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Post by achromatic on Feb 2, 2021 8:23:14 GMT -5
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Cassian was tired of this castle. Like seriously, was there anywhere else he could go? He had tried to sneak out once, to head out to the city and take a look around. He had been to Pyxis only a couple of times before this, and there had to be something else out there that was infinitely more interesting than the stupid hallways of this labyrinth. Unfortunately, it was the head of the maids who had caught him. Despite it all, that woman had no fear for anything. Not even when he threatened to have her head. She had just laughed and sent for the guards. Apparently being king now meant that he had no privacy at all. The only place other than his chambers seemed to be in the large garden and the forest beyond. It was a private place, only meant for the royal family and other events like garden parties or hunts. He had been on his way to perhaps take a horse out or something, just find a way to escape the drudging meetings and boring ceremonies. If anyone caught him trying to leave the castle, he was certain they'd follow in case he tried to leave without an escort. It was annoying really; he may have grown up as a spoiled rich kid, but there were things he could do on his own. Descending down the back stairs towards a gate he was certain would be open, he was intent on finding a way outside, but the sounds of clashing metal caught his attention. Hm? There were still plenty of rooms and spaces he had yet to explore–plenty of which were apparently 'not appropriate for a king'–and curiosity got the best of him. A room, decorated with weapons and a padded ground. A training room? Interest blossomed in the young king's eyes, as he scanned the room, eyes stopping at the sight of the man training with one of the dummies. Oh, and what a sight to behold, he thought, his teeth meeting his lower lip. If he had been looking for eye candy before, he certainly had it now. The man was built like an adonis, and a grin appeared on his face, watching him swing the sword in an impressive manner. "Who taught you how to fight?" he called out, interest in his eyes.
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Post by fleur on Feb 2, 2021 18:21:10 GMT -5
Who taught you how to fight?
Sweat beaded down Ezra's forehead between the errant strands of hair plastered against his skin, shock laden upon his features at the sound of a voice causing him to start. And that voice belonged to the king, no less. He quirked an eyebrow, no stranger to the lust he could divine in Cassian's olive eyes, and it spurred a similar look in his own burnished gaze that coupled well with the sly grin unfolding on his face.
"Myself, your majesty. There are a certain set of skills one acquires when they have to fend for themselves, you see." Gracefully...or not at all, he stabbed the silvered end of the blade into the panels on the floor and advanced towards Cassian, curiosity running rampant through him. "Interested in the art, my lord?" There was a taunt veiled thinly in the titles, perhaps even a hint of possession invading it. Ezra considered himself exempt from the obligations others felt when they addressed their royal highnesses that he owed to his long-standing relationship with the queen, but standing here, bare-chested, and with the boy king staring him down like that, they just slipped off his tongue, slicked as it was with the drool accumulating in his mouth, the man swallowing thickly.
Was this forbidden fruit? This was his king, his best friend's husband. Was it wrong that he knew it wouldn't stop him, knowing what he knew of their marriage and of Cassian?
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Post by achromatic on Feb 2, 2021 18:54:05 GMT -5
Cassian had always hated the way the nobles talked with him, with their simpering little faces and their desire to simply please him. Spirits, if he told them to jump off a cliff for the chance to eat at his tables, he was certain that half of them would. He spent most of his time in these castle walls either being hated or feared, or catered to. It was kind of refreshing, to not have someone immediately change who they were just because he entered the room.
"I guess you can say that," Cassian smirked. The man's boldness was attractive, to say the least, "you know, I always wanted to learn how to wield a sword properly, but either I'm just really shit at it, or all my teachers were pathetic. Maybe you can help me figure out, hm? If it's the second option, I'll make sure my father fires all my other sword-fighting tutors."
It wasn't as if he had never fought with a sword before. The fact that he was absolutely shit was a lie. He wasn't great, but hey, when you had an older brother who chased you down the hallway with a sword, you had to fight back eventually, right? He was a Rotherhithe, and that meant fighting was in their blood. It was a necessity to learn.
He just...didn't find a particular talent for it. Still, if learning from this man meant seeing him shirtless and having someone around who wasn't sucking up to him all the time, that was as good as any at this point. Cassian took another few moments to admire the man, before licking his lower lip.
"What's your name again?" he asked, "and you don't need to call me lord, just call me Cassian. I think we can be on a first name basis, can't we?" He gave Ezra a wink.
