NextHeaven: Ok, first of I'd like to give a big thanks to all those who reviewed, you keep my motivation growing strong! Secondly, I'd like to apologise if this chapter is rather long, perhaps too long. I'd thought about splitting it into two but it didn't seem to work, so here it is as one big chunk. This chapter may seem rather fragmentary as several things begin to pull together (Azel's feelings, Calintz's feelings, etc). Also, I'd like to warn readers sensitive to explicit scenes that there are some in this chapter (although I'm sure you'll all be pleased). Anyways, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 22
The following day things hadn't proved any easier for Calintz. They had traversed their way to the mythical castle said to be homed to the Water Shard. Azel hadn't attempted conversation at all and Calintz hadn't tried to initiate it. He hoped the boy had come to his senses, even if it meant he said nothing for a few days.
After trekking through the perilous floating islands they finally reached the castle, shrouded from view by massive sheets of cloud. It was an impressive building; huge expanses of sheer rock face served as its walls, tiny rectangular slits were the only evidence of windows. Looking up at it, its turrets obscured from view, Calintz felt an odd feeling. It was as if something was trying to tell him he shouldn't be here, that doing this would all end in definite catastrophe. But why would he think that when doing this would surely be the way to win the war against the Yason. This is stupid…it's probably only exhaustion and stress from all that I've had to deal with recently.
"So are we going in or not?" Haren huffed, hands on hips in his usual defiant manner.
"We have no idea what is inside," Eonis said. She was right, for all they knew there could be a dragon in there about to burn them all to cinders.
"We've come this far and I for one am not turning back. Once we have the shard we can be rid of this…place," Calintz said, spitting out the last word as if it were acid. He wanted to be away from here as fast as possible, everything about the place didn't seem natural. He noticed Azel stood apart from the group, arms crossed over his small chest, head down. A teenager in a huff…just what he needed on top of everything else.
"C'mon, we don't have all day," he ordered, taking the steps to the door two at a time.
Inside it was like a cavernous maze. The path glittered with ice crystals, the light refracting to catch of larger prisms hung from the ceiling or sprouting from the ground. What was more evident was the immediate drop in temperate, their breath coming out in short, hot puffs.
"Oh my…it's amazing…" Eonis said in wonderment.
"It's damn cold!" Haren exclaimed grasping his arms around his shoulders.
"So which way?" Calintz mused quietly. There were three pathways, each rounding a corner so as to obscure what was beyond.
"You're the Captain, you're suppose to know!"
Calintz sighed, why was everything always up to him? "I've never been here in my life and I'm no psychic either,"
"Bah! We're lost before we even started!"
"Enough Haren. Of course Calintz doesn't know this place. Let's just pick one at random, I'm sure they will all join up eventually," Eonis reasoned.
"Alright…let's take the one ahead,"
They had walked for quite some time, the ache of coldness in their bones growing ever stronger. There was no definite direction to their route, even if there had been it was now lost through the numerous twisting and turning corridors. Azel trailed behind, never saying a word, however he fought the monsters they encountered with a malice Calintz had never seen in the boy before. It was beginning to unsettle him, he didn't like one of his comrades being this distant. He knew he should talk to the boy when they got back but now they he knew Azel knew about his relationship with the General…it won't be so easy. He has ammunition to throw at me now…
"Aren't you missing something?" the person he had been thinking about startled him from his thoughts. They all turned to see Azel standing in the corridor a while back, motioning to his left. As they got closer, Calintz saw it was a hidden passageway, almost camouflaged in the wall.
"That must be the way! Well spotted Azel," Eonis praised, heading into the small corridor, the others following. Calintz was about to step through when he noticed Azel staring at him. He turned to look at the boy, but it was too late, Azel dropped his gaze and quickly went through. Was that anger I saw in his eyes?
It was soon evident that Azel was right. The tunnel began to grow larger and larger, until a massive set of frozen doors loomed ahead. Standing before them, Calintz traced his fingers along the thick, scarred ice. So this was it.
"Let's get this over and done with, I've had it up to here with this place!" Haren spat, clenching his fists into balls for whatever lay beyond the door.
"Haren calm down, we don't know if whatever is through there is hostile or not,"
"I can bet you it will be. You don't come all this way just to pick up the trophy and leave!"
