The Professionals Anonymous Pornfest
Way, way back last year we ran an Anonymous Pornfest for Life on Mars over at fiandyfic. It was great fun, generated a shedload of fic and encouraged at least two new writers (that I know of) to start posting their own fic at the lifein1973 comm
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Bodie clasped Doyle in his arms and molded the body all along his own powerfully straining form. When Ray's appreciative hands caressed him, Billy was quite overwhelmed. For the first time in his rough young life, a secure feeling of belonging to someone, first and foremost, captured him utterly.
Bodie used his entire body to stroke against his comrade, alternately soft and harsh, as if by insinuation or demand he might climb right inside this safe harbour of his heart and soul. Riding the bold rider, he ascended to a height of unsurpassed pleasure. The whole world might war, but here in his friend's embrace was perfect peace.
"Oh, aye, that's it," Doyle urged him, and taking Bodie's straining cock in his calloused hand, made him come in the greatest abundance of grand completion. "Tis good, aye, tis all fine and right," Ray told him, kissing him on his sweet tasting mouth.
They held each other then awhile, and knew not whether the rest of the universe was perchance destroyed, or somehow continued to muddle through on its cruel and foolish way.
As for Don Vasco, he had long since stopped his irate exclamation. This was natural enough, considering that his vociferations so far had been ineffectual. He ultimately shifted from complaint, to silence, to intent contemplation of the lads' performance.
In explanation of his behaviour it should be considered, that a gentleman possessed of wealthy tastes but empty pocketbook, encamped on the wreck of a battlefield in winter, had scant opportunity for lovemaking.
In fact, Don Vasco hadn't gotten laid for months.
As a consequence, he found the passionate view of Bodie and Doyle fascinating, and pruriently devoured every instant of the play.
It was cataclysmic, when Don Vasco's sudden shrill cry of abject fear broke the silence.
Surprised, Bodie and Doyle glanced upward, but caught not a glimpse of Fareira, as he fled in stark terror.
"Ahem," said Cardinal Richelieu, standing on high, outlined by a stormy dark heavenly vault. As he stared downward at the lads, he appeared an avenging archangel of the apocalypse. Taken in that setting, his polite cough into an embroidered linen handkerchief seemed somewhat incongruous.
If ever there was a time in life for abasement, it seemed to Bodie that this definitely was the moment. He dropped to his knees, dragging Doyle with him. "Your Eminence," he intoned in humblest tones.
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Despite a strong inclination to accept the proffered opportunity to place blame upon his enemy, Bodie looked boldly upward and shook his head. "Nay, your Eminence, not so. It was but an error in communication, a problem of mistranslation that caused the mischief, that's all."
In fact Richelieu knew this to be true, since he had espied the tableau from beginning to end. Fascinated with Bodie's perversely honest utterance, the Cardinal raised a skeptical eyebrow. "And do you, bold sir, much enjoy the study of foreign tongues?"
"I do, tis interesting," Bodie nodded. "Although I have a preference for the native, domestic tongue, when it's available," he confessed, blushing at the innuendo in spite of himself.
On hearing the reply, and remembering the feel of Bodie's tongue in his mouth, Doyle chuckled. This drew a hard nudge in the ribs from Bodie, after which Ray looked prayerfully, innocently down at the floor, rather than give himself away with his roguish grin.
Richelieu smiled at Bodie's handsome young countenance. "What do you suppose is the nature of bravery?"
Wondering at the sudden change of subject, not to mention the depth of his conversation with such an illustrious personage, Bodie shrugged. "Why, only just being full of courage, I suppose."
The Cardinal rolled his eyes at this. "Very well, and what do you suppose is the nature of courage?"
Bodie pondered that a moment, his head cocked to one side in thought. He didn't think a reply such as, "Courage is bravery and bravery is courage," would please the Cardinal. "Perhaps, then, it is being without fear?" he hazarded.
Richelieu sighed. "Being fearless? Ah. Do you think such a state is possible?"
Bodie's nose wrinkled, as he considered how often in life he found himself quite thoroughly afraid. "Probably not," he concluded, rubbing the tip of his nose soothingly with the back of his hand.
"So then, I must repeat. What do you suppose is the nature of courage?" Richelieu demanded with a piercing look.
"What I think," Bodie glanced at Doyle for deep inspiration. "Is that it's just when you do judge it all to be horribly hopeless, but you try to go on with things anyway."
The ensuing silence was deafening.
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"I came here to congratulate your comrade, there, on his win in the race," Richelieu explained.
