#rodbert

Two men with hair the color of coal and faces that could confuse them for twins slept wrapped up together in a single bed. Gilbert sought out the warmth of Roderic, and even while they slept, his body found a way to press against his double attempting to siphon his heat.

It had always been this way when they traveled. It had been this way when they were younger as well, but a point had come when Roderic was moved into his own quarters. After that, the only times they shared a bed as they had when they were children was when they were away from the castle and at the safe houses that Gilbert had dotting the country that only held accommodations for one. 

It wouldn't have been difficult for Gilbert to outfit the room with a second bed, but neither of them had ever brought it up. Gilbert longed for the contact, and Roderic longed for much more. And so, it couldn't be helped and the two would cuddle for convenience’s sake. Or at least that’s what they told themselves.

With the entire Imperial family wiped out, the trips they had to make became more regular and numerous as Gilbert effectively ran the spanning kingdom on his own. With more trips came more chances for the two of them to spend time alone, and more opportunities for them to wrap up in each other's arms.

For some time, Roderic had noticed a subtle change in Gilbert - something that comes from knowing another's quirks and tells so thoroughly. Since the fall of the Emperor, Gilbert had become less closed off. That was the easiest way to put it.

Gilbert had always been far out of reach after his loved ones were beheaded, never wanting to form another attachment. That was understandable. That was when he changed to who he was now. But once the Emperor was nothing more than a broken body at the bottom of a cliff, the distance he had put between him and others started growing smaller.

He started conversations with Roderic that had no point. He planned a future that only he could envision and was dragging all of Obsidian into it. He moved closer when they shared a bed like this, before they fell asleep. It was like he was reaching out for someone's hand to hold onto now that the man who he suffered under the most had been vanquished.

Roderic wanted to reach back. However, acknowledging the change could result in Gilbert pulling away again. So he silently accepted the little differences, and inched ever closer to the man he had fallen in love with a long time ago.

Now, two men with hair the color of coal slept wrapped up together in a single bed. One of them stirred, slowly blinking his eyes in the dim shades of blues and blacks that colored the room from the late night sky. His eyes of blue and red wandered around the room, not truly looking for anything but also taking in every detail in his learned vigilance for self-preservation. Next to him, his other self still slept, his breath silently gusting against his shoulder.

It was common for Gilbert to wake at all hours, even in environments he knew were secure and well protected, like his safehouse, or even his own room in the palace. Sleep was a luxury that people like him were not often afforded, especially when he had no one else to rely on in the middle of the night, not since he had moved Roderic out of his room as a teen.

Gilbert rolled on his side towards his double and snuggled against Roderic’s shoulder, hooking his leg over the man who was radiating heat like a furnace and provided more warmth than the stack of blankets they had layered on top of them. His movement must have disturbed Roderic, because hazy red eyes cracked open and stared for several seconds unfocused.

Roderic's eyelids fell shut, and a smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. A hot hand landed on Gilbert's side and fumbled over the folds of his shirt until it found the bottom hem and slipped underneath. Gilbert tensed under the touch, but Roderic seemed to already have drifted off again after finding a comfortable spot for his hand on Gil's bare skin.

Gil narrowed his eyes at Roderic, a mischievous desire replacing the momentary shock he had felt when Roderic reached under his clothes. How would he respond to the same touch, Gil wondered. If he was honest with himself, Roderic initiating skin to skin contact felt not unpleasant; but Gilbert long ago forgot the enjoyable moments in life and didn't entirely understand what it was like to have someone want to be near him without an ulterior motive. He was aware Roderic wouldn't betray him, he trusted the other man with his life, but what was the point of touching him with that dopey smile on his face?

With curiosity nipping at his thoughts, Gilbert slid his hand up Roderic's side under his shirt, intentionally putting pressure in his touch as he brushed his fingers along his skin so he wouldn't be mistaken for the shifting of clothing while they slept. Roderic let out a content sigh, flexing under Gil's hands and a smirk took hold of Gilbert. He was enjoying it. Roderic's eyelids squeezed together, then he blinked them open. Once again unfocused with sleep, he glanced at Gilbert, noticing how close they were and the wicked grin Gil wore. 

