The Duke of Tremont II - Bloodspell

Chapter 27
 

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Justin paused as he approached the door to his and Brian's room. It had been three days since their fight, and while they still slept and ate together, they barely spoke at all. Neither of them mentioned the upcoming battle with Maynor, and now it was the day before Pennington's army was to depart, and Justin did not know what he would find on the other side of that door tonight.

Justin avoided Brian for the most part during the day which was fairly easy to do since the duke spent most of his time in strategy meetings with the king. Meetings that Justin was not invited to.

At night they slept side by side, but did not touch, nor make love. Justin had even gone so far as to shut Brian out of their link completely. It killed him to do it, but he knew it was the only way.

The day after their respective blow-ups with their partners Daphne and Justin had gone to the king to plead their cases. It had taken a few hours, but finally they were able to convince him that they both needed to be with the army when it left for Maynor, and more importantly, their lovers could not know about it.

After the meeting, Jonathan dismissed Daphne, but asked Justin to remain behind. They sat in silence for a moment and then the king rubbed a hand over his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. Justin's heart tightened for it reminded him of Brian when he was worried or angry. The king finally looked into Justin's eyes. "You know this goes against everything I believe in, don't you."

Justin bit his lip and nodded. "Yes, My Lord. I know, but it must be done; for the good of both kingdoms."

Jonathan moved closer to Justin and reached out to touch his shoulder. Justin flinched away involuntarily and cursed himself for his weakness. Jonathan pulled back and patted a chair next to him, motioning for the younger man to sit down. "I do not have an issue with Daphne going. She will be a valuable asset to us when the wounded begin to pile up, and I know she can take care of herself. But you, well, I'm having a difficult not siding with my brother on this one. You are not all right, Justin. In fact I think you are far from it."

"I know, Jonathan. I of all people know that I am still a mess."

"Then why…"

Justin held up a hand to interrupt. "Because I know with all of my heart that I am needed to help overthrow Duke James. My state of mind does not matter right now. My magic is working fine and at full power. I am a weapon and you must use me as such. You cannot afford not to!"

"I won't allow it! You are not a machine, Justin, you are a man. A man that I care about deeply. A man whom I fear my brother cannot live without!"

"This army you are going against is like nothing you have ever dealt with before, Highness." Justin leaned forward. "They will be fighting with magic, and they will be using magical creatures. I am a mage, and forgive me for sounding full of myself, but I am the most powerful mage you have in your arsenal, including those whom Blake is recruiting in Maynor right now."

Jonathan stood up and moved over to the fireplace. He rested his forearms against the mantle. Before he could speak again a servant bustled in to bring the afternoon tea he had ordered.

"My Lord, please look at me," Justin asked in a quiet voice. He realized that Jonathan had never had a demonstration of his powers.

Jonathan turned around and was shocked to see the serving woman was perfectly still even though she was in the middle of pouring the tea, even the tea was frozen in mid air.

"What on earth?" Jonathan asked.

Justin smirked at him a little. "Would you like some dessert with your tea?" He waved his left hand and one of Deb's apple pies appeared on the table, recognizable by the large "D" she always stamped in the crust. "I know this is your favorite when you visit us at Tremont."

He waved his hand again and the woman unfroze and finished pouring without a thought.
She glanced at the pie in surprise. "Now, how did that get…"

Justin flicked his wrist again. "I hope you enjoy the pie, Majesty. I brought it fresh from the kitchen."

Jonathan did not answer for a moment as he stared at Justin. Finally he found his voice.
"Uh, yes, I'm sure I shall, Mathilde. Thank you."

The woman curtsied. "My pleasure, Sire. Shall you be needin' anything else?"

"No, thank you. That will be all."

When Mathilde left Jonathan moved and sat down heavily in his chair again. "My God, Justin. I didn't…I mean they told me…but…well, I guess I just didn't believe."

"I know, that's why I had to show you. Do you understand now?"

Jonathan studied him for a long moment. "Yes, I understand. I'll help you."

