The Duke of Tremont

Chapter 21

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Justin searched everywhere for Brian. After checking their rooms once again to no avail, he was almost ready to ask for help. He knew Brian would be angry with him if he was just off brooding and the whole castle converged upon him in a panic but Justin was beginning to feel concerned about his lover's safety.

Suddenly the space inside his mind that usually was occupied by Brian was filled with his presence again. Justin felt the other man's anger and frustration seeping into him. He also was getting a distinct impression of exhaustion, as if Brian had been working hard. He snapped his fingers and made his way outside to the indoor training arena where they had been just hours earlier.

Unbeknownst to him, Brian's nephew Timothy stealthily followed behind.

The sun was beginning to set and Justin was grateful that Brian had lit a few of the oil lamps that were set around the walls. There, bathed in the soft orange glow was a shirtless Brian, sword in hand, performing several of the training exercises that were very familiar to Justin.

"Brian," Justin said softly as he slowly approached, not wanting to startle the man and get impaled for his trouble.

Brian stopped and turned. "You found me," was his simple reply. "Did my brother send you?"

"No, it took me awhile, but I found you on my own. I felt you in my head again. Why would Jonathan send me?" asked Justin, pretending that nothing was wrong.

Brian smirked. "My control must have slipped in my exhaustion. I did not mean for you to feel me at all," he replied, ignoring the question about his brother.

Justin stepped closer to his panting lover. "I know." He decided to drop all pretenses. "Why did you shut me out at all? I thought we weren't going to do that, after everything with my…" Justin stumbled a bit, still finding it difficult to talk about. "With my mother," he finally finished.

Brian turned away from Justin and reached for a towel to wipe his sweaty face. "I needed to be alone."

"What happened, Love?" Justin moved around in front of Brian and took the sweaty towel continuing to pat him dry.

"My mother happened," was all Brian said as he let himself revel a bit in Justin's gentle touch.

"That's a bit vague," replied Justin with a small smile. "Can you be more specific?"

Brian turned and moved away again. "She…she hates me," he admitted, almost in a whisper.

"No," Justin replied anxiously as he placed a hand on Brian's back. "Surely you are mistaken. How can a mother hate her own son?"

"Apparently it's rather easy if I am the son," exclaimed Brian bitterly. His shoulders convulsed a bit and he quickly brought a hand up to wipe at his eyes. "Dammit! I am almost thirty years old and the woman can still reduce me to a boy of five."

"It is understandable, My Lord." Justin used the name that now had become a term of love and affection between them. "I cannot imagine growing up with the sort of family you had. Even my father loved me and treated me with affection until recently."

Brian pulled away from Justin and leaned back against the wall. "I knew she didn't have much use for me; she never paid much attention to any of us children, but…" He stopped and let his gaze meet Justin's.

Justin blanched at the pain in Brian's eyes. "But what, My Lord?" he asked Brian softly as he stepped in front of him.

"She thinks I'm evil," Brian whispered, his resolve beginning to crumble again. "Her eyes were so cold and full of bitterness and hate. She said it was my fault your mother was killed and we are going to war. How can you love me, Justin? My own parents did not. You should save yourself and get as far away from me as you can!" Brian slid down the wall and pulled his knees against his chest as great, wracking sobs began to pour from him.

"No, Brian! You are wrong! I will not leave you, ever. Your parents were wrong. They are the ones who are evil, not you!" Justin dropped to his knees in front of Brian and pulled the man into his arms. After a few moments, Brian gave up resisting and let his arms wrap around Justin's waist as if he were holding on for dear life.

Justin continued whispering into Brian's ear. "You are so loved. Jonathan and his family love you. Lindsay, Gus, and even Mel." Brian snorted and Justin felt at ease to know his sense of humor was still intact. "She does! Michael adores you, as does Deb. She would gladly take the place of your mother in an instant. It is your parents who have the problem my love or perhaps the rest of us are evil as well."

"Not you." Brian pulled away and looked into Justin's eyes. "You could never be evil. You are my angel."

Now it was Justin's turn to snort. "Well, I do not know about that, My Lord, but you have just proven my theory, for it is I who loves you the most. If I am not evil then how could you be?" With that, Justin sent all the feelings of love and respect he could muster through their link so Brian could "feel" the words he was speaking.

Brian pulled the young man into a hug and rested his head on Justin's shoulder. "Thank you," he said softly.

"For what?"

"For being you. For helping me remember all that I have in my life, and most of all, for pushing all thoughts of Joan from my mind."

"I told you it is my job to take care of you, My Lord." Justin replied softly, their faces only inches apart.

"I feel like such a fool, blubbering away like that," Brian replied sheepishly.

"It does not make you a fool to cry, Brian, it simply makes you human, and I love you all the more for it." Justin reached up a hand to the back of Brian's neck and pulled him into a kiss.

The emotions that had been bubbling so close to the surface spilled into their kiss and soon their tongues were entwined passionately. Justin pushed Brian down onto the floor and hovered over him, placing random kisses on his face, neck and chest. "Why?" asked Brian quietly.

"Why what, My Lord?"

"Why do you love me so?"

Justin stopped and stared into Brian's eyes for a moment. "Because I am your shonuachar; your beloved," he responded and kissed Brian gently on the lips. "But even if I were not;" he continued. "I would still love you because you are strong." A kiss to the bicep. "Brave and kind." He kissed Brian's chest directly over his heart. "You are eloquent," he continued as he kissed his lover's lush, red lips. "And beautiful." He placed gentle kisses on each of Brian's eyelids. "And of course, you are oh so intelligent." Justin placed a last gentle kiss on Brian's forehead and noticed that tears were once again falling down Brian's temples into his chestnut hair.