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Post by fleur on Feb 2, 2021 19:19:05 GMT -5
Cassian claimed ineptitude, and the thought nearly insinuated a wry laugh from the swordsman, knowing there was at least one type of sword he was known to be proficient at handling. After all, gossip traveled fast in a castle, with the maids and the servants and all that time they feigned busy work when really they were observing the antics of their superiors. "Ezra," he bequeathed his name to avoid the growing amusement tickling his throat. It took all the willpower he could muster to refrain from a lewd comment referencing Cassian's extracurricular activities, which he was sure would not be appreciated.
"It's nice to meet you in the flesh, lord Cassian." Ezra curtsied in front of him, the motion fluid but laced through with the obvious pleasure he derived out of poking fun at the royal uptightness this palace expected of its residents. Still, there was a sultry lilt to the way he spoke the king's name.
Straightening up, he pretended to ponder over the request Cassian poised. "Tutor you? And what, may I ask, are the benefits for me? Barring your exquisite company, of course." Cassian was no eye sore; Ezra's dark eyes roved over his body, taking in his lanky form and curly mop of hair. He would accept the proposition without further prompt, if only because it would be so very rude of him to defy his majesty a request like that, but, well, if there was something more he could get out of it, it didn't hurt to ask.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 2, 2021 19:51:09 GMT -5
Ezra, huh? Cassian chuckled. The man certainly didn't lack in the bravery department, and well, from the looks of it, he didn't lack in certain other departments as well. So the man had heard of him. Then again, who in the castle hadn't? Most of the others tried to go about their own routines, either greeting him or ignoring him, and frankly, Cassian couldn't care less, until they were useful at least. The only person he knew somewhat was the queen, and even that was a stretch.
"Technically, it's not a request," he replied sweetly, though the amusement still remained in his smile, "but if you do a good job, I'm certain I'll find...something to motivate you. I mean, I am technically the king after all." Cassian's teeth found his lower lip for a moment, as he grabbed another sword from the wall, one that wouldn't be too heavy for him.
"So what do you want?" he asked, "I don't mean just out of this, but, what made you decide you wanted to spend a chunk of your life trying to protect us spoiled rich brats from the great outside?"
He was curious, after all. Surely the castle provided safety and sustenance and probably a decent pay, but Cassian barely knew the outside world, one where people actually had to work to survive or to find a place in the world. Like it or not, Ezra being in the right place at the right time was like dangling a new toy in front of a cat. It was only a matter of time before he'd pounce.
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Post by fleur on Feb 3, 2021 18:46:57 GMT -5
The way his gaze followed Cassian's movement through the room resembled that of a predator stalking prey, the smirk fixated upon his face. "That's a good choice," he acknowledged with a wave of his hand at the blade the king now brandished. "I call it Durendal, like the angelic sword in those old poems." He'd never read them himself, but Aela often liked to read aloud to him, which was about the only way literature snuck its way into his head. "It's a rapier-- lightweight, which...fits you."
The sword itself was long and thin, its steel nearly a perfectly unmarked white, but as Cassian would move and the light would lance across its surface, decorative traces of scarlet became more obvious. Something few knew of the guard was that in his downtime, he dabbled in the art of swordmaking and found a giddy pleasure in imbuing qualities of his magic in his products, which he swapped out with the castle's much less boring array of weaponry. There were other benefits to this trade of his-- but those had yet to become relevant, to his dismay.
"Living somewhere like this beats dying in a prison," Ezra mused tunefully, like he was mentioning the sunny weather they'd been enjoying. "Plus, the view is nice." He maintained his stare on Cassian for a moment longer before, begrudgingly, he nodded to the dummy that was looking a little worse for wear. "C'mon, my lord. Show me what you're made of."
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Post by achromatic on Feb 3, 2021 19:04:37 GMT -5
Durendal. He had never heard of this name, but if it was from an old poem, he was sure he'd hear of it soon. "Maybe after this, you can tell me more about this angelic sword of yours," his voice was sly.
"Hmm, fair answer," he replied. Ezra presented himself as a sort of danger, like the edge of the sword he wielded, and danger was always an exciting thing. In a way, it made him even more curious to who this man was. Beats dying in a prison huh? "You know, the more you tell me about yourself, the more curious I am," he mused, "why would you be dying in a prison instead of on the streets of the cities? Really makes me wonder what you're hiding."
Cassian held out the sword, before gazing over Ezra once again. The man was observant, that much he could tell, and certainly a better swordsman than he was, but then again, dark fairies never played by the rules, perhaps his only advantage. With Ezra looking at him so intently, his eyes flickered towards the man's left shoulder, as if to strike non-dominant arm, and certainly as he drew his sword, it seemed like he was aiming there.
