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fucking, his voice roughened,grunting it out, which threw Henry off his rhythm, overcome with thedesire to perform especially well, to warrant the love that Martinprofessed.Henrywondered if Martin were practiced at saying the words, if hed evertold any other boy that he loved him, but hesitated to ask. Hethought he knew what the answer would be, and he didnt want tohear Martin admit that hed been in love with Richard. He didntwant Martin to lie to him, but he did often want the truth to besomething other than what it was.Sundayevening, they lay curled together on top of the bedding, sweatcooling on their skins, and Henry burned with the desire to say whathe felt. He readied himself to say it, his official daily loveannouncement. It wouldnt be the first time this day, though. Hedbeen unable to resist telling Martin in the morning, leaning over towhisper in his ear as they sat alone in the breakfast room, Martinwith a drop of maple syrup on his lip that Henry longed to lick away.Martin had been wide-eyed at Henrys daring, but had not returnedthe sentiment until later, up in Henrys room with the door locked.Henryhad been unable to resist saying it again then, either, during theirpost-breakfast sex, with Martin riding his prick and coming on hischest, saying Ohgod, Henry, I love you so much,as he wrung an orgasm out of his pretty cock. The combination ofMartins words and his hot spunk splatting against Henrys chestwas the catalyst for an unparalleled intensity of feeling on Henryspart, and the words came out of him without volition, as if he werein a trance.Hedmanaged to keep from saying it the rest of the day, though hedwanted to, many times. It helped that they were in company withfriends, where such declarations would have been both inappropriateand foolhardy. Theyd gone walking in the park with Louis and Peterafter lunch, met up with some of their other friends at BethesdaTerrace, and spent the afternoon following three vivacious youngladies and their very comely slaves hither and yon. The girls hadaccepted the boys attentions as if they were their due, whichHenry took offense at, and he hung back while his friends fell allover one another trying to impress the girls with their gallantry,wit, and manliness. For once, girls read Henrys signals correctlyand focused their efforts on the boys who were receptive to theircharms, leaving Henry free to watch Martin at leisure.Freddiewasnt with them, so neither was Tom. Martin had to make due withSimon, Dick, Ralph and Peter for company, but he gave everyindication of enjoyment, laughing and chatting with the others, andHenry had longed to hang back and walk with him, to listen to himtalk, to smell and touch him, but instead had to listen to hisfriends trade hectic, suggestive banter with some big-headed girls.Hewatched Charles flirting with the prettiest of the three, a brunettein a blue hat decorated with sad little stuffed birds, and glanced atredheaded Simon and considered what he knew of their relations. Fromwhat Martin had told him, he understood that Simon preferred men andwas quite satisfied with Charles as a master,
though of course hecouldnt know if Simon loved his master. He wondered if Charlesloved Simon, if hed ever said so. Charles wasnt like Henry,though; Charles definitely liked girls. He was just nicer to Simonthan he had to be.Whenthey got home, Martin wanted to practice his violin and Henry let himdo it. He lay on the bed with his hands behind his head, his cockhalf-hard and his eyes closed, and said, I love...the way youplay.Martinsaid, Thank you, Henry, with a brilliant smile, but saidnothing more.Hourslater, after both had eaten dinner and all had listened to Pearl readanother batch of magazine articles aloud, Henry was dismissed to hisroom, where he let himself be undressed and put into bed. Martin puton his pajamas and went downstairs with the laundry and the littlegreen glass bottle, as they were out of oil. He was gone longer thanusual, which Henry supposed was to be expected, but he grew impatientnonetheless.Martinreturned with a full bottle and an impish grin, and climbed onto thebed and into Henrys embrace. They rolled around and wrestled alittle, ending up on their sides, spooning, Martin twisting his upperbody so that they could keep kissing while they fucked. Henry lovedthat they could have so much of their bodies touching in thisposition, that they could be so close.Martinasked, Do I feel good to you, Henry? in a breathy voice, alittle shy, as if he really wasnt sure.Hefelt so good that Henry was shaking. He wrapped his trembling handaround Martins cock and said, You feel amazing. You feel sogood to me. He couldnt last. He kissed Martin and said, CanI come? Are you close?Martinmade