Suddenly there was a shaking which knocked Calintz off his feet.
"The hell?!" Haren cursed, trying desperately to keep his footing.
"I think someone may have sensed our presence…" Eonis warned. Before his very eyes cracks began to form in the two massive doors above him. Like water as it spreads down a slope, the cracks got longer and thicker.
"Move!" Calintz screamed as a sound like thunder erupted. He rolled out of the way, shards of ice flying everywhere like glass as the door shattered before their eyes. He felt pain and coldness all at once as he landed, shielding his face from the oncoming assault.
"So long….So long since I last had visitors…" a whispering voice like the arctic wind through mountains. Caltinz looked up to see a woman standing in the room beyond where the door used to be. A swirling vortex of ice engulfed her. Her hair, like the darkest night, flew wildly around her, contrasting vividly with her dimly blue glowing skin. She hovered above the ground, her body completely naked like a goddess.
"I know who you are, you're Elaine Crane," the Captain said, staggering to his feet.
"Well done. I know why you came here," she said, hovering over to stand above him.
"The Water Shard,"
"Yes…I have it…"
"Hand it over!" Haren butted in, coming to stand beside Calintz's side.
"Haren you idiot, we don't want to fight her!" the Captain hissed.
"And why should I hand it over to the likes of you, mortals?"
"I ask for it in the name of justice, in the name of ending this war," Calintz said, looking into her frozen eyes.
"Justice? To whom?"
"To the humans for what we have endured at the hands of those monsters!"
"You are blinded by your hatred…it is not them you need to kill…"
"What are you saying?"
"Woman must have gone nuts from being down here all this-" Haren spat, lucky not being able to finish as Calintz elbowed him painfully in the ribs.
"Foolish mortals, you will see soon enough,"
"I-I don't understand?" the Captain said, hoping she would depart more information. But she merely laughed, the sound echoing through the frozen chamber like a howling wind.
"I will not delve into your troubles, I see it all too clear now and do not wish to be a part of it. This is your war to fight, your demise - not mine,"
"You won't let us have the Water Shard?"
"Take it if you so chose. But, know this, your actions will have consequences…" Her voice faded like the waves retreating from the shore. Calintz opened his mouth to ask more but she was gone, faded into nothingness as if she was never there.
"Elaine?" he called, but only his own echo replied.
"She's gone, Calintz…"
"At least she left what we came for," Haren grumbled, walking towards the altar where the Water Shard stood.
"Wait!"
Haren turned to him, eyes narrowed. "Your not backing out now are you?" he taunted.
"What she said-"
"Was bullshit,"
"Haren, did you even listen?"
"You actually believe it?"
Calintz stood in thought, slender hands running through snow white hair. He didn't know what to believe anymore, everything was becoming blurred, distorted. But, he had come all this way, putting his comrades at risk, how could he back down now? It was only a premonition, mere speculation, nothing more. He had no time for doubt.
"No, I don't believe it. Let's take it and get the hell out of this place…"
They arrived back at town as the sun had just about made it's final descent over the peaks of the floating islands. Calintz staggered into the inn, his body aching and exhausted from the day's ordeals. It wasn't long before they sat silently at the small table, staring at their plates. Everyone was eating apart from Calintz and Azel. The Captain had many thoughts on his mind, predominantly worries which he couldn't seem to shake off. As they had been making their way back, a cold fear had suddenly come over him, a premonition that something bad had happened to someone close to him. His first thought was Agreian and that he should never have let him go alone, even if it meant they would fight. He briefly thought maybe it was Reith instead, but then, she was supposedly at Amabat and since…his unpleasant incident, the security there was so tight even a master thief couldn't get inside unnoticed. He sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Azel, are you not going to eat any of that?" he snapped, his tolerance to the moody teenager growing weaker by the hour. Azel shot him a piercing glance.
"You haven't eaten anything either," he retorted and Calintz noticed he didn't use "Captain" like he normally would have.
"What is up with you two already? You've been acting weird all day!" Haren said, ungraciously stuffing the last remains of his dinner into his mouth.
"What do you mean? I've been acting normal," Calintz said.
"You've seemed tense…and Azel, you've barely spoken a word since we set off today," Eonis turned her attention to the solemn youth.
"I just want this mess over and done with, alright? Is that such a strange thing?"
