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"Pride and impatience mixed with denial breaks bonds. Bonds that require great crime and sacrifice to repair."
Olian Cifer 'Napper of Navarra
Oli or Cifer, please
--[[The positive gleam brought a swell of relief. That died and cursed all over when those freaking hands molded aorund his butt. Incredulous eyes flashed with a scowl, which changed to rigid surprise at the brush of their mouths. His mind treaterously zeroed in the action along with Lucas' unadulterated suggestion; a furious blush covered his face down his neck. Oli was no stranger to sex and innduendo. Not that he had any. Dozens of books back at the castle were dedicated to sex education and erotic novels. Few had graphic pictures. Since Oli barely discriminated on what he read, all those volumes were accounted. The lack of actual experience fell on Oli's disregard for less than fascinating objects and people. Many in the castle he had to interact with conformed to the same persona: quiet but gossipy servants/maids. Plus, any who caught his attention were taken or uninterested. He never pursued what was taken or more likely to kill him on contact. Even if he lacked a sexual partner and "personal lovin'" as his Uncle Zack, Uncle Bard's brother, teased, Oli was not frustrated. Asexual much? a voice that sounded suspiciously like Uncle Zack chuckled.
Lucas, on the other hand, lacked an intimate partner (that he knew of) and was vastly intriguing. To be frank, the man exuded an air that promised an excellent lay too. If Oli held less concern for the future, he would throw caution to the wind and have his way. However, the short haired brunette felt obligated to see his plans through and disliked the idea of one-nighters.
Oli held no illusions of being the only apple of Lucas' eye. Those hands snaked their way to different bodies during their rare outings at the same place (to appear more like strangers than accomplices). Thus, possessive insecurities failed to plague him. Sometimes. Those blasted gropes and caresses were slowly beating his carefully constructed control. Oli conceded the exciting man, well, excited him. If he did not watch himself, he could end up forsaking his goal.
Motionless on the spot Lucas left him, Oli only had enough sense to grasp the offered herbivore meat. He stared intently at the back of Lucas' (a**) head until his figure disappeared. Once Lucas did, Oli huffed out a whine. "Please, pleeeaaaase let me last." He begged to whatever holy power heard him.
With his meal on hand the smell erupted a hungry growl. His stomach needed substanance now! Desperate to replace his thoughts for food, his teeth eagerly sunk in soft flesh. Uuuh..! Dark brown eyes rolled back and a soft groan escaped trembling lips. All day he ate just bread and cheese. This was pure heaven. Fatigue forgotten he wolfed down the delictable meat. Too soon he finished and a satisfied sigh sounded the empty room. Idly Oli considered to check up on Lucas to insure he not do anything he'd (or Oli) regret. But he decided to trust his partner to control himself. Done with his food, Oli washed up and headed to one room in the cabin. It was for Lucas. The door easily gave way to reveal two separate but connected rooms.
Oli carefully stepped over the first trip wire. In case they were found and were unaware of the threat, the unsuspecting pursurers would hopefully get snagged. Once done, wedges would be released to allow two large, smooth spheres to roll across manmade grooves that housed many fragile and heavy "trinkets" along their paths. Once the orbs passed, the items would scatter the floors and produce a large racket. Those grooves swirled atop all the walls to give a beautiful swirl design. closest to the doors some of the containers had flammable liquid inside. So any intruder faced a wall of fire to give Oli and Lucas time to escape. There was another door that connected Lucas' quarters to his own. That way they could not be taken out one by one (and lessened Lucas' chance of passing by his sleeping form every morning. Sometimes). But they did not have to fear of becoming trapped since Oli prepared a trap door beneath his bed. It led directly to the princes' current holding cell beside the hole to the outside. All they had to do was jump and make purchase on the grassy dirt. There were two pairs of metal claws outside the trap door's path to provide assistance. And if the rescuers covered that, then Oli had two more tricks up his sleeve. One required some luck and the other needed time.
On measured steps, Oli bypassed the first, trigger filled, tiny swell of empty room into another small bedroom that was angled to hide whoever occupied it. There was only one bed and dresser here. Next he opened another for his own room. It too was miniscule with his bed taking half the space. A dresser for him stood at the corner that took one-fourth his room. The free space allowed enough movement to dive under the bed to the hidden passage beneath.