a throaty little growl and his cock flexed in Henrys fist.Do it, Henry. Let me feel it. He arched his back, pressing hisass against Henrys hips.Henrylet go of Martins cock and took hold of his hip for leverage andbegan to fuck him with purpose, wanting to come, wanting to explodeinto him. Martins body, his ass, was the perfect meld of velvetyheat and tight slickness; Henrys cock never felt better than whenit was inside Martin. He felt the tension build deep at the root ofhis cock and the last few frantic seconds were like a race, runningpell-mell for the tape and bursting through. He shuddered and groanedin Martins ear, his eyes fluttering shut.Holdme. Martin wriggled against Henry, his back pressed to Henryschest. Help me come, too.Henryheld him close, wanting to keep his cock inside Martin as long aspossible. He kissed the back of Martins neck, his hand spread lowacross Martins belly, while Martin tugged at his prick.Henry,Henry,oh, god, I He cut off his own words with a shout and he stilledas the muscles of his belly jumped under Henrys hand.Henrycurled around him, still inside him, but Martin turned in his arms sothat they might kiss, causing Henrys cock to slip out of his body,and both made sounds of dismay. Henry trembled still, little shiversthat gave him goose bumps.Ina low voice, Martin asked, Are you cold?No,Henry said. It had been nearly twelve hours since hed last saidit; surely he could say it again now. Im not
cold. I just feelso much, Martin. I...I love you. Saying it aloud, at last, waslike being parched and sere and then drinking a river, and Henryexulted in it, drenched in emotion.Martinmoaned and held Henry closer, fitted himself against his body. Ilove you, too, Henry. I want to tell you all the time, you know. Istop myself a thousand times a dayWhy?Why stop yourself?Idont want you to think Im saying it frivolously. I want to cometo you as a man who loves you, not a silly child.Henrylaughed and gave Martin a squeeze. I feel the same way. Imtrying to be very mature, but its hard when I want to telleveryone how amazing you are, and how lucky I am to have you.Youreso sweet. Martin was quiet a moment and then said, Its toobad theres no one we can tell, no one at all.Itsnot safe, Henry said by way of agreement. He thought his bestchances of being understood were among other queer men, but hesupposed it was possible that even queer men would frown on a manfalling in love with a slave. He recalled Reggies promise to helphim and hoped that his uncle would come through. If he could telljust one person, and that person would be happy for him, he might beable to be content.OnMonday, Freddie was uncharacteristically taciturn and irritable inbetween morning classes. In the break between Mr. Grangers classand Mr. McLachlans, he came to Henrys desk and leaned over,speaking to him in a low voice.Ineed to talk to you alone, Henry. Ill find you after lunch, allright?Henrywas instantly concerned. Whats this about, Freddie?Freddieshook his head. After lunch.Itwas cold and raining, so boys opted to stay indoors after lunch,wandering the hallways and lounging in the library. Henry found aquiet seat at an empty table in the reference section by arain-spotted window. Martin stood near his chair and Henry turned tolook up at him.Doyou know what Freddie wants? Did Tom say anything?Martinpaled. I think Mr. Caldwell should tell you, Sir.Soyou do know something! Tell me whatsOh,heres Mr. Caldwell, now, Sir. Hell explain it all.Freddieapproached, his expression grim, and Tom followed with his headbowed, looking miserable and ashamed. Freddie sat down across fromHenry, Tom at his back.Freddieleaned over the table and spoke quietly. So, listen, Henry. I haveto tell you something Id rather everyone didnt know. If all theguys found out, thered probably be a riot, but it affects yourslaves, so Im telling you and onlyyou, all right?Henrywas a little alarmed. Whats going on, Freddie?ItsTom, Freddie said. Hes got the clap and hes probablygiven it to your stable slaves. He wont have given it to any ofour friends, thank god, but I know some of them would panic anyway ifthey knew, so pleasedont tell anyone, Henry, Im begging you.Uh...okay.Wow. Henry was a little overwhelmed. How did he get it?Oneof his girls, Freddie said dismissively, his face twisted withdisgust. I gave him leave to do as he pleased, but I thought heduse some common sense!Henryhad some minimal knowledge of gonorrhea thanks to James. When Jameshad contracted gonorrhea, hed bragged of it just as hed braggedof