"Not to mention you've been snappier than usual…"
"Maybe the Captain is just missing someone," Azel finally said. Calintz immediately shot him with a stern gaze. Surely…he wouldn't…
"Who?" Eonis asked, eyebrows raised. Calintz wasn't going to take anymore. He stood abruptly, startling everyone at the table.
"I'm too tired for this nonsense, I'm going to bed. Goodnight," as he reached the door, he turned to face Azel. "And I'd like a quick word with you," he said. He stormed out of the room, not bothering to look back to see if the teen was following him. However, he was barely out the door when he was confronted.
"What have I done now?" there was anger in Azel's normally calm voice.
"Not here, come," Caltinz lead him to his room and hopefully away from where they could be heard by the others. Once they entered, Calintz slammed the door shut, getting a questioning look from Azel.
"You listen to me, Azel, because I'm not going to repeat this. You will not mention anything, and I mean anything about my private life, do you understand?" he said, his voice dangerously low. He met with surprise. Instead of Azel's usual response to his instructions, the boy narrowed his eyes defiantly.
"And why does it matter so much if you love him? Maybe you don't, maybe all you are to each other is a cheap fuck!" he shouted then suddenly looked away. Calintz was taken aback by the outburst. Azel, the clumsy, self-conscious teenager was insulting him? What the hell has gotten into him…
"And who are you to presume something you know nothing about?" Calintz's voice was nearly a whisper, he clenched his fists into tight balls.
"I saw the way he treated you, the way he-"
"What?!"
Azel finally turned to face him again, his face red, whether in anger or embarrassment he didn't know. "He was just using you! But maybe that's what you want, Captain?" he snarled. Caltinz finally flipped. In an instant Calintz had him pinned to the wall, a slender hand coiled lethally around his neck. The boy gasped, desperately clutching at the hand, trying to free it from his airway.
"How dare you speak to me like that. How dare you presume you know what I want and do not want. You know nothing about me, Azel. Maybe I don't want your soppy ideal of love, hmm? Maybe there isn't love between the General and I, but still, he means more to me than you ever will!" he spat. There were tears in the boy's eyes as he struggled desperately. Calintz suddenly let go of his vice grip and Azel crumpled to the floor.
"Get out of my sight!" the Captain shouted. The boy got unsteadily to his feet and scurried to the door. Calintz didn't hear it open though. He turned around and was met with a death glare.
"Your not my Captain anymore," Azel said, before leaving, slamming the door as hard as he could.
"I never was you're Captain…" Calintz growled, even though he knew Azel would not hear.
Minutes passed and Calintz stood by the small window contemplating what he had just done. I lost my temper…I shouldn't have. I haven't trained for all these years to go and lose it to a stupid boy. He knew Azel would probably go in a major huff for the next week, even weeks. Hell, he might not even speak to him ever again now. Calintz finally lay down on his bed, staring at the moonlight beams above him. He was filled with regret and shame. True, Azel had no right to talk to him like that or presume those things, but still…he shouldn't have treated him like that. What was getting into him lately? Over the last week he had felt increasingly on edge, he had worried about more things that he probably ever had. It's all Agreian's fault…It was Agreian who sent me on that mission which failed and I found Reith, it was Agreian who ordered me to be locked in that damn dungeon…It's Agreian's fault that I'm out here now, falling out with my comrades. It's Agreian's fault that I feel this…this loss. He turned onto his side, closing his eyes to the moonlit room. Azel was right, wasn't he? He didn't really love Agreian…did he? Damn him for all this! As much as he hated the General right now, he couldn't deny the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something akin to worry, a feeling of craving something. The truth was he wanted to see the silver haired man again, he wanted to make sure he was alright. The thought that something might happen to him in Epentar was eating him from the inside. Even stronger than his regret for shouting at Azel, was his regret from letting Agreian go on his own. He came to the conclusion quickly: he was going to Epentar. Somehow he knew this premonition was not unfounded. With things set in his mind he began to finally relax a bit, his mind drifting off to all the times when things were not as complicated and painful as they are now. How he wished he could go back there. Go back to the time when he started the Tears of Blood, back to the time he was only fighting demons he could see, back to the time when he met Agreian…
There was music, a soft symphony of violins and harpsichord. The floor was recently polished and reflected the flicker of the candles which illuminated the hall. Countless people mingled, glasses in their hands, smiles upon their faces. Alliance soldiers in one corner, some priestesses giggling over there. But he didn't want to speak to any of them. He didn't want to hear the same old chit chat; how are you doing, why did you decide to join forces with the Alliance, blah, blah, blah. He resented coming to this party. It had been Lehas's fault. She had forced him to come, said it would be good for their image, would strengthen their bonds with their new allies. He was dressed in a long crimson sarong, slitted at the sides with embroidered orange and black patterns and a sleevless top, not unlike his normal attire, except shorter and black with a trim of feathers around the shoulders. Again, it was Lehas's fault, apparently he was to dress "smart" for this stupid gathering.