Justin brought his thoughts back to the present as he entered his and Brian's rooms and made his way to the bedroom. He stopped short when he saw Brian standing by the bed, removing his shirt. When the shirt cleared his head, Brian noticed Justin and stood still with his shirt forgotten in his hand. "Hello," he greeted his lover quietly.

"Hello, Brian," Justin replied formally, though he couldn't stop his eyes from roving over the muscled torso he longed to touch.

"How are you?" Brian asked again, silently noting Justin's longing stare.

"Oh, I am…I'm well."

"I've missed you these past few days."

Justin slid his indifferent mask into place. He and Daphne had decided that for their plan to work they must act as if they were still angry and pouting. Kelton and Brian would guess something was up if they gave into to their lovers' demands without any sort of fight. "Have you?" Justin asked coolly.

Brian shook his head and dropped his shirt. He moved forward and slowly raised his hands to Justin's shoulders. He wanted to pull his young lover into his arms, but he didn't want to frighten him.

Justin wanted to pull away from Brian, but it felt so good to be touched by his lover again, that he decided to wait and see what Brian would do next.

When he did not meet any resistance, Brian pulled Justin in close to his chest. "God, you know I've missed you. Please, Justin, just let me touch you."

Justin almost melted into his lover's arms, but he gathered his strength and pushed Brian back a little. "Brian, no…"

Brian pulled him back in and rested his cheek on top of Justin's head. "No, please, don't push me away. I'm leaving in the morning and I don't know when I'll see you again. Can we please for just tonight pretend you aren't angry with me. Can't we forget our troubles for just a few hours, Justin? Can you do that for me?" He lifted Justin's chin and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

Soon Justin was returning the kiss with as much passion and ardor as he could muster.
"Yes, I can do that," he breathed out against Brian's lips when he pulled away.

"Good," Brian replied. He reached up to cup Justin's face in his hands. "I want you inside of me tonight. I want to be able to feel you for days while we are apart."

This time Justin did melt. Damn Brian for knowing all of his weaknesses and using them against him, but damn if he didn't care. He was usually quite content being the more submissive one in their relationship. Nothing felt quite as good as his lover filling him up, but he also cherished those times when they switched roles and he took Brian, making him feel as full and cherished as Justin felt each time they made love. "Yes," Justin practically whimpered. "I want that too."

"I love you, Justin. You must know that I love you so much." He crushed Justin to him again and devoured his lips. His hands reached for Justin's shirt and he began to untie the collar. When it was loose he reached underneath it, and caressed Justin's stomach and chest. "You feel so good, my love," he whispered against Justin's ear and then he lifted the shirt gently over Justin's head.

Justin began to reach for the fastenings of Brian's breeches and let out a small whimper of frustration when his right hand did not move. "Damn it!" he cursed softly.

"Shhh, love," Brian whispered again. "Let me."

Justin stepped back and watched as Brian undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, his cock standing hard and long. Then he reached out and undid Justin's pants. When they were both nude Brian pulled them both down on the bed with Justin landing on top of him. He reached out and stroked Brian's hair. "I do love you, My Lord. You know I do." He leaned down and kissed him again. Forever, he spoke into Brian's mind, letting their link open again. He tucked his and Daphne's secret into the secluded and private part of his mind. He knew he could keep it away from Brian for one night, especially when he knew they would be busy.

God, Justin! I love you, Brian spoke back into Justin's mind. "Take me, Justin. Take me now!"

Justin lay next to Brian and used his left hand and his lips to stroke and kiss every part of his body until his lover with writhing with pleasure. Finally Justin positioned himself between Brian's legs and raised himself so he hovered over Brian, his left arm supporting all his weight. He leaned down to kiss Brian deeply and then moved his right hand to begin to prepare his lover. He dropped his forehead down to touch Brian's when he realized again that he only had one hand to work with . "Brian, I…I can't do this. It won't work."

Brian held onto him and flipped them over so he was straddling his lover. "This way then," Brian whispered. He reached for their special oil and spread it over Justin's cock and then used the same hand to reach around and began to prepare himself.