the promiscuity that exposed him to the disease, but hedcomplained bitterly of the weeks-long cure.Wehad the doctor in to see him, Freddie continued. He spent theentire weekend having his prick flushed with silver solution, andhell probably have to keep on treating it another couple of weeksat least. He turned and looked over his shoulder at Tom, andalthough his annoyance was still very apparent, he gave Tom alopsided smile. Poor idiot.Heturned back to Henry. Hes very worried about your slaves. Whatare their names again, Tommy?Jerryand Arthur, Sir, Tom said glumly.Maybeyou knew already, but hes been carrying on with them for awhile,Freddie said. Hes quite fond of them, you know, so this is badluck for him.Henrythought of how happy Tom, Jerry and Arthur had all seemed at Billyswedding and felt terrible for all three of them. He supposed it waspossible that Jerry and Arthur might overlook this, but it seemedunlikely.Iwanted you to know so you could have your doctor look at them. Itsbest to catch it early, they say.I-Imreally sorry, Sir, Tom said in a quiet, tremulous voice. Inever wanted anything like this to happen.Ofcourse you didnt, Henry said, trying to sound reassuring. Haveyou talked to Jerry and Arthur yet?Notyet, Sir. Mr. Caldwell is letting me go see them after school today.Tom certainly did not seem as if he was looking forward to this,however.So,promise you wont tell the others, Henry. Freddies eyesdarted nervously around their corner of the library. I haventeven told Wendell, and hes my best friend, he said. Itsall under control now. I havent taken Tommy to a swap in awhile,and Im keeping him out of them until hes cured, so I dontsee why anyone should need to know.Thissounded reasonable to Henry. I wont tell. Thanks for letting meknow. Ill make sure Jerry and Arthur are looked after.Freddiegot up from his chair. I need to go find Wendell, or hellwonder where I am. Thanks a lot, Henry. Youre a good sport.Henryturned to look up at Martin, wide-eyed. So, he said, his voicejust louder than a whisper. This is bad news.Doyou think we should just tell Mr. Tim, Sir? Martin asked in anequally hushed tone. Maybe your father wont even need to know.Henryhad not thought that far ahead. He stood up; it was easier to talk inwhispers if Martin wasnt having to bend over to hear. Itsgood that Tom is going to tell them himself, dont you think?Hesso worried, Sir! Hes afraid theyre going to be very mad athim.Henryrather thought they would be. He felt bad for Tom, and for Jerry andArthur, but he felt vindicated for opting out of swaps, and forkeeping Martin all to himself.Louisand Peter rounded the nearest row of shelves.Thereyou are! Louis crowed triumphantly, unconcerned that he was in alibrary. What are you doing over here by yourself?Iwas looking something up, Henry said, making a vague gesturetoward the books.Thisseemed to satisfy Louis, who shrugged off this uninterestinginformation. Do you have any cards?Cards?Wewant to play poker, but no one has any cards.Wereat school,Henry pointed out. Who has cards at school?Apparentlynobody, Louis said, with another shrug. He turned to Martin, Say,do
you have any idea why Freddie is so cranky? You being so closewith Tom, and all.Martinlied smoothly. No, Sir. Tom hasnt mentioned anything that mightbe bothering Mr. Caldwell.Comeon over here with the rest of the guys, Louis said, with a jerk ofhis chin. Jeremy has some new dirty pictures hes showingaround.Really?Henry tried to sound interested and thought he came off rather weak,but it seemed to pass muster with Louis. He followed his friend to acorner deep in the stacks where boys were passing around photographsof women exposing their tits and cunts. Henry feigned interest inthese lewd images, hoping there might be a sex photo with a glimpseof cock, though he was ultimately disappointed in this regard.WhileHenry shuddered inwardly at images of womens soft parts, heglanced up occasionally to look at Martin where he stood leaningagainst the shelves with Tom, who seemed near tears. When the bellrang, Henry and his friends followed their slaves downstairs to theirrespective classrooms, and he noted with some jealousy that Martinput a comforting arm around Toms shoulders.Afterschool, they could say nothing until they parted from Louis and Peterat the front gate.Theygave Billy their coats and went upstairs.Whatdo you think we should do, Henry?Fatherand Timothy wont be home for another couple of hours at least,Henry said. I guess we just wait.Willyou come down to talk to Mr. Tim with me when hes home? I dontknow why, but Im a little nervous.Imsort of worried that Jerry and Arthur will be in trouble, Henryadmitted.Me,too, Henry. He sat next to Henry on the edge of the bed and leanedhis head on Henrys shoulder. Tom is so frightened. Hesworried that Jerry, especially, will never want to see him again.Well,thats not unlikely, Henry pointed out. He picked up Martinshand and intertwined their fingers. He really does like them alot, doesnt he? I could see how upset he was this afternoon.