He thought it was a load of complete bullshit.
He caught a glimpse of the woman, she seemed in deep discussion with one of the priestesses. A small brunette, a slight blush creeping across her face. What were they talking about? He had heard rumours Lehas was into women but he'd never asked her about it. Come to think about it, he hadn't known her to be in a relationship in all the time he had known her.
He decided to forget about his annoyance as best he could. It would be al over by tomorrow, just another awful night. He made his way over to the drinks table, pouring himself more punch. He drank it down in one go, feeling the buzz of the alcohol course through his veins.
"Some more perhaps?"
He turned to see the General of the Alliance standing behind him, a bit too close for comfort. He moved away, regarding the smirk upon the other man's face.
"How are you finding the party?" the General asked taking Calintz's glass and pouring him some more.
"Let's settle to say there are a lot of other things I'd rather be doing,"
"Oh? I'd love to hear," the corner of his mouth turned up, as if he was laughing at some private joke. Calintz didn't particularly want to spend anymore time in the man's company. It was only the other day he had been in his office, agreeing to the terms of their contract, when he had noticed the way the General held eye contact for longer than necessary. He was wary of the man, just as he was wary of any large organizations which tried to dictate people's lives, although there was something which intrigued him about him. He didn't seem to fit as the General of the Alliance. His face was too innocent and his manner too subtle, it made Calintz wonder if he had ever partook in any battles in his time.
"Maybe later," Calintz said, taking the glass held out to him. The General gave him a knowing smile. Caltinz turned his back on him, wanting to get away from the man for the moment.
For the next few hours he attempted to mingle, chatting with members of the Tears of Blood as well as some from the Alliance and Amabat. He noticed the famous Ladrinne Milire Owen, mother to General Agreian Jei Owen and high priestess of Amabat. She wasn't like the pictures he'd seen of her dressing in a white and blue robe. Instead she was taller than he imagined and dressed in a stunning emerald green gown.
"Well if it isn't Captain Calintz of the Tears of Blood,"
He was abruptly shaken from his thought by a voice he did not want to hear.
"Greetings General Tazma," he said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
"I see you are making the most of the party by the looks of you," his gaze swept over Calintz in scrutiny. "Think you'll be able to handle working with the Alliance?"
"And why wouldn't I?"
"Well, you do lack in any proper military training and your soldiers…well…" he looked over at where some of his team were standing with disgust plastered across his miserable face.
"Because we are mercenaries makes us inferior does it?" this time he couldn't help the anger which tinged his voice. Perhaps he had had too much to drink and thus his fuse had been shortened.
"Mercenaries are merely barbarians, you have no concept of tactics,"
"Oh really? That's odd because I heard your unit lost a battle to a Blastworm force the other day, I presume you employed your "tactics" then?"
He could see the rage spread across Tazma's face like wildfire. He knew he had hit a nerve.
"Bah, you're an untrained idiot who leads a bunch of miserable sewer rats! You wouldn't know the first thing when it came to a real battle. We merely retreated to gather reinforcements,"
This time Calintz rage rose to the level of Tazma's. Insulting him was one thing, but insulting his comrades was something he would not tolerate.
"Say all you want to deny it. You lost, you've had your time and they want rid of you, that's why their handing over the major attacks to the Tears of Blood now. Anyone with a brain can see that!"
"Why you little whore-!"
"General Tazma, Captain Calintz,"
General Agreian had come up beside them, a wide smile upon his lips. He grasped the fuming Captain by the shoulders.
"Mind if I have a word in private with the Captain?" he said.
"Be my guest," Tazma said, fists balled at his side but voice steadily calm again in the presence of the General.
