodded, turning and leaving the warrior to pull his pants up.
That night, after the tragic events following Eliwood's return, was somber. Hawkeye was sitting in his tent when there was a knock on the flap.
"Come in." He said.
Priscilla entered the tent.
"Oh, Lady Priscilla; Raven is out eating." The guardian said.
"Actually, I came to speak with you, Hawkeye." The troubadour said.
"Oh; what is it?" He asked.
Priscilla sat down in front of the berserker, looking at him.
"Hawkeye, I believe that my brother is beginning to let his guard down around you." She said.
"I would hope that he would; I am here to protect him, and there is no reason for him to not trust me."
"I think you misunderstand me; my brother cares for you. He cares for you in a way that I haven't seen in him before."
"Oh…" Hawkeye said.
"I have seen what you do with many of the men." Priscilla said.
"My rituals?" Hawkeye asked.
"If that is what you call them. We call it sex."
Hawkeye nodded.
"Yes, I have heard it called that before."
"Well, you say you are here to protect Raven, and yet you have sex with half the army. I'm disappointed in you."
"Why? They are simple rituals; the ancestors grant me more power for battle…"
"No, Hawkeye; you can't just have sex with so many men when you are supposed to be here for my brother. That is not how relationships work."
Hawkeye looked at her curiously.
"Hawkeye, I know that you may think that those are just rituals, but they aren't. You are cheating on my brother each time you do that."
"Lady Priscilla..."
"Do you care for him?"
"I…don't quite understand what you are asking." Hawkeye replied.
Priscilla sighed.
"Never mind, Hawkeye. Just…don't do anymore of those rituals." She said, standing and leaving.
Raven was sitting on a log eating when Priscilla walked over to him.
"Brother, I would like to ask if you would participate in a plan of mine."
"Sure; what is it?" The mercenary asked.
Hector sat in his tent silently when there was a knock on his flap. There was a pause, and then it opened. Oswin walked in. The knight sat down next to the lord, and Hector turned to him, his eyes red from tears. The older male pulled the younger close, the lord leaning against him.
"Oswin…" Hector whispered.
The knight pulled the lord into his lap, and Hector laid his head against Oswin's chest. They sat there in silence, and then Hector drew his head up, looking at the knight. Oswin stared back at him, and the lord moved forward, their lips pressing together.
Hector moved his hands to the hem of Oswin's shirt as they moved with one another, the knight pulling back for a moment.
"You sure?" He asked.
Hector nodded, pulling the shirt up. Oswin lifted his arms for the lord, who threw the shirt off to the side. The lord kissed the knight again, his hands roaming the hairy expanse of the older male's chest. Oswin pulled Hector's shirt up and they parted only briefly so that it could be removed.
Hector then reached down, undoing Oswin's pants. They parted as the lord sank down slowly, lips trailing down the slowly thinning line of hair until it reached the older male's groin. Hector pulled the underwear down with the pants to reveal an erect shaft. He took it slowly into his mouth, and Oswin gasped, running a hand through the lord's hair.
Hector only did this a couple of times before Oswin gently lifted him off. The lord sat up and removed is own pants, the knight watching him. The younger male finished, leaving both of them naked. The older male pulled him forward and their lips pressed together once more, Oswin lifting Hector into his lap and adjusting his legs so that they were overlapped.
Their lips parted as Oswin pushed in, Hector gasping and gripping the knight's shoulders tightly; he was much larger then the others. But this also meant so much more. Oswin continued until he was in all the way. Their eyes were locked together as the knight pulled out and thrust back in, Hector gasping loudly.
They soon developed a steady rhythm, Oswin thrusting in slowly but powerfully, Hector moaning and throwing his head back. They began to sweat, and the knight gripped Hector's hands, their fingers interlocking as their movements gradually grew faster.
Sweat coated their bodies, and Hector gasped loudly, feeling Oswin thrust in particularly well. The two males continued until they were soaked in sweat, Hector climaxing and tightening around Oswin. He moaned out the knight's name loudly, and collapsed against the older male, Oswin thrusting in one more time before coming with a groan and filling Hector with his seed.
Oswin pulled out and fell backward, gripping Hector against his chest.
"That was…"
"Amazing." Hector finished.