achieve? The humiliation of a perceivedadversary? Well, Dylen had certainly put paid to that attempt andneatly turned the tables on him. Now all Riodan could hope was forDylen to be magnanimous enough not to report Guyons behavior toRohyr.Herubbed the bridge of his nose wearily. If he were truly honest withhimself, it would be a blessed relief were Guyon banned from theCitadel. Then there would be one place at least where he could beconfident of not encountering him. He closed his eyes and sighed. Howhad his relationship with Guyon deteriorated in so short a time? Theywere friendsor supposed to be friends. He would not have consentedto the betrothal otherwise.Someonestepped out onto the adjacent balcony. It was Dylen.Riodansaw him turn briefly to gaze at something inside the great hall. Helooked in the direction of Dylens gaze and realized he waswatching his brother and law-brother. Lassen stood in the circle ofRohyrs arms, leaning back against him while Rohyr spoke to hiscounsellor uncle Yovan Seydon and his spouse Mered. The royalcouples easy intimacy was wonderful to behold. Butit can be painful for some,Riodan thought, when Dylens face took on a wistful expression.Heimpulsively headed over to the other balcony.Dylenhad turned back to look up at the star-flecked sky and did not noticehis arrival. But when Riodan came up alongside him, Dylen visiblystiffened before training an inquiring stare on him. Riodan wonderednot for the first time how Dylen usually managed to sense hispresence.Hehesitated, unsure what to say. But, slightly unnerved by Dylenssteady gaze, he said rather inanely, I see you needed some freshair as well.Dylenregarded him frowningly then nodded. Why did you join me? heabruptly asked. He glanced at the balcony Riodan had vacated. Theair is just as fresh yonder.Riodanflushed. I wished to speak to you, he admitted. Sospeak.Damnit all, Dylen made it so hard! Riodan exhaled and said, I want toapologize for Guyons behavior.Dylenscowled. Why are you apologizing for that thickhead? Its auseless exercise and not worth the words or effort wasted on it. Orare you expressing remorse for the motives that led you to acceptwedlock with someone like him? he taunted. In which case, Illthank you not to foist your self-inflicted troubles on me.Riodanstared at him, shocked by Dylens open rancor. Cant you letthe past be? he blurted. Must you always have it stand betweenus? What in Aisen will it take to soften your heart, Dy?Hefell back a step when Dylen visibly bridled.Youdare say that to me? Dylen scathingly said. You call mehard-hearted for refusing your overtures? You who would have ratherlet my father die a wretched death than forego a proper match and aplum assignment. Why in the name of all thats holy should I forgetthe past and risk putting myself through that misery once more? Andat your so very capable hands may I add.Riodanaverted his face as if struck. His throat tight from Dylenscrushing disdain, he could not muster a reply.Ittook me years to recover from your treachery, Ambassador, Dylencontinued, his voice dripping with pain and scorn. And now youthink I can just set that aside and take you back as if my heartnever
broke and my soul didnt wither from your denial of ourfriendship and your refusal to help Adda.He smiled bitterly. I think not.Witha curt nod, he departed the balcony. Riodan listlessly turned aroundand, resting his elbows on the balustrade, buried his face in hishands. He wondered if he would ever manage to win Dylensfriendship anew.Thatwould suffice. It would have to. He had forfeited his right to regainwhat had once been his alone and lost it for the least of reasons.MustI intervene, Rio?Startled,Riodan whirled about to find Rohyr at his side. The Ardan wasregarding him with open compassion.Imean no offense, Rohyr, but why would you want to? Riodan dullyasked. Rohyrs eyes followed his brother as he made his way amongthe guests. I wouldntbotherif there was naught to work with, he admitted. But there isa spark of something and its high time Dylen knew some happiness.Ibetrayed him, Riodan raggedly said. Wounded him terribly. Hewants nothing to do with me.Sohe claims, Rohyr replied. But, were that true, would he stillkeep the wristlet you gave him? When Riodan responded with obviousdisbelief, he added, Beaten gold and woven leather with aheartstfire clasp.Riodangaped at the accurate description. You-youve seen it?TheArdan raised his left hand. He never exposes his wrist when youare present. What think you does he conceal from you?Hopeflared in Riodans heart. But, a moment later, it dimmed, and hesighed and shook his head. Dylen deserves far better than thelikes of me, he morosely said. I let fear and ambition rule meand my