It takes some time for information to make sense to a person on waking. Thoughts full of fictional dreams don't translate well to the logic of the physical world. Gilbert was smiling, and that was not common. The next thing he noticed was the cool touch on his side, and slowly the rest of the info his body was relaying to him started to fall in place. They were holding each other under their clothes, and Gil had a leg draped over him, and he was grinning.

“I wasn’t aware you were such a pervert, Roderic.” Gilbert teased, shifting his leg to emphasize the bulge that had grown under it. Roderic's bulge.

Embarrassment sobered him quickly. Roderic snatched his hand away from Gil and made an attempt to separate the two of them, willing to roll out of bed if needed, but Gilbert pressed his knee towards the mattress and locked Roderic's hip in place with ease. Startled at Gil's refusal to let him move, Roderic stared wide-eyed at him.

“It’s one thing to grope me in your sleep, but don’t you think you should take responsibility for it?” Gilbert’s hand moved from Roderic’s side to his stomach, tracing fingers dangerously near the line of his underwear.

Roderic’s mouth moved several times as words formed on his lips but none of them seemed the right way to say what he was thinking. He didn’t understand what Gilbert was trying to say. Taking responsibility meant… What, in this case? “Forgive me.” He finally said, resulting in an annoyed sigh from Gilbert. Clearly not the answer he was looking for.

“How boring.” Gilbert began withdrawing from Roderic. First his fingers left his skin, then Gil’s leg dragged across his hips, over his erection, but it didn’t seem to be with any sort of erotic intention in mind.

“Wait.” Roderic grabbed Gil’s knee, hooking his hand behind it to keep him from pulling away completely. Gil’s grin had dropped and a glare shot towards Roderic causing him to second guess his hastiness. “I’ll take responsibility.”

A dark eyebrow rose on Gil’s face. “Oh?”

Roderic nodded quickly. His heart thumped against his ribs. The hard, loud beat started a rapid series of uneven pumping as excitement and nervousness sent tingles through his body. “Will you allow me?”

Gilbert watched Roderic, assessing and contemplating something unseen to anyone but him. The weight of Gil’s knee eased back onto Roderic, once again rubbing his thigh purposefully against his erection as Gil returned to how he was laying before. “Go ahead.”

Still holding Gilbert’s knee, Roderic lifted it so he could roll onto his opposite elbow, facing Gil. He stepped his knees between Gilbert’s legs, and guided him onto his back as Roderic took the space above him. For some reason, he still hadn’t let go of Gil’s knee, bent against the side of his hip. His other hand was pressed on the mattress holding himself hovering over Gilbert.

They stared at each other. Neither said a word, but Roderic’s thoughts were chaotic and jumbled and Gil looked as calm as ever. It was different, though, the way that Gilbert looked at him. Roderic didn’t often see Gil without his eyepatch, and while he knew what was beneath the dark cloth, it was different staring directly at it in the dusky shadows of night. It felt less real, like this could all be a dream he was having, one where his desires took control.

He had loved Gilbert for a long time. And while they had shared their first kiss, and Gil had once said he loved him, the curious teens they were were long gone, and Gilbert was a different man now. One that wouldn’t care to hear words of affection any longer - he despised them. Tonight, however, perhaps that curiosity had been revived, or Roderic really was still dreaming.

Roderic leaned in, bringing his lips to softly brush against Gil’s to test the limits of his dream. He was slightly colder than Roderic, and felt more than real enough to once again convince Roderic that this wasn’t a fantasy, but a dream come true. When he pulled back to look at Gil again, the other man smirked and posed a question that came out like a purr. “Is that it?”

Their mouths came together again, pressing lips longer and more firmly together in sweet kisses of innocent youths. Roderic had no real idea what he was doing, and Gilbert had only as much experience as he did, leaving the two fumbling through their first intimate encounter. Their noses bumped one anothers, their breath gusted against wet lips that had pulled apart so they could gasp. Roderic roughly ran his hand down Gilbert’s thigh from where he had still held onto his knee. His fingers rounded Gil’s rump and tucked beneath his underwear.

Gilbert pushed into his touch, lifting his ass to allow Roderic to grab at him, though Roderic ended with his fingers digging into Gil’s hip rather than groping his rear. Gil’s fingers, meanwhile, worked the buttons open on Roderic’s shirt, speedily and efficiently, then he went to work on his own, soon leaving both men with open shirts baring their chests. Roderic sank lower, dropping his hips to settle on top of Gilbert, their cocks nestled together separated only by their undergarments.