Brian pulled Justin down to him in a fierce and hungry kiss and then broke away, burying his head into Justin's neck; "I need you Justin, make love to me, please love me now!"

Justin drew back in surprise and hesitated for a moment. Brian had always been in charge of their pleasuring; he had always been the one to make love to Justin and now, the young man was almost afraid to take over this role, for fear of disappointing his lover. He felt a hand run through his hair and was brought out of his thoughts as Brian pulled his head down to look into his eyes. Brian's eyes were so vulnerable and his emotions were fragile, Justin knew that he needed to be the strong one now. "I will love you, Brian," he stated tenderly, as he moved his hand to stroke Brian's hardening cock through his breeches. "I love you," he repeated, as he moved to undo his laces and remove his pants.

Brian helped Justin to remove his own clothes and the two moved to the padded area of the floor, designed to break falls. Justin stroked, licked and kissed every inch of Brian's body, including spending several moments tonguing that forbidden hole, where Justin discovered he loved giving as much as receiving, much to Brian's delight and very forceful orgasm.

Justin then worked Brian into another frenzy of want and need before it came to a point when he could no longer ignore his own cock, which was leaking and aching for release. Brian finally spoke, "Please, Justin, I need you inside me. I want you to fill me with your love."

Justin stopped his ministrations for a moment. "Are you certain?" he asked seriously as he looked into Brian's eyes.

Brian gazed back. "Yes, I am sure, just go slowly, it has been a very long time."

"I will take care of you Brian," replied Justin. "I will always take care of you." With that, he moved Brian's legs high upon his waist and began preparing Brian with his fingers. Brian could only moan in pleasure at the sensation. Once opened, Justin began to slowly push in and Brian's eyes opened wide and he whimpered a bit at the intrusion. "Talk to me, Brian," he whispered softly. "Tell me when you are ready for more. I will stop if it is too painful."

"No! Don't stop," gasped Brian as he ran gentle hand down Justin's arms. "Just give me a moment." Justin nodded and after a few moments he felt Brian relax and he pushed all the way in, stopping once again to let Brian adjust. When Brian gave the signal, Justin pulled out and pushed back in quickly, angling his hips that certain way that always made him crazy when Brian was inside him. Brian yelled out in pleasurable shock as Justin hit his prostate with every stroke. "Oh God, Justin, you feel so good inside me."

"Brian," Justin moaned. "So tight, yes, so good." Justin felt his balls begin to tighten and willed this not to end, but knew it was too late. He reached between them and began stroking Brian's cock in time with his own thrusts. "Come with me, My Lord," he whispered, as both men strengthened their connection. "Let us feel our pleasure together." With that, Justin's orgasm hit him and he fell over the edge with Brian right behind him; both men feeling each other's climaxes.

Justin collapsed onto Brian as they tried to catch their breath. "I do believe I passed out for a moment," Brian whispered when he could speak again.

"I will second that," replied Justin as he reluctantly pulled out of his lover. "That was wonderful," he sighed.

Brian pulled him into his arms. "That it was, Sunshine. You are a very skilled lover."

Justin blushed. "You are a very skilled teacher." He turned in Brian's arms and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, much," Brian replied with a smile. "I feel so very lucky to have you, Sunshine. I cannot bear to think of my life without you in it."

"Don't you forget it!" Justin laughed as he sat up and reached for his clothes. "I'm starving; let's go see if Deb will bring some supper to our room."

Brian laughed as he sat up to find his own pants. "Yes my little stomach," he teased.

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Timothy sat crouched behind several bales of hay that the men used to sit and rest on in the training arena. He had watched the entire scene between Justin and his uncle. He knew he should not be watching, that it was a private moment, but it stirred feelings inside him that made it impossible to stop.

His eyes were on Justin and the skillful way he had made love to his uncle. The younger man's ivory skin was beautiful in the low light as his lush lips had played against Brian's skin, and oh God, the way he had tongued the other man's hole. Timothy was now sporting a wet spot in the front of his own breeches.

He could see how much these two men loved each other, any fool could see, but he could not stop the yearning he felt for Justin. He wanted Justin to touch and kiss him that way, he wanted those strong arms to hold him and make him feel safe. He wanted Justin to bring forth those feelings in him as he had his uncle. He wanted Justin to be his first lover. He wanted Justin to be his everything.

Timothy's hand flew to his mouth at his realization and he barely stifled a little yelp. He had to get out of here before they saw him. If his uncle knew of his feelings, he would kill him. Timothy had only been at the castle a very short time, but he had already learned how protective Brian was of his young lover.

Timothy crawled backward to the wall and then around the corner to safety, where he stood and ran out the arena as quietly as he could.

Brian had been lacing up his pants, when he had heard a noise and turned his head to see his young nephew making his hasty retreat. Justin was still concentrating on his own clothing and had not seemed to notice their spy.

Brian felt anger at first that their intimate moment had been intruded upon, but he knew it was Timothy and he had always felt the boy might be fey. He quickly calculated his age and knew he had just turned seventeen. He wondered if his nephew had any sexual experience at all; he had always been a fairly shy and quiet lad, more interested in his books and studies than the rambunctious games his brothers favored.

Justin finished dressing and reached up, pulling Brian into a kiss. "Let us go eat quickly so we can go back to bed," he remarked slyly as he pulled on Brian's hand and led him out of the arena.

"I am right behind you, Sunshine," Brian commented with a laugh. He eyed the spot that Timothy had been one more time and made a mental note to speak with his brother as soon as possible.

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