choices.Rohyrshrugged. An error in judgment.Anunforgivable one, Riodan insisted. Its not a thing to takelightly.Itsnot, Rohyr agreed. But neither is it irredeemable. After all,are there any amongst us who have never made a like mistake?Riodanshrugged. I would think you for one.Rohyrsnorted. You would think wrong. I allowed my choices to bedictated by what I thought was proper rather than what was right. HadI abided my own judgment I would have bound myself to Lassen long agoand not left the door open to a forced marriage that led me to shedthe blood of my own kin.Riodangrimaced at the reminder of Rohyrs first brush with matrimony. Onethat had nigh ended in disaster for king and country and led to deathin the royal family.Ididnt fear the unrest that might have occurred had I wed himthen, Rohyr grimly admitted. But I disliked having to deal withthe unpleasantness I expected would follow. And I thought that if Idid my duty, it would ensure the peace and Ylandre would be safe.His grey eyes glittered with pained remembrance. Well, thatcertainly wasnt how it turned out, was it? And the irony of it allis that Lassen had acquitted himself so well as my leman that fewwould have opposed his becoming my consort after all. Even amongstthe nobility. Rohyr sighed regretfully. Think of the misery andrancor that could have been averted had I read the peoplessentiments correctly. Not to mention spared Uncle Imcael the grief oflosing a son.TheArdan clapped an encouraging hand on Riodans shoulder. You madea mistake, thats true, but you can make amends for it. As forDylen, he can claim all he wants
Lassen, cleansing him of the leavings of their previousexertions.Tisjust I find it amusing that, when it comes to us, bathing doesntalways signal the end of a nights rutting. Lassen tuggedsuggestively on Rohyrs shaft while he rinsed it. I wager youvestill got enough in you for another bout or two.Rohyrdid not reply but leaned forward and nuzzled the side of Lassensneck before kissing his way to his throat. Lassen responded bytossing back his head, giving the Ardan full access to the smoothflesh. Rohyr chuckled against his throat.Andwho makes certain that Ill be up for another bout or two? heteased. When they were done, they retreated to the bed once more.Rohyr drew the bedcurtainsthen pulled Lassen down beside him to lie within his embrace.Snuggled against his king, Lassen contentedly sighed.Prudentof you to let Vyren sleep alone tonight, Rohyr murmured.Lassensnorted. I seem to recall the suggestion came from you. Heraised his head and eyed Rohyr with mock severity. Indeed, youinsisted on it and scarcely gave me time to tuck him in.Rohyrshrugged. I was tired of having to hold back for fear of wakinghim up. Its been a while since Ive heard you scream loud enoughto awaken the entire Citadel.Idont screamAndeven longer since youve thrown discretion to the four winds andpleasured me as ardently as a wanton strung out on a love philter.Ibeg your pardonAnd,Veres almighty, you cant imagine how much I missed it.Thateffectively brought Lassen up short. He gazed anxiously at Rohyr.Whydidnt you say so? I wouldve seen to your needs forthwith hadyou told me. Rohyr grinned. You havebeen seeing to my needs, Las. Dont think youveneglectedme. I only meant that I missed making love with you as riotously aswe did before you birthed Vyren.Lassenregarded him thoughtfully. You restrained yourself because youcould see how caught up I was in his care, he murmured. Imsorry, Roh.Forwhat? For being a doting father to our son? Rohyr shook his head.Ive been as obsessed with Vyrens care as you.Thatsnot surprising given that hes your heir as well as yourfirstborn. Lassen gazed contritely at his spouse. Perhaps thereis naught to apologize for, but that doesnt mean I shouldnt tryto improve on what we do have. He pressed tender kisses to Rohyrsmouth. Im glad Vyren is old enough to leave in Josels caremost nights. Now I can attend to you as much as you wish. Hebrought their lips together in a longer, more heated kiss. And youneednt restrain yourself any longer, my love. Tonight or any othernight.Ishall hold you to that, Rohyr said, breaking into a rakish grin.Lassensoftly laughed and laid his head on Rohyrs shoulder again. Ididnt think it possible for anyone to be so happy as we are. How Iwish others could also know such joy.Rohyrran his fingers through Lassens hair. Are you thinking ofanyone in particular?Youknow I am, came the muffled reply as Lassen nuzzled his shoulder.Dylen.Dontyou wish that as well?Ofcourse. Rohyr sighed. But so long as he nurses his angertowards Riodan, I fear he will never have joy or peace. Much as hestill despises what Riodan did, he hasnt stopped caring for himeither. I warrant hes furious