𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅.

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bonus m/m/m

some  days  zeph's  offers  came  with  hidden  meanings,  with  ulterior  motives  on  his  end  or  with  a  co-dependence  to  a  greater  good  only  he  knew,  but  this  time  it  was  a  purely  selfish  endeavor.  when  men  struck  his  fancy,  their  eyes  weary  &  their  bodies  firm....  he  couldn't  help  but  need.  it  was  instinct  or  something  along  the  lines  of  that.  this  handsome  stranger  would  comply  soon  enough,  zephyr  felt  it.

"i  don’t  offer  lightly,  you  know.  but  for  you?  i  just  might  make  an  exception."  zephyr's  lips  pulled  into  a  grin  of  sorts,  though  he  was  angling  his  head  upwards  to  face  balthor.  fingers  trailed  along  his  arm  &  back  when  the  half-elf  resumed  circling  his  prey,  zephyr's  fingers  moved  up  the  back  of  balthor’s  neck,  just  enough  to  send  a  shiver  down  his  spine.

then,  with  deliberate  slowness,  he  leaned  in  &  up,  barely  reaching  the  man's  neck  while  on  his  toes,  but  his  breath  warm  against  the  half-giant's  ear  as  he  murmured,  "what's  in  it  for  me?  ah  well,  i'm  but  a  humble  servant  of  the  people.  the  satisfaction  of  knowing  i’ve  tamed  a  beast  for  the  night.  or  at  the  very  least,  made  him  purr."  fingers  drifted  to  balthor's  shoulder  after  that,  squeezing  just  enough  to  hint  at  something  more  before  he  pulled  back,  letting  tension  linger  &  flourish  between  them.  "me?  i  ask  for  nothing  but  your  company.  a  hardworking  man  like  you  shouldn't  be  dealing  with  the  aftermath  of  a  long  walk  alone."  voice  velvet  soft,  zephyr  was  almost  purring  himself.

"mh,  your  eyes  would  betray  you,  but  they  don't.  unless  you  and  i  define  ill-intent  differently,  but  regardless,  i'm  sure  i'll  be  fine.  hopefully  better  than  fine."  fingers  had  slid  down  the  man's  arm  by  then  &  pushed  inbetween  balthor's,  giving  it  a  gentle  tug.  "come  now,  let's  get  you  off  those  feet,  shall  me?"  the  tavern  wasn't  far,  zeph  had  scoped  it  out  earlier,  but  was  glad  nobody  there  struck  his  fancy  so  that  he  could  be  here  now  with  this  mountain  of  a  man.

the air was warm, yet balthor found himself shuddering at the touch. he is exhausted, the half giant reminded himself. it was the only reason why he was affected by the simple, mindless gestures. still, his gaze was still tinted by a healthy dose of suspicion. it felt a little off; no one would willingly throw themselves at balthor. he was always standoffish, even before he had a single grey hair on his head, and that temper of his only gotten worse with age. the little charmer surely had an odd taste in men.

alas, the time came for them to part ways, with the promise of more later. the fire simmering in his loins at the thought. "please, by all means, perform your sacred duty. i am not more important than your king." but his tone had a brand of mischief towards it. did the sorcerer believe the words he was saying? probably not completely. his swirled the liquid in his goblet and then placed the rim to his lips again, all but finishing his wine this time. the last few drops a symbolic gesture of leaving them for godefrius. as he too, returned to the banquet table after a lingering gaze at the bulky man walking away, eyeing his armour-clad rear. he stayed with the festivities a while longer after the chasque king and his lord commander departed, picking away at desserts and more wine before retiring to his chambers.

the buzz of alcohol followed him to his room, along with a jug for him and godefrius to share later. there was only one cup however, entirely by design — the method of sharing was to be more provocative than the other would probably come to expect.