Calintz was steered away from the would-be fight and towards the door to the main hall.
"What is it?" he snapped.
"You don't have your sword on you, thought it best I got you out of there before he lost his temper – trust me it isn't pleasant to behold,"
"I can handle it quite well myself, I'm sure,"
"I don't doubt it, but it's very late, many have already left and the servants want in to clean up before tomorrow,"
Agreian had managed to direct him into the main courtyard. There was a faint breeze and the change in temperature made his head spin.
"I've got you," the General said, steadying the young Captain.
"I can manage…"
"I don't think-"
Calintz pushed away from him, stumbled and rather ungracefully landed against the courtyard wall. Okay, so maybe he had had a bit too much to drink for one evening. Suddenly the General was standing over him, leering down into his face. The moon above made his hair almost translucent and glow like he radiated an ethereal light.
"What are you doing?" Calintz managed.
"Wishing we had met earlier, before the war became as bad as it is now,"
"General Agreian?"
"Forget the "general" part. Agreian will do. I've never liked formalities," he grabbed Calintz by the shoulders and heaved him up until he was standing against the wall. The General brushed a finger along his jaw, tilting his head to the side, the moonlight reflecting off his pallid skin.
"You are beautiful, you know that?" he whispered, lips brushing slightly against the Captain's ear. It made the younger man feel even more nauseous. Why did he feel as though Agreian meant what he just said? Then he did what a year later he would come to regret dearly. He clashed his lips together with the tall General, holding on to him as if for dear life. Agreian seemed as though he had been expecting the kiss and retaliated with just as much force, prying the young Captain's mouth wider so he could snake in his tongue. His hands met with the soft flesh of Calintz's thighs as he entwined them through the sarong, hitching it up enough to push his legs apart, firmly planting one of his own legs in the gap. Calintz moaned through the kiss, finally pulling away for air.
"I-" the Captain gasped. Agreian quickly recovered his mouth, drawing him into another powerful, oral embrace.
"Just don't speak, don't think. Just feel tonight. I promise I will make it worth it. Ever since I saw you yesterday…I wanted you so badly, you have no idea, Calintz," he pronounced his name like melting honey, it made his knees feel even weaker and the tight coil in his stomach grow tenser. He yelled out when the General ground his leg into his groin, feeling himself growing harder with the increasing friction.
"Ah…you mean it…" Calintz moaned, grinding his hips back in response. Suddenly the contact was gone, the General pulling away. Calintz nearly crumpled to the ground, only managing to keep his balance due to the wall.
"My room. Now," Agreian said, his cheeks showing a tinge of red. Before he knew what was happening, the Captain of the Tears of Blood was being carried bridal style through the courtyard, the momentum making his head reel.
"Stop…I'm going to be sick!"
"No you're not. We're nearly there,"
They passed through a hall, although he had no idea which one as it was a blur of oranges and reds. Finally just as he thought he wasn't going to be able to hang on much longer they reached a plain, wooden door. Agreian kicked it smoothly open; luckily it wasn't locked by the looks of it.
The General threw him down onto the bed and in an instant was crawling on top of him. Calintz spread his legs, letting the older man rest comfortably between them. Agreian took his mouth again, his tongue ravaging the hot interior of the other's mouth, fighting to claim him. The young Captain fought against it as much as he could, blocking the advancing organ at every opportunity. The General pulled away, that secretive smirk plastered across his handsome face.
"You think you can best me, Calintz?" he chuckled as the younger man wriggled under his touch. His hands went back to the flamboyantly exposed legs, creeping upwards towards the thighs. He made quick work of the Captain's top, leaving him with only the flimsy sarong. Calintz couldn't understand why this man reduced him to a whimpering wreck. He had seen other men far more handsome and dashing than Agreian…but, there was something he had which they didn't. An unwavering aura of power, of cool calmness and style, and he knew no matter how hard he fought against him, he would always end up submitting. The very way he spoke made his blood simultaneously run cold and boil. His gaze made him want to do whatever the man wished of him. But why now? Had he not always been the one to defy authority and people of power? How could he let this man, General of the largest military force in the country, overpower him so?
"I told you not to think…it will get in the way of things,"
"Don't order me!" Calintz snapped, their faces inches from touching.