Gilbert was the first to rock his hips, rubbing his stiff dick against Roderic, and in turn rubbing Roderic’s cock as well. The friction from the fabric brought an additional sensation that stroking and tugging with his hand didn’t. It was rough, but knowing another person was on the other end made it feel better, somehow. Roderic mimicked the action, having better leverage to drag his dick further up and down on Gil’s own cock. Gil’s eyes rolled back and his eyelids fluttered closed, his chin lifting as a quiet sigh huffed between his lips.

Roderic’s desire flamed hotter at the face he had never seen before on Gil. His lips found Gil’s chin, his jaw, whatever he could reach as he pressed affection after affection on him, continuing to grind against each other. Gil’s hands traced around Roderic’s back to find the band of his underwear, and with a hook of his fingers he pulled them off Roderic’s ass, swooping around to drag it under his dick to let them feel each other.

He shifted under Roderic to lower his own underwear, a task made more difficult by Roderic continuing to stroke himself against Gilbert, now only relying on Gil’s briefs to provide the friction they were enjoying. But soon their parts were free from restriction, and skin touched skin in their most private areas. Roderic paused, panting, holding himself still to try to gain some composure. In the last few minutes, they had stoked a kindling flame that had burned for years within him, and suddenly it was overwhelming and all too much.

Gilbert reached between the two of them while Roderic tried to rein himself in, grabbing Roderic’s manhood and his own in the same hand, lining them up together so he could squeeze and stroke them both at the same time. Another quiet exhale came from Gil, a voiceless moan. Gil pumped their cocks. A fresh drip of precum dribbled onto Gil’s dick from Roderic’s. Roderic leaned his head down to press his forehead against Gil’s shoulder, desperately trying to stave off his impending orgasm.

Gil’s hand felt so good on his cock, and he was touching Gil’s dick with his own. Gilbert was touching his dick and his own. The pressure in his lower abdomen was almost painful, aching to release, and Gilbert’s active participation and quiet sighs and the way his lips had felt and that look on his face – another stroke from Gil and Roderic thrust into Gil’s hand, grinding against him. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, and his seed spilled onto Gilbert’s stomach.

Roderic shuddered as the last bit of cum squirted from his cock, and everything suddenly became still and quiet. He continued to hide on Gilbert’s shoulder, knowing he climaxed too early to have made it enjoyable for Gil, ashamed it had happened so quickly.

Gil’s hand moved again, sliding up towards the head of Roderic’s dick. His finger swiped around the sensitive tip, collecting the slick semen and slowly swirled it around in agonizingly delightful gentle touches that made Roderic shiver.

“We’ll have to work on your stamina for next time.” Gilbert noted with amusement in his voice.

Embarrassment gave way to surprise as Roderic pulled back from Gil to look at his face. Red and blue mismatched eyes met his, unwavering. “... Next time?”

“You’ve left me unsatisfied, you know. How else would you fulfill your promise if this was the final result?” Gil brushed his thumb over Roderic’s cock as if to emphasize the point.

Another meeting. Another teasing touch. Another series of paperwork and orders and tasks to handle all the while Roderic fantasizing the answer to the question Gilbert had asked him earlier: What exactly was he going to do?

When the day finally drew to a close, when Gilbert and Roderic finally returned to the first prince's room, when the door was shut behind them, Gilbert set his cane aside and the practiced movements of master and servant were violently tossed away as the two men snapped together like opposite poles of a magnet.

Their lips beat against each other as their tongues grappled. Their hands clawed at buttons and ties and laces and belts. Their shuffled steps were part of a dance they both fought to lead, pushing each other around the room until Gil found his back to a wall and Roderic pinning his shoulders with equal weight and comparable strength.

Gilbert's red eye hardened and burned. He was not one to be dominated but found Roderic's newfound aggression exciting him in a way he hadn't expected. Roderic's eyes smoldered with the hunger of a man tempted and teased all day while bound, now finally free to taste the meal he was denied. They stared each other down, Roderic meeting his master’s gaze as Gil's mirrored image.