oisín had not have to wait long for his door to be knocked on. he had barely begun to disrobe, having unclasped the upper half of his robe, leaving it open to the elements and revealing his muscled chest before his promised guard and bedmate arrived. the sorcerer took slow steps towards the door before pulling it open towards him. there godefrius stood, this time without all his armour pieces. it took him a second to reconcile the image with the one he had of the other just an hour or so prior. just as he was awfully sure that godefrius would be moaning his name just moments later he had also been awfully sure that the guard commander would find himself here. with the way they flirted, the outcome had all been assured. "ah, sir godefrius, i trust that his majesty is well and secure?"

before he could do something to his thoughts, both entertaining or dismissing them, the door in front of him swung open and, behind it, stood oisín, donned in a robe, undone on the front. all thoughts momentarily left godefrius' head as his gaze immediately drifted down to that toned chest and abdomen, quick as a bolt of lightning in his admiration and desire, before flickering up to face the nobleman's eyes squarely. "you needn't worry, my lord," he said after a moment, remembering his words once again. godefrius could only hope that none of his men could listen to his thoughts because, at the moment, no thoughts inside his head involved his majesty and his royal family at all. how could he think of them when there was a fine specimen of man waiting for him?

godefrius allowed himself to be pulled into the room by a firm grip on his wrists. he allowed the nobleman to push him against the door just as he allowed oisín's magic to brush against his. the sensation startled him and he watched the nobleman with a narrowed, slightly questioning gaze. it seemed that the man was a sorcerer or at least someone familiar with magic. powerful and resourceful--godefrius had to wet his lips at the jolt of arousal running through him, breath growing hot and labored. still, he refused to bow his head to oisín's game. he knew the man wanted him to beg, to whine--there was no mistaking the gleam in the nobleman's eyes; he wasn't the first man who wanted godefrius to heel--but he wasn't going to yield without putting up a fight. his lips curled into a teasing smile before he hooked his fingers to the waistband of oisín's pants and dragged him closer until they were pressed against each other. a satisfied sigh escaped godefrius lips at the feeling of hard planes of muscle against his unarmored body and the warmth that spread through him.

Kallias's consistent migraines kept him in the solitude of his home more often then not, but he was feeling exceptionally well this evening and thought he would treat himself to an outing. Much to his attendants' worry. Taverns were one of those kinds one places the oracle would steer away from, but tavern food and drink offered a bit more variety than he was used to. He'd order himself some stew and some water to wash it does, a simple meal that would be savored.

zephyr,  ever  the  picture  of  charm,  couldn’t  help  the  amused  smirk  that  tugged  at  his  lips  as  balthor  vented  his  frustration.  he  leaned  a  little  closer,  his  posture  relaxed  but  still  offering  a  playful  energy,  as  if  his  ease  could  soften  the  other  man’s  gruffness.  it  was  endearing.  he  liked  his  men  a  little  rough  around  the  edges.

"ah,  no  need  to  apologize,  my  tall  friend,"  zephyr  said,  his  voice  warm  &  light,  the  kind  of  smoothness  that  rolled  over  a  person  like  silk.  "i’d  be  lying  if  I  didn’t  say  it’s  hard  to  find  a  view  that  doesn’t  include  a  charming,  broad  back  like  yours."  he  paused,  his  eyes  still  glinting  with  a  spark  of  teasing  mischief.  "and  don’t  be  too  hard  on  yourself  for  not  knowing  the  way.  i’d  say  you’ve  more  important  things  to  worry  about,  like…  perhaps  those  poor,  tired  feet  of  yours."

zephyr  took  a  slow,  deliberate  step  closer,  the  air  between  them  charged  with  his  usual  playfulness  as  he  slowly  stepped  around  him.  "if  you’re  looking  for  a  little  relief  after  such  a  long  day,"  he  continued,  his  tone  softer,  coaxing,  "i’d  be  more  than  happy  to  offer  some  company.  i’m  sure  the  journey  has  taken  its  toll  and  nothing  beats  a  good  foot  rub  after  all  that  marching.  though,  i  must  admit,"  he  added  with  a  wink,  “i’m  very  skilled  with  my  hands.  i  could  offer  more  than  just  that.”

his  smile  was  almost  too  innocent,  though  the  suggestion  was  as  clear  as  day  &  his  gaze  lingered  on  balthor,  leaving  the  offer  open-ended  &  full  of  the  possibility  of  more,  which  he  really  hoped  the  other  would  accept.  he  could  be  a  potential  new  member  of  the  watch,  or  maybe  just  a  comfortable  pillow  for  a  night  or  …well,  time  spent  with  a  handsome  man.