Priscilla entered Hawkeye's tent again that night.
"Hawkeye, will you walk with me to the lake? I'm restless."
"Of course, Lady Priscilla; Raven hasn't yet returned.
"Thank you." She said, turning with a slight smile.
The two walked toward the pathway of trees, and then Priscilla stopped.
"Oh, I dropped the ring my mother gave me. Go on ahead, Hawkeye; I'll find it."
The guardian hesitated, but nodded and continued on. However, when he reached the parting of trees where the lake was, he stopped completely. There, on the grass, was Raven, completely naked and riding an equally naked Dorcas, the fighter's hand on the hero's hip as the red-head rode him fiercely, face colored with a slight blush.
Something jolted through Hawkeye, some sort of negative emotion, as he watched Raven gasping out Dorcas's name. This wasn't like any of the rituals that the guardian had had the hero participate in; this was different.
Without thinking, Hawkeye hurried forward and dismounted Raven, pulling the male into his arms.
"Hawkeye, what are you…"
"Do not touch him, Dorcas. Ever again." Hawkeye said with an intense level of anger.
The berserker grabbed the hero's clothes and hurried off away from the lake, passing Priscilla, who stood outside the path of trees, trying not to smirk at the success of her plan.
"I'm sorry, Lady Priscilla, but I can't go for a walk." Hawkeye said, not even turning toward her.
They reached their tent and Hawkeye set Raven down on his bedroll.
"What was that?" Hawkeye roared, angry in a way that Raven had never seen before.
"You have sex all the time. I…figured that I could too."
"What are you talking about? My rituals? Those aren't…"
"No, they're exactly the same, Hawkeye. If you fucking stick your dick into some other guy until you orgasm, that's sex." Raven said, turning red with anger now.
Hawkeye stood there, silent.
"I didn't realize…"
"How do you not realize that that's sex?" Raven snapped.
"No, I mean…it doesn't really feel that great to me. I mean, it feels pretty good, but it doesn't feel great." Hawkeye explained.
Raven couldn't help but think of how he had never seen the guardian so discomposed. This was really weird.
"Well, then let me show you what sex truly feels like; when you aren't doing it to get your ancestors' blessings."
The guardian watched as Raven reached forward, pulling at the larger male's cloth until it untied and came off, leaving Hawkeye, for the first time Raven had ever seen, naked. Raven pulled Hawkeye down to the ground, the berserker getting on his knees.
Raven then leaned forward, pressing their lips together. Hawkeye actually flinched, not suspecting this. Raven chuckled against the larger male's mouth, deepening the kiss. The hero then guided Hawkeye back so that he was on the bedroll. Raven pulled away and Hawkeye was gasping.
"That was…" The guardian began.
"Not sex. Yet." The red-head finished.
The younger male then pushed the older back so that he fell onto his back. Hawkeye laid there and Raven crawled onto him, positioning him. Then, slowly, he sank down. Hawkeye gasped loudly, Raven gritting his teeth as the huge shaft slid into his already-prepared hole.
Finally, Raven sank down so that Hawkeye was buried to the hilt.
"So this is…how it really feels?" Hawkeye asked.
Raven nodded, and then slowly sat up before pushing down again, moaning. Hawkeye grunted in shock, and the hero began to ride him, moving up and down on the shaft. Hawkeye gripped Raven's hips and pushed up against the smaller male.
Soon, they were both sweating, Hawkeye having never felt so much pleasure. He thought briefly that the ancestors might have limited the amount of pleasure he felt so that his first time without them would be special. And this was.
Soon, Hawkeye was bucking against Raven's moving hips, craving the pleasure that this brought. Finally, Raven gasped and tightened around the manhood, falling forward and resting his hands on the guardian's chest. Semen shot out and covered the blonde's belly, Hawkeye shoving up one more time and groaning loudly, filling Raven with his seed.
The guardian pulled out and Raven fell against Hawkeye, both males panting.
"So…that's real sex." The guardian said.
"Yeah."
Hawkeye pulled Raven close, and the red-head blushed.
"Your sister asked me earlier if I cared for you." Hawkeye began.
"And?" Raven asked.
"If love is what she meant, then yes, I care for you." He finished.
Raven blushed deeply.
"I love you too, Hawkeye."