Reminded so aptly of a major topic of his fear, Bodie felt a cold dread sinking into the pit of his stomach, as if he'd swallowed a cannon ball and it was residing in his middle anatomy. "I reckon he's very sorry."
"Oh? Does he regret winning?" Richelieu asked acridly.
"Not that, no. Only just that your horse lost because his won."
"Well then, I'm duly grateful for the sentiment."
As a statement of thanks, this didn't sound very encouraging. Bodie lapsed discretely into silence.
"In fact, it was a brilliant run, skillful, reckless, quite breathtaking to watch. I found it enthralling," Richelieu declared, gesturing grandly.
Eyes wide, Bodie nodded agreement.
Pensively, the Cardinal continued. "I came here tonight with pleasurable thoughts of rewarding your friend. As I strolled along, listening to the excitement in the camp, I had various thoughts as to what might be most appropriate for a young man such as himself, with whom I was quite pleased. Probably he would prefer golden coins. On the other hand, would such an able but youthful person prefer position, advancement of some sort? But then I arrived here, only to discover this: that he already possesses the only thing in life worth having."
Startled at the Cardinal's proclamation, Bodie looked intently at Doyle, trying to determine the nature of his comrade's unsuspected wealth.
Nearly naked, grubby, tattered, shivering, battle scarred, and bony from prolonged privation, Ray did not appear to have much in the way of valuable assets.
Baffled, Bodie shrugged at the Cardinal.
Being such a universally famous author, Richelieu may be forgiven for quoting himself. "Friendship is the medicine for all misfortunes," he stated simply.
"Yeah," Billy Bodie agreed. For a moment, the person above him, silhouetted by the cloudy dark evening sky, appeared in the guise of a wistful, lonely old man.
But then the Cardinal's eyes hardened, glittering cruelly. "I wonder, if I offered your friend a safe pass, whether he would seize the opportunity to escape, abandoning you to your fate."
"No!" Doyle cried out fervently.
Bodie groaned aloud at his friend's blunder, miserable that he was the cause of Doyle's foolish revelation. Would the Cardinal now take Ray for a spy?
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Fearing they were both undone and doomed, Bodie reached over to pat Doyle's knee in a comforting gesture. Shuddering in fear and cold, they huddled together, heads abjectly bowed, awaiting a judgment to descend upon them from on high.
"Perhaps you are less worthy of reward than I had imagined. Though, ah me, surely I'm entitled to a few pretty illusions in life." The woeful, fading voice arrived with the first strike of snow, which sifted down from the heavens like an icy accusation. The storm wind muttered, then howled mournfully through the chinks of the wrecked stables. The horses stirred restlessly in their stalls. Warmth fled, disappearing like life's blessing, here briefly and then disappointingly gone.
A large snowflake drifted to settle upon Bodie's knee. Making to brush it away, he noticed two things. Richelieu had disappeared. And the large snowflake wasn't a snowflake, but rather a slip of paper, inscribed in elegant script.
Bodie read aloud. " 'I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets, but without love, I am nothing.' It is signed 'Armand-Jean du Plessis, Cardinal and Duc de Richelieu', with today's date. It also says, 'It being certainly the will of God, these two must be allowed to go free.' Bless us Doyle, it's a safe pass for the both of us!"
"What? Let me see!"
Then the two danced a merry jig around each other.
"I have some coins, gratuities from the race," Doyle said breathlessly, already anticipating their journey home.
"And I, more than I had before, from wagering well," Bodie added with a grin. "Surely with such in hand, and this pass for the sentries, we can succeed in making good our escape."
"Heavens!" Doyle exclaimed, examining the Cardinal's pass, which was more valuable than gold to the lads. "He's written it over and over again, in French, English, Swedish, Finnish, German, Russian, Portuguese, Spanish, and Italian. Interesting, isn't it? That the French 'deux', meaning 'two', and 'Dieu', signifying 'God', are so similar."
"Here now!" Bodie grabbed the treasured paper from his friend's hand. "Haven't you had enough trouble like that, without seeking more?"
Doyle nodded, whilst hastily resuming his clothing. Suddenly he paused, scratching his head in puzzlement. "But wait! How did the Cardinal know to write the pass for two, when we only met for the first time just now?"
Bodie dragged Doyle into a huge hug, and murmured in his ear. "Perhaps our friendship is written in the stars, and Richelieu read it displayed there, like diamonds across the very heavens. Who knows?"
Doyle took Bodie's hand in his own then, and the companions fled. Hoping for a tiny fragment of peace together, at last they abandoned the vast field of war.
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