His earlier exhaustion returned to haunt him and he messily stripped off his travel coat and shoes on top his dresser. In one leap he snuggled into bed. A tired yawn escaped as he stretched his sore muscles. "Should lock the door..." he mumbled to himself and lazily flopped to it. For the few days they occupied the shack, Lucas persisted to come into his room uninvited at night. The blond man complained of being lonely and in need of another body. Oli flatly refused. Lucas teased him enough during the day, Oli did not want to continue it at night. The fact his own body reciprocated any advance drove his resolve to say no. I'm glad you rarely get drunk uncle... he thought with a shudder. If he was not a light(ish) sleeper, Oli would have lost his innocence. Thankfully, Lucas allowed him his alone time at night and Oli got him a body pillow in thanks.
Finally, the door's lock had been set and he wiggled under the sheets to rest his weary body. ]]--
Lucas, on the other hand, lacked an intimate partner (that he knew of) and was vastly intriguing. To be frank, the man exuded an air that promised an excellent lay too. If Oli held less concern for the future, he would throw caution to the wind and have his way. However, the short haired brunette felt obligated to see his plans through and disliked the idea of one-nighters.
Oli held no illusions of being the only apple of Lucas' eye. Those hands snaked their way to different bodies during their rare outings at the same place (to appear more like strangers than accomplices). Thus, possessive insecurities failed to plague him. Sometimes. Those blasted gropes and caresses were slowly beating his carefully constructed control. Oli conceded the exciting man, well, excited him. If he did not watch himself, he could end up forsaking his goal.
Motionless on the spot Lucas left him, Oli only had enough sense to grasp the offered herbivore meat. He stared intently at the back of Lucas' (a**) head until his figure disappeared. Once Lucas did, Oli huffed out a whine. "Please, pleeeaaaase let me last." He begged to whatever holy power heard him.
With his meal on hand the smell erupted a hungry growl. His stomach needed substanance now! Desperate to replace his thoughts for food, his teeth eagerly sunk in soft flesh. Uuuh..! Dark brown eyes rolled back and a soft groan escaped trembling lips. All day he ate just bread and cheese. This was pure heaven. Fatigue forgotten he wolfed down the delictable meat. Too soon he finished and a satisfied sigh sounded the empty room. Idly Oli considered to check up on Lucas to insure he not do anything he'd (or Oli) regret. But he decided to trust his partner to control himself. Done with his food, Oli washed up and headed to one room in the cabin. It was for Lucas. The door easily gave way to reveal two separate but connected rooms.
Oli carefully stepped over the first trip wire. In case they were found and were unaware of the threat, the unsuspecting pursurers would hopefully get snagged. Once done, wedges would be released to allow two large, smooth spheres to roll across manmade grooves that housed many fragile and heavy "trinkets" along their paths. Once the orbs passed, the items would scatter the floors and produce a large racket. Those grooves swirled atop all the walls to give a beautiful swirl design. closest to the doors some of the containers had flammable liquid inside. So any intruder faced a wall of fire to give Oli and Lucas time to escape. There was another door that connected Lucas' quarters to his own. That way they could not be taken out one by one (and lessened Lucas' chance of passing by his sleeping form every morning. Sometimes). But they did not have to fear of becoming trapped since Oli prepared a trap door beneath his bed. It led directly to the princes' current holding cell beside the hole to the outside. All they had to do was jump and make purchase on the grassy dirt. There were two pairs of metal claws outside the trap door's path to provide assistance. And if the rescuers covered that, then Oli had two more tricks up his sleeve. One required some luck and the other needed time.
On measured steps, Oli bypassed the first, trigger filled, tiny swell of empty room into another small bedroom that was angled to hide whoever occupied it. There was only one bed and dresser here. Next he opened another for his own room. It too was miniscule with his bed taking half the space. A dresser for him stood at the corner that took one-fourth his room. The free space allowed enough movement to dive under the bed to the hidden passage beneath.
His earlier exhaustion returned to haunt him and he messily stripped off his travel coat and shoes on top his dresser. In one leap he snuggled into bed. A tired yawn escaped as he stretched his sore muscles. "Should lock the door..." he mumbled to himself and lazily flopped to it. For the few days they occupied the shack, Lucas persisted to come into his room uninvited at night. The blond man complained of being lonely and in need of another body. Oli flatly refused. Lucas teased him enough during the day, Oli did not want to continue it at night. The fact his own body reciprocated any advance drove his resolve to say no. I'm glad you rarely get drunk uncle... he thought with a shudder. If he was not a light(ish) sleeper, Oli would have lost his innocence. Thankfully, Lucas allowed him his alone time at night and Oli got him a body pillow in thanks.
Finally, the door's lock had been set and he wiggled under the sheets to rest his weary body. ]]--
Beware of oxens, they take advantage of the distracted