The last split second, he switched directions, his rapier moving towards Ezra's side.
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Post by fleur on Feb 3, 2021 20:24:10 GMT -5
Cassian's comment was not lost on the handsome ruffian, whose head was thrown back in a genuine, shaking laugh. "Maybe I can," he chuckled when he regained some sense of composure, only just. "You'll have to best me in combat, however. Will the pupil surpass his master?" Again with the possessive articles, mischief never straying far from his tongue.
He enjoyed this game they were playing, with Cassian greedily digesting the tidbits he was baiting him with. If he knew the true story, perhaps he would be far less inclined to entertain the banter, though he wasn't privy to the fact that they had similar difficulties regarding fathers and abuse. They bought sought their own freedoms; Ezra's just happened to land him in cages rather than castles. He deigned not to give away much more of himself quite yet, the hunger in Cassian's queries enticing him into secrecy when he was far too often willing to divulge too much about himself. Instead, his smirk merely broadened and he eyed the young man's stance.
Ezra was no stranger to underhanded tactics. Cassian was far too obvious in his efforts to not be obvious, and his strike was parried in a fluid motion, the clash of steel meeting steel a chilling sound in the deafeningly empty room. In the same moment his bare hand gripped the blade, blood pooling in the crease between his flesh and the steel, and he drove his own sword past towards Cassian's chest, halting precariously closely to the threads of his shirt. "Certainly that isn't all you've got, my lord?"
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Post by achromatic on Feb 4, 2021 5:23:16 GMT -5
Cassian laughed. "So you want me to call you master now?" he grinned, "kinky." He liked the man's laugh; it was the kind of laugh that filled the space, and it wasn't lost on Cassian that they both had a similar sense of humour. That in itself was hard to find in this stuffy castle, and what could he say? He was smitten. A tall glass of dark and handsome paired with his loneliness was really not a great combo.
The man's sword moved so quickly that Cassian knew immediately that he'd lose to him. That's what he got for training with a fully-prepared swordsman, he supposed, and he could barely beat his teacher back home either. It was actually the fact that the man was willing to go so far, to slice his hand in a mock battle to win, that told Cassian who he really was. Ezra was the kind who didn't meet halfway, it was all or nothing. Interesting. He could feel the tip of the sword graze the skin of his chest, and he knew exactly what kind of precarious situation he was in if this was a real fight.
Still, Cassian wasn't the type who gave up without a struggle. Immediately slamming the heel of his foot into the other man's shins, he ducked and slid out of the way, he ducked underneath the man and pointed the sword at his hip. Not exactly a defining blow or anything truly dangerous, but he wasn't giving up.
"Mm, still got a little bit of fight left I think," he grinned, "maybe you just have to force me to surrender."
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Post by fleur on Feb 4, 2021 16:28:04 GMT -5
The king was certainly not disappointing. On the contrary he was pleasantly surprising. Ezra had much lower expectations of the man bonded to his best friend, based on how Aela recounted their strained relationship. He'd expected dull, dry, not the man in front of him with the rapier wit whose lean body seemed to taunt him, drawing his eyes lower and lower towards his--
"DICK!" snarled the man sharply, Cassian's assault managing to catch him off guard. He was bent over when he saw the blade closing in, abruptly stepping back in case the strike was underestimated and he turned into an Ezra-kabob. The throb in his shins subsided just in time for him to appreciate the bait thrown to him. "Oh? You want it rough? You asked for it."
He lunged, and their ensuing spar went on for several minutes with each of them narrowly avoiding defeat, Ezra employing his advanced tactics and Cassian using his inherent trickery to weasel away. They could have carried on for hours, evenly matched, if not for the guard pushing the king further towards the corner of the room. Cassian was left unaware until he was boxed in on every side, and Ezra sidled up closely, barring his way out. They were inches apart, trembles crawling along his spine at the magnetic tension shivering between them. "I think it's best you surrender to me now," he murmured, his mouth slick with that cheshire grin of his, "my lord."
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Post by achromatic on Feb 4, 2021 16:47:06 GMT -5
Cassian laughed as Ezra swore, and immediately it was a flurry of swords and steel. Frankly, he was a bit surprised he could keep up, but he assumed Ezra was probably making it easier for him too. Not to mention, well, not going by the rules helped a lot. For once, he could almost thank Cato for this; if it wasn't for his brother constantly chasing him down, ready to beat him black and blue with whatever sword he had, he'd probably never get this far.