"and you are offering?" balthor asked slowly, his eyes narrowing. he realized that the distance between them was no more and, this close, balthor could feel his warmth. balthor could smell him and the thoughts that crossed his head, impolite and borderline filthy, all because of what he was offered, made him grimace a little. "what's in it for you, boy?" his voice was low, a little raspy. balthor needed a drink badly, if this was what he had to go through. "do you make it a habit to keep strangers company? give me a little foot rub—" and something more, balthor's traitorous mind supplied, "—and what happens next? what would you ask from me?"

now,  darius  didn't  make  a  habit  of  sweet  talking  lord  commanders  of  opposing  kingdoms  with  the  intention  of  coquetry.  but  a  tall,  handsome  &  impressively  broad-shouldered  man  approaching  him  in  the  woods  after  having  observed  him  ...  felt  like  a  gift  from  the  god(s).  in  moments  like  these  believed  in  them  all.  his  yearning  for  the  young  prince  who  stole  his  heart  was  unbroken,  but  he  knew  of  a  reliable  method  to  ease  the  way  until  they  could  see  each  other  again.  godefrius  was  a  welcome  godsent.  so,  so  handsome.  maybe  a  tad  too  submissive,  though  darius  knew  his  title  was  most  likely  the  cause  for  that  &  truth  be  told,  he  couldn't  blame  the  man  for  his  hesitancy.

he  felt  eyes  on  him,  as  someone  who  was  observed  &  monitored  all  his  life,  he  just  felt  it,  but  in  this  case  ....  it  was  welcome.  no  better  feeling  than  to  know  he  was  wanted.  people  always  only  saw  what  he  could  do  for  them  or  who  his  father  was  &  sure  he'd  like  to  think  the  crowd  found  him  to  be  a  handsome  prince,  but  there  it  was.  he  was  a  prince.  would  anybody  consider  him  handsome  if  he  wasn't?  there  was  no  way  to  find  out,  because  his  face  was  known  all  across  the  kingdoms,  something  he'd  seen  to  personally.  unfortunately.  but  this  time,  that  seemed  to  not  get  in-between  him  &  a  little  harmless  excitement.

darius’  lips  curved  into  a  knowing  smile,  bright  with  mischief  as  he  stepped  closer,  fingers  already  working  at  the  clasps  of  his  armor.  "well  then,  ser  godefrius..."  he  purred,  letting  the  first  piece  of  armor  drop  into  the  grass  with  a  muted  thud,  "if  you  insist  on  an  encore,  it  would  be  terribly  unfair  if  i  were  the  only  one  shedding  layers.”  his  gaze  flicked  over  godefrius,  lingering  with  deliberate  intent  before  he  tilted  his  head.  "but  i  should  hope  you  don’t  intend  to  simply  watch  from  the  sidelines  this  time.  if  i’m  to  put  on  a  performance,  i  expect  my  partner  to  keep  up."  his  fingers  toyed  with  the  next  clasp,  a  slow,  deliberate  gesture.  "unless,  of  course,  you  fear  i  might  outmatch  you."  he  added,  voice  light  but  laced  with  challenge.  "but  i  would  hate  to  assume."  oh,  he  loved  a  good  training  session.  nothing  better  to  get  his  blood  boiling.

