Watching Over You - Chapter 9
Title: Watching Over You - Chapter 9
Author: Bluespire
Pairing: Ville/Bam, hinting at Ville/Mige and Ville/OC
Summary: Ville is a Viking warrior, eldest son of Kari, a Viking Jarl. Bam is a slave (called a thrall). What happens when Ville pays Bam's slave price and moves him from the kitchens into his bed?
Rating: Will eventually be NC-17
Disclaimer: While Ville, Bam, Mige, Kari, Anita, Jesse and some of the others mentioned within this story are real people, the events that take place in this work of fiction are not real. No harm or offense is meant by the characters and events depicted within.
Warnings: This thing reads like a bad historical romance novel. Minimal research was done so it will likely be wildly inaccurate. Much suspension of disbelief is required.
Author's Notes:This was started from a drabble and just kept going. Written and posted with minimal editing. Flying by the seat of my pants over here.
Return
It was shortly before dawn when Ville returned to his room. Bam awoke when the door was pushed open and although Ville's steps made no sound, Bam was aware instantly that it was his master.
After a moment Ville spoke quietly. "You need not feign sleep, Bam. I know you too well for you to fool me as you did in the beginning.”
"I was not attempting to deceive you," Bam assured Ville, standing up and facing his master, his eyes turned to the ground. "My intention was to give you privacy."
Bam's heart was racing. Ville's phrasing stuck in Bam's mind, I know you. The idea that his master might know him seemed very strange indeed, a courtesy not generally afforded a thrall beyond perhaps a useful skill the thrall might possess. Bam felt Ville's eyes on him and glanced up, unnerved as always by Ville's regard.
“Come,” Ville commanded, gesturing to the space directly in front of him.
Bam swallowed and stepped closer.
“Undress me,” Ville murmured.
Bam took a deep breath involuntarily, then reached forward and began to unfasten Ville’s outer tunic at the neck. Ville remained very still, chest puffed out slightly, looking down at Bam. Bam’s fingers would not cooperate and he felt very clumsy indeed but managed to unclasp the toggle at Ville’s neck before moving to the fasteners at Ville’s wrists. When the material had been loosened, Bam grasped the hem and began to ease the thick wool over Ville’s head. Once the garment was freed, Bam shook it and began to turn, intending to drape it over the chest near the wall. Before he could move away, Ville caught his arm, stopping him, then carefully took the tunic from Bam’s hands and tossed it aside onto his pallet.
Bam raised his eyebrows and snuck a glance at Ville, then gasped at the intense look in his eyes.
“Do you remember the night that you saw me in the hall with Migé?” Ville asked quietly.
“Y-yes,” Bam responded.
A brief smile ghosted across Ville’s mouth before it was replaced by a more solemn expression. “Am I making you nervous?” he asked.
Bam nodded, not trusting his voice.
“I apologize,” Ville murmured, reaching out to take one of Bam’s hands in his own.
“But you remember what you saw?”
“Yes.”
“Migé would not have you speak of it.”
“Of-of course,” Bam assured Ville immediately.
“But he would have you remember it.”
Bam’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.
“What you saw...” Ville paused.
“Yes?” Bam asked slowly.
“Does it color your regard for Migé or for myself?” Ville asked.
“I know not of what you speak,” Bam responded. “I am not a freeman. My opinion matters not.”
“But that is not true. It matters to me… and apparently, it matters to Migé.”
Ville paused for a moment then sat on his pallet, gesturing for Bam to sit beside him. When Bam complied, Ville spoke again. “I own you,” Ville stated.
Bam’s face colored and he cast his eyes down. “Yes, sir.”
“You will do as I please, as I command.”
Bam could feel his breath becoming unsteady and shallow in his chest but he forced words from his throat. “Yes, sir. I will.”
“But Bam,” Ville reached forward and cupped Bam’s chin, turning his eyes upward so that Ville could meet them. “You must know, there are things that I would never force from you.”