"I'm not ordering you, only asking….no, pleading,"
He looked into Agreian's face and it was true, those eyes didn't deny the words he had just said. He almost believed the General – almost. He grabbed Agreians head, pulling at his silvery hair until their lips clashed once more. He wrapped his legs around the General's torso, grinding their bodies together. He was pleased when he felt the restrained hardness in the other man's trousers and noted he would have to free it soon. Agreian broke the kiss, trailing kisses along his neck, to suckle in the dent at his collarbone before moving further down to latch his teeth around a hardening nipple. Calintz yelled out, not caring anymore if anyone heard him or not. The General swirled his tongue around the hard nub of flesh, nipping it between his teeth as he did so. Finally, he moved away, leaving Calintz to gasp as the cold hair hit where hot lips had been. His fingers began untying the knot which held the sarong together, pulling it off and throwing it in a heap on the floor. Agreian smiled when he saw the large lump in the tight pants Calintz wore, tracing his finger along it's length. The Captain shuddered, arching his back to feel more of the touch. Agreian teased the pants down his slender hips, letting them join his other discarded clothes on the floor. He knelt above Calintz, staring down at him with lust glazed eyes.
"My god….you are beautiful…" he murmured, tracing his fingers over the taut stomach and curve of rib cage. He gasped suddenly when he realised Calintz was undoing his belt, deft fingers slipping under his pants to brush the head of his erection. He quickly helped the younger man in his desperate struggle with the various buckles and zips which held his clothing together, shedding them all as if they were one single garment. Calintz grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed before one more locking their lips in a frenzied embrace. He grabbed the General's length, cool hands making him shudder as he set a rhythm of slow painful strokes. Agreian couldn't help but moan as the younger man attacked his neck while speeding up his hand.
"Ah…Calintz!" he yelped as fingers grazed the head of his erection. The Captain smiled, knowing he wouldn't hold out much longer. Agreian abruptly grabbed his hand, pulling it away to push the younger man back onto his back. He quickly got on top of him, pinning his wrists to the pillows, their lips clashing once more. Agreian began to move down his body once more, giving his nipples another quick nip before letting his tongue swirl around his belly button. He ran his hands through the fair hair which nestled around Caltinz's throbbing erection. No matter how intoxicated the Captain was, Agreian was determined he would remember this night. He began by teasingly licking his balls, experimentally sucking one into his mouth and letting tongue roam over it. Calintz cried out, his small but strong chest heaving faster.
"You're a noisy one, just what I like," Agreian said, tongue trailing upwards to run the length of his erection. He dipped the tip into the slit at the top, eliciting an even louder moan. Calintz's hands had found their way to Ageian's hair, clenching painfully into it whenever he moaned. He felt himself getting dangerously close at the sight of the beautiful Captain writhing before him. He quickly took the whole length into his mouth, swallowing around it, reaching a hand up to toy with an already abused nipple.
"I…I can't…" Calintz gasped, back arched gracefully, body glistening from sweat in the subtle candle light. Agreian took him all the way, biting back his gag reflex to take the length into his throat. Calintz's body jolted as he trust up into the General's mouth, hands clenching the sheets around him. He let out a strangled yelp, spilling his seed into Agreian's willing mouth.
The General pulled away, kissing the younger man, letting him taste his own essence. He leant back to gaze down at his work. Calintz had his head turned away, eyes closed, one arm splayed about his head, chest heaving hard. He must have noticed the General was staring at him because a second later those piercing eyes opened.
"Agreian…" he said softly.
"We're not finished yet. I still want to hear you scream my name,"
"In you're dreams,"
"We'll see about that…Captain Calintz," he smirked down at the younger man, before leaning in for a more tender kiss. He pulled out the clasp which held Calintz's long, white hair up, letting it fall over the pillows like fresh snow. He tangled his fingers in it, feeling how smooth and silky it was; a contrast to the battle hardened image the Captain portrayed. Seeing him like that made Agreian realise he couldn't wait any longer, the persistent throb of his groin growing far too prominent. He carefully brought his fingers to Calintz's willing mouth.