Gil was the first to move, slowly edging to take Roderic's lip between his and biting. Roderic swore and yanked himself free, lunging back in to sink his teeth on Gil's neck. Once again the men pulled and tugged and pushed and wrestled with each other's clothing to free themselves. It was almost a game. One where the winner was determined not by who stripped the other first, but by some secret qualifier that they both would forget when their clothes came free and their fucking began.

They stumbled into a desk and immediately Roderic attempted to mount Gil. The hard edge of the lacquered wood dug into Gil's hip as Roderic twisted his arm to turn him. Gilbert hooked his foot behind Roderic's knee and swept his leg out from under him, knocking him off balance and sending both of them crashing to the stone floor.

They scrambled with their own boots and kicked off the last of their clothing, coming together again in a lovers refrain where their gasping hands sought to grope and lips aimed to kiss in the same violent fashion as before now stripped bare. Their chests heaved together, their breath mingling to become both inhale and exhale shared, Roderic roughly squeezed their hips together, both of them stiff and erect.

Gilbert wrenched his hand between them and grabbed both of their cocks, tugging them both at the same time, stroking them together. His first moan eased into Roderic's mouth spurring on a need inside of Roderic to hear more and make Gil moan louder.

It was easy to push Gil down onto the floor, though he hissed from the cold stone stinging his shoulders, back, and butt. Roderic promised himself he'd apologize for that later. They adjusted with Roderic between Gilbert's legs, and after some spit and stroking, Roderic pumped himself into Gil.

Under normal circumstances, Roderic would be kind. He would be gentle - much to Gilbert's dismay. He would go slow and be certain to avoid any sort of harm. Under normal circumstances. Today, however, was anything but normal if their fighting foreplay and ending up on the floor was anything to judge by. Today, Roderic bore down with his weight and pistoned into Gil as soon as he had penetrated him.

The clapping of his pelvis slapping into Gil's ass quickly filled the room. He clutched Gil's hips, arms locked around his legs, driving into Gil with grunts and labored breathing. Gil's typical soft moans started immediately, driving Roderic to keep his pace and rhythm. The stone floor quickly bruised his knees, unforgiving in his exuberant claiming of the conqueror beast.

Gilbert fisted his own cock, squeezing himself and fervently stroking while Roderic continued to pound into him relentlessly. The polished tile was freezing on his already cold body and brought with it a bitter ache from both the temperature and the way Roderic knocked him against it with every downward thrust. He slowed in his own stroking, putting more attention into the way he squeezed and rubbed the glans of his dick, twisting with varying pressure to coax his first climax.

He wasn't usually one to come so fast, but everything about this time was unusual. He must have changed in his pitch, or his breathing, or something else that tipped Roderic off, because just as he had slowed his own stroking, Roderic broke his rapid speed and changed to churning himself inside Gil. Still holding Gil's hips, Roderic rocked his cock as he pulled himself out and angled himself back in.

Roderic had been on the edge all day. Toyed with and teased and so, so close to coming so many times. The way that Gil moaned, and his cheeks lightly flushed, and the way he was handling himself, the glassy look in his eye hazy with heat and gods be damned the way Gil felt around his cock— Roderic's need toed the edge of bursting right then, but he didn't want to come before Gil.

Slow it down. Don't think about how good he feels. Don't think about how good he sounds.

Roderic's eyes took in the man below him, drawn to Gil's hand moving between the two of them, the glistening precum smeared across the head of his cock as Gil squished the tip between thumb and forefinger, easing up to tug down his shaft and repeating the process. His hips bucked into Gil, knocking another moan from him. Ripping free the last bit of control Roderic had on himself and his climax.

He thrust into Gil, pulling out only a small amount before he thrust into him again, trying to go deeper yet despite their own bodies preventing it. He ground his pelvis into Gil, his cock twitching as it spilled his seed in a series of spurts inside Gil.

Gil swore and his own climax came, spurting translucent sperm over his knuckles and onto his own abdomen. The way his ass clenched as he came had Roderic shuddering, his cock throbbing and begging to stroke himself with Gil's tight hole. But he wanted to give himself time to rest, time for both of them to rest.

His knees hurt from the stone below him, and he had been clutching Gil's hips so tightly he might have left bruises. The floor couldn't be comfortable for Gil, either. He was always cold, and the blankets Roderic would drape about them after they fucked were still layered on the bed out of reach. The both of them laid there panting and lost in the afterglow, until finally Roderic pulled out and away.

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