before  the  lord  commander  could  respond  proper,  the  crown  prince  had  dropped  the  last  pieces  of  his  armor,  leaving  him  in  his  tunic,  tied  at  the  waist  with  a  small  clasp  that  kept  a  sort  of  attractive  midriff  visible  even  now.

his hands moved on their own accords. godefrius wrenched his helmet off and set it down with a light clang, revealing his wild hair, untamed from the long hours he spent being on guard. "it would be my pleasure, your highness," godefrius murmured, only slightly out of breath. he felt winded already, and they hadn't even starter the spar. a momentary pause, eyes gauging his place in front of the prince, before godefrius bowed his head slightly. his gaze, however, was locked on the prince. hidden behind his beard was a teasing smirk. "and i do not intend to lose." it had been a while since godefrius indulged himself in a sparring session, but he knew the prince would give it to him hard, if the sight earlier was truly a show of his prowess. he could only hope that the prince would forgive him if he put a bruise on that pretty face.

godefrius thought it was only logical for the prince to demand the same to him, so he followed suit. deft fingers unclasping his armor piece, one by one, letting them drop into the field with a muted clang. he finally unlatched his pauldron and put in next to his other armor pieces, leaving him only in his gambeson. the prince wanted him to shed layers? fine, godefrius was more than happy to give him a performance. his hands went to unlatch the front latches of his under armor before he shrugged it off, revealing a linen shirt underneath it. without hesitation, he went to pull the shirt off, leaving his torso bare. his scars, old and new, were for the prince to see and godefrius wasn't shy about it. only after he carefully deposited his clothing and armor pieces to the side that he offered a smile to the prince.

with  no  kingdom  to  truly  call  home,  zephyr  owed  fealty  to  no  king  or  queen.  he  lived  by  his  own  rules,  even  if  he  still  thought  of  himself  as  umorian  at  heart.  it  was  simply  easier  this  way—especially  for  a  lone  wolf  like  him.  ties  &  loyalties  only  complicated  things  &  all  he  ever  sought  were  fleeting  trysts  at  best.  a  spirit  as  restless  as  his  rarely  lingered,  but  he  had  a  few  connections  in  nearly  every  town  or  village  he’d  passed  through—which  were  many.  no  kingdom  was  too  grand  or  too  lowly;  he  made  his  way  through  them  all.

the  battles  fought  at  feranthor  were  brutal  &  fresh  recruits  were  always  in  demand.  zephyr  did  his  part,  scouring  every  settlement  for  potential  fighters.  no  town  was  too  small  to  yield  a  worthy  blade—or,  if  nothing  else,  an  afternoon’s  diversion.  though  refusals  were  rare,  he  never  minded  finding  other  ways  to  pass  the  time.

zephyr’s  smirk  didn’t  falter  as  he  tilted  his  head,  gaze  sweeping  over  balthor  with  deliberate  slowness.  "caught  me,  did  you?  well,  can  you  blame  me?  hard  not  to  look  when  something  so—"  his  eyes  flicked  up,  all  feigned  innocence.  "—imposing  blocks  the  view."

then,  as  if  the  thought  had  only  just  occurred  to  him,  he  added  smoothly,  "now,  about  that  lodging.  i  was  rather  hoping  you’d  take  me  there  yourself,  but  allow  me  to  lead  the  way."

Even as a grown man, Jac still felt the strong sense of hesitation in his gut he'd often feel as a child growing alongside the endless groves of trees in Umoria. The familiar feeling giving him pause as he feels the trees around them, gazing. Their weathered trunks surrounding the two men staring in judgement and disapproval as Jac feels the merchant's hand on his shoulder.

"Don't tell me your scared, Murai." Jac couldn't help but tease the merchant. His own hand reached up to hold Murai's hand, Jac's smooth fingers wrapping around the merchant's and guiding him besides the prince. He faces Murai, a curious smile spread across his face as he asks, "After a few minutes, the voices cease being frightening."

Jac takes a step deeper into the haunting woods, curious of the sounds they were hearing, curious of the other man's courage. "Do you trust me?"