"Suck…" Agreian whispered seductively in his ear. The younger man obeyed, swirling his tongue around the digits dangerously slow. He wondered how that tongue would feel elsewhere. The General moved his hand down to spread Calintz's thighs, teasingly running his fingers near his entrance. The Captain gasped as he finally touched the hot hole, rubbing his slick fingers over it ever so slowly. How much he enjoyed teasing him, the small moans and whimpers music to his ears. He carefully pushed in one finger, feeling the intense warmth close around it.
"Argh...God dammit, hurry up you fool!" Calintz gasped arching his hips into Agreian's finger. He slipped a second finger in to join the other in a scissoring motion. The younger man spread his legs wider, his erection beginning to make itself evident again. Calintz winced against the intruding fingers, but the pain was nothing compared to what he felt. He'd never relinquished control to anyone before. He didn't like submitting to anyone, but right now he wanted nothing more than Agreian to be inside him, fucking him hard. He jolted as he felt Agreian hit his prostrate, letting a loud moan escape. He shifted his hips, trying to feel more of that euphoria. But the General wasn't so merciful; he quickly withdrew the digits, rolling Calintz onto his stomach and grabbing his hips. He nudged the tip of his erection against his entrance, feeling the Captain shudder.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered into his ear. It wasn't a question, it was an order this time and Caltinz didn't like taking orders. He gritted his teeth, fingers digging into the mattress.
"I know you want to tell me…" Agreian gently pushed the head into his tight hole before removing it again. Caltinz gasped, he couldn't take much more of this.
"Fuck me you bastard!" he hissed. Ageian dug his fingers into the younger man's smooth hips and slammed into him with a loud moan. Calintz screamed, feeling pain shoot through his body. If he could have done so he would have turned and punched the General for being so brutal, but he couldn't move. He clenched his eyes shut, feeling the hot throbbing of Agreian's erection sliding in and out of him. He soon slowed to a more manageable pace, the pain slowly beginning to decrease in intensity to be replaced with the pleasurable friction. Agreian bent down to suckle his neck, nibbling at his jugular. Calintz breathed in his scent: incense and leather. It was the most arousing combination he had ever come across and he couldn't help but notice the painfully hard erection sticking into his stomach. He moaned as the General sped up his pace, feeling the friction of the sheets beneath him scrape over his arousal. Suddenly he was yanked up onto his knees so his back was against the older man's chest. He leaned back his head, pulling Agreian down to kiss him, this time forcing his tongue into the General's mouth. The older man groaned, reaching around to grasp Calintz's length.
"You are a really good fuck, you know that?" he breathed into the Captain's ear. The words went straight to his cock, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer if the General kept talking like that.
Agreian decided he'd had enough. He withdrew from Calintz, turning him so he was on his back. Putting one leg over his shoulder, he pushed in once more, this time thrusting harder and deeper. The young Captain yelled out, writhing and bucking his hips to meet the demanding thrusts. He grabbed his arousal again, pumping it in time with his rhythm.
"Ah…oh god…please…" Calintz whimpered. The General grabbed his hips, slamming further into him, repeatedly hitting the spot which made him scream.
"My name, what is it?" Agreian growled into his ear. He could feel the younger man's body tensing, he knew he was close. The sound of him slamming in was getting louder as his rhythm became frenzied. He could see Calintz's knuckles turning white as he tried to not submit. But Agreian was determined, if he could hold out a little longer…
Calintz finally couldn't resist. The dual assault and Agreian's patience was too much. He shuddered violently, letting out a strangled yell.
"Agreian…you...bastard!" he screamed, feeling his seed spill over his sweaty stomach. The General felt victorious, he slammed in a few more times, already at the edge himself. He leant down to burry his head in Caltinz's neck as he came deep inside him, biting down again on the soft flesh.
For a few minutes there was only the sound of haggard breathing and beating hearts. Calintz had drifted off into an exhausted haze, not wanting to sleep but unable to keep his eyes open. Finally he felt the weight on him shift and a slight sting as something was removed from him.
"So…what did you think?" he heard Agreian say, his voice drained of the energy it had held earlier.
He opened his eyes, to stare at the man lying beside him.
"…The best I've had in a long time…" he mumbled. There was a slight chuckle.
"I'd say the same. Perhaps we can do it again sometime," Agreian looked over at the spent Captain, but he was already fast asleep. And that had been the start of it, the start of a long series of secret encounters in the dead of night. How could he resist the man who captivated him? The man who for the first time in a very long time, made him feel truly wanted.