Still, the one thing he lacked was this ability to look at things from the bigger picture. That had always been Carina's talent, after all. He didn't even notice he was being backed up against a corner until it became literal, as Ezra pinned him against the wall. Oh yeah, if Cassian had been doubting it earlier, he was a hundred percent sure that he had a competency kink. Ezra looked even more delicious than he did before. The boy's pupils dilated as the smirk appeared on his face.
"Why don't you make me?" he grinned defiantly, his eyes flickering to Ezra's lips for a brief second before focusing back on his face. Like it or not, the tension in the air was making him warm in more than one place.
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Post by fleur on Feb 4, 2021 20:42:25 GMT -5
The taunt did what it intended to do, Ezra needing very little invitation before he wrenched the sword from Cassian's grasp and sent both of them skittering to the farther side of the room. Using one of his hands to hoist the king's above his head, his other hand slipped into Cassian's pants. "You don't disappoint, my lord," he crooned, another pleasant surprise hard against his palm.
Arousal flared into a burning, irresistible need, and he moved forward so their bodies were pressed together and his mouth could find Cassian's, the kiss primal and demanding, offering none of the gentleness he would were Cassian a woman. Men just made him want to be dominant, and oh, he planned on it.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 4, 2021 20:53:53 GMT -5
Spirits, he had never been so turned on in his life. Perhaps it was due to his needs not exactly being met the last couple of weeks, but the sound that came out of his mouth as Ezra shoved his hands in his pants was positively sinful. His arms tensed under Ezra's grip, as his breathing hitched, and suddenly the other man's lips came crashing down on his.
Oh he wanted this. Ezra was like a glass of water after forty days and forty nights in the desert. He was like a fire in the dead of winter. He was like... he was like... it didn't matter, because immediately, Cassian responded as if he was drowning and Ezra was the air he needed. His teeth caught the other man's lower lip and his eyes sparkled in mischief his tongue slipped into the other man's mouth. He was always a cheeky, bratty kind of lover, after all. The fact that he was pinned to the wall made him weak in the knees and oh, he wanted more.
"We're going to do it here?" he laughed as he pulled away, "you know, you're really starting to fit this wild child idea you're portraying if you're going to fuck your king in the training room of the guards."
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Post by fleur on Feb 6, 2021 16:34:50 GMT -5
Cassian's tug on his lip elicited a moan from deep within his throat. This was the thrill he'd been deprived of, the release he so desperately needed after his lips fell too short of Aela's. Sure, he had his pick of the castle pretty much and if all else failed there were always the residents of Vela who were all too happy to jump into bed, but there was nothing like forbidden fruit. Cassian was the apple he was commanded to ignore; but Ezra was unafraid of being cast out of Eden for taking a bite, his mouth moving to graze teeth against the king's neck.
"This is my kingdom, my lord," his breath swept out against the porcelain skin beneath his lips. "You're under my command here, so shut up and be a good boy for me now. I may deign to not torture you too much," taunted the guard.
He did, in fact, deign to torture Cassian far too much, first with his hands and then his mouth, feeling how his king's body would come so close only for the pleasure to halt until he calmed enough to become desperate. Cassian might have been a bratty lover, but Ezra was devious and oftentimes mean about withholding what his partner deeply desired, teasing them right to the brink and then reeling them back in. It wasn't until the king was begging that he finally gave in and gave him exactly what he asked for.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 6, 2021 16:51:20 GMT -5
The other man's groan was like music to Cassian's ears, and gods, he had never been so hard in his life, pinned to the wall by a handsome man like him. It was just the primal raw energy, the way the other was staring at him like he was a delicious meal that just made this all the more exciting. Part of him loved this out of spite–all of this was just a big fuck you to Aela really–but part of him just loved the idea of not having to think, just having somewhere to release all the pent up tension he had.
Boys were different than girls, and that was why Cassian was attracted to them. There wasn't a need for any of that emotional shit, that vulnerability, or the need to take care of someone else. No, he was the one being taken care of right now, the one simply seeking release. His hips jerked forward, trying to get more friction if anything as Ezra's words made the heat in his stomach almost unbearable.
"Oh is it? Should I call you King Ezra then?" he panted. Could he really be any more turned on? "What if I wanna be bad? Going to punish your bratty little boy instead?"
Well, clearly the man had planned to do that all along. He was so close to the edge, his hips jerking forward for more skin, more contact, but every time, it was denied. He gritted his teeth. Ezra was such a tease. As much as he wanted his release, he wasn't the kind to give up control so easily, but it was clear Ezra had dealt with types like him before.