Justin groaned as he watched Brian finger his own opening. You are so beautiful, Brian. I could lose my seed by watching you alone.

Now it was Brian's turn to groan as Justin continued to whisper naughty thoughts into his mind. Finally he was ready and he held Justin's hard and leaking cock up and began to lower himself onto it slowly. Oh, God…so full. He stopped for a moment to let himself adjust to the burning pain.

Brian finally relaxed and let Justin slide in the rest of the way. So tight, Brian, you feel so good.

Soon Brian began moving up and down on Justin's shaft, with Justin lifting up to meet him with every thrust. Justin lifted his left hand out and Brian grabbed it, letting their fingers intertwine. He used his other hand for leverage on Justin's knee as he pulled almost all the way off and slammed back down again. He did that a few more times and it proved to be Justin's undoing and he cried out and came hard inside his lover, sharing his orgasm through their link.

Justin pulled his hand out of Brian's and reached for Brian's cock, stroking it firmly, and soon Brian was spilling his own seed all over his hand. Brian fell forward and collapsed onto Justin, using his forearms to brace himself before completely crushing his lover.
He nuzzled into Justin's neck. "I love you."

Justin ran his hand over Brian's sweaty hair. "I want the same," he almost whispered.
Brian lifted his head and gazed into Justin's eyes. "What?"

"I want the same from you. I want to feel you inside me for this time we are apart. I am still angry at you, Brian, but I understand, and I love you always. Please, love me. Please."
Justin felt the tears slide down his cheeks and grew irritated with the emotions that always seemed to be so close to the surface for him lately. Brian did not mention them, though. He simply wiped them away with his thumbs and began the process of making sweet, slow love to Justin, and then did it again, and again, until they both fell into a deep slumber.

Brian woke first in the morning. He propped himself up on one arm and gazed down at his beautiful lover and allowed a few tears to trickle down his cheeks at the thought of leaving Justin behind. He didn't want to do it, and he hated that Justin was angry with him, but he had to protect Justin. Protect him at any cost, and that meant leaving him here; safe at the castle.

Justin slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at Brian. "Good morning."

"Morning," Brian replied, leaning down to kiss Justin gently.

"When must you go?" Justin slid his gaze away from Brian's.

"Soon. I must get up now and get ready."

"Oh."

"Are you going to come see us off?"

"I can't."

"Justin."

Justin looked back to his lover. "What, Brian? You want me to pretend I'm happy about being left here? I said I understand, but that doesn't mean I like it or accept it."

"Truce over, then." Brian sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Justin reached over and grabbed Brian's arm and pulled until Brian turned to face his lover again. "I love you. Come back safe to me?"

Brian smiled and leaned down to him. "If only so we can have make-up sex."

"Last night wasn't make-up sex?" Justin asked.

Brian shook his head. "You're still angry. Last nice was 'truce' sex. Make-up sex is even better."

Justin chuckled. "I look forward to it."

Brian kissed him soundly again and then rose to get dressed. Soon a servant was knocking on the door and calling for him. Brian leaned down. "I'm glad you're not coming. I want this to be my last picture of you in my head. You looking sated and debauched in our bed. I will return home soon, Justin, and I will avenge the wrongs that were committed against you by those animals. Take care, my love. Watch over my sister-in-law, Bodie, and his family for me."

Justin simply nodded as he leaned up to kiss Brian one more time. "Good-bye, my love."

Brian backed away from the bed, only letting go of Justin's hand when he was out of arm’s reach. The knock came again at the door and Brian picked up his gear and made his way slowly out of the room, turning one last time to smile wistfully at Justin.

Justin waited a few moments on the bed after Brian left until he was sure his lover was well away. Then he got up and dressed himself quickly in a pair of worn traveling leathers and got down on his knees to pull his own pack from under the bed.

He hoisted the pack over his shoulder and opened the door out to the corridor, peeking out to make sure no one was about. He stepped outside and made his way down to the servants quarters, where he was to meet Daphne, and one of King Jonathan's men.

 

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