It was only when he was begging for release, the tension riding too high, that it was finally given to him, and with a sound akin to a whine, he was pushed over the edge, his hands gripping Ezra's hair tightly as he came.
As he came back to the world, he smirked at the man. "–and I thought I was the tease."
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Post by fleur on Feb 6, 2021 18:15:17 GMT -5
"Oh, don't you worry, you are a tease. I was wondering how long you'd hold out before giving me what I wanted. You lasted longer than most do," he noted, another surprise he hadn't expected. It wasn't unwanted.
Cassian had refused to beg him, his snark dirty and unrelenting, until it had become unbearable-- but, thankfully, his limit came before Ezra's absolute need for a good fuck became too great to resist. His own body shivered pleasurably, and briefly he wondered what about this man's sexual performance had been disappointing to the queen. He was not disappointed in any capacity.
"You should run off and get yourself cleaned up," Ezra remarked, despite that his body was still flush against Cassian's, "It wouldn't be good for your image for one of the maids to find a guard's dick in your ass. They might get the wrong idea about our friendship."
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Post by achromatic on Feb 6, 2021 19:32:32 GMT -5
Cassian couldn't help but laugh. "You're sure I can't return the favor?" he smirked, his own gaze drifting to the man's tented pants, before moving back to Ezra's face. He bit his lip, a cheeky expression on his face, the defiance hadn't changed much, despite the mess Ezra had created. He had noticed that despite Ezra's words, the man was pressed against him, and what else could Cassian do but to grind against Ezra, eyes sparkling with mischief.
He gave Ezra's neck a quick nip, playful and snarky. "What kind of idea do you think they'll have?" the faux innocence was dripping in his voice, "fellas is it gay to have a male guard? I mean they're literally watching you at all times..." His teeth caught Ezra's earlobe, his hands already roaming the man's impeccable arms. Damn, he was too delicious not to have; Cassian's hips were grinding against the guard's body, still pressed against his. Oh he was needy all right.
"You know...if you're so scared of getting caught, we could always go back into the closet," he winked, "there's literally one right there."
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Post by fleur on Feb 7, 2021 9:51:32 GMT -5
He made no move to extract himself, instead leaning more closely into Cassian's embrace, flames erupting in his nerves at the way his hands moved across his arms, his chest, his pants. He didn't think he could be anymore turned on than he already was, then Cassian began to grind on him and the feeling ignited anew, like an ember catching on a dried leaf and setting the whole damn forest ablaze. The entirety of his being was responding to the touch, gentle and all too fleeting as Cassian felt him everywhere at once.
"It's not gay if we say no homo, right? But, oops," his fingers twined into Cassian's curls, lapping over each other and pulling him impossibly closer, "I think my fingers were crossed."
His eyes twinkled mischievously. "Where would you like to have me, Lord Cassian?" Honey dripped in his voice, his head craning sidelong to give Cassian more. "Out here, where your guard sucked you dry, or shall you lock me up and have your way?"
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Post by achromatic on Feb 7, 2021 10:13:42 GMT -5
He laughed. "No homo," he teased. He loved the feeling of someone playing with his hair, and Ezra was no exception. Cassian glanced over to the small room nearby where they kept the usual equipment. He wasn't exactly fond of small spaces but with all the polishing things they kept in there, there was probably something they could use, right? It was probably a horrible idea, but Cassian wasn't a man of much thinking, especially when he was feeling all the more desperate for some kind of action. Of course he didn't care about anyone seeing him; there were worse things that could happen, and it wasn't as if gossip in the castle would travel much further. His father wasn't here anymore, and as much as Aela probably wanted to kill him for all this, they had an agreement.
Not to mention, she mentioned how she didn't want to be embarrassed, and the inner asshole complex truly wanted to push the limits as far as he could.
"You can take me right here if you'd like," his hands were stroking the other man's length, "let's check the closet for some lube hm?"
It didn't take long for the frenzy to begin, and gods, Cassian missed this. There was just something about being with Ezra that Aela couldn't fulfil for him. The passion was so raw, so hungry, and everything was just friction and heat and frankly, it filled him in more ways than once, and being pinned down by the other man in their embrace just felt right.
It didn't take long for their passion to come to a climax, as the young king came, calling out the other man's name, and everything felt like a release, the tension flowing out of him like a waterfall, as he leaned back into the other man's embrace.
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