Bam nodded, not exactly sure of what his master spoke.
“Migé knows this as well. And he… I suspect he hopes that his anger will be enough of a deterrent for you.” Ville waited, his eyes searching Bam’s face.
Bam kept his expression carefully blank. He could not bear to disappoint Ville but he was confused by his words. Eventually Ville looked away and dropped Bam’s chin.
“I had hoped Migé was wrong…” Ville sighed deeply, turning away. “I am weary,” he murmured softly.
Bam nodded and moved to stand, assuming that Ville intended to sleep. Ville watched him from where he sat and Bam could swear that his green eyes held a shadow of melancholy.
“Let me care for you,” Bam spoke finally.
Ville’s eyebrows rose in question.
“I fear you are suffering from a physical affliction. Perhaps a massage…” Bam did not want to appear presumptuous.
Ville’s mouth smiled but it did not reach his eyes. Still, he nodded and stripped his linen undertunic off, then lay down on his chest.
“Let me tend the fire so you don’t catch cold.” Bam moved quickly to build up the coals in the hearth. When the fire was blazing and the chill was leaving the room, he turned to survey his master. Ville was beautiful in the golden light. The combination of pale skin and dark hair reminded Bam of Missy but Ville’s skin was smooth and without marks, aside from his battle scars, while Missy’s had been littered with freckles.
Swallowing, Bam approached the bed and knelt on the sleeping pallet beside his master. He questioned his wisdom in suggesting this course of action. He had very little experience touching anyone but in the brief time that he was courting Missy she had done this for him once or twice and he remembered how restorative it had felt. He thought that if he concentrated, he could recreate those feelings in his master. Perhaps, it would be the balm Ville needed.
Ville seemed settled and Bam decided he could not hesitate further. Ville’s head was turned away and Bam was glad he could not see his master's expression. Bam was afraid his hands would shake if he had to watch Ville’s face while he worked. Breathing deeply, he rubbed his palms together until they were warm, then placed them flat on the skin of Ville’s back. Almost immediately, Bam felt the air leave Ville’s chest in one long exhale and took it as a good sign.
Tentatively he started moving, kneading his hands in the skin of Ville’s back. At first he stuck to the larger plains of flesh but after he’d gained a little confidence, Bam found himself moving his hands along the contours of muscle and bone. Ville’s breathing was become slower and deeper and occasionally, Bam could hear and feel low groans as Bam’s hands did their work. Ville seemed to like it when Bam ran the pad of his thumbs along Ville's shoulder blades and when his fingers slid up Ville’s neck, burying themselves into the hair at his nape. Bam spent extra time and attention on these places before moving down Ville’s back.
As he worked, Bam let his eyes scan the strong yet slender form laid out beneath him. He found himself particularly fascinated by curves of Ville’s lower back. Bam wanted to follow the lines of muscle down beyond Ville’s waistband but he hesitated, unsure if this was too intrusive. After one or two sweeps that were interrupted by the material, Ville grunted and shifted, pushing the top of his trousers low onto his hips and buttocks. Bam took it as a sign and carefully rubbed the tight muscle at the Ville’s lower back, digging into the pads of muscle at his hips.
Ville’s groans became more frequent and Bam found himself gravitating toward the areas that elicited the noise. He told himself that it was Ville communicating which parts of his back needed attention but really, Bam found himself excited at the noises and the fact that his actions seemed to be drawing them from his master. That Ville was enjoying the massage, Bam had no doubt. He felt his face flush with pride when this realization came to him. When he’d finally moved away from Ville’s lower back and hips, he ran his thumbs up on either side of Ville’s spine and sat back.
Ville sighed and turned his head to regard Bam. “Remove your tunic.” Ville’s voice sounded low and lazy in the quiet room.
Bam complied without question, pulling the wool garment over his head and carefully placing it to the side.
“And your undertunic.”
Again Bam complied, shivering as Ville’s eyes traveled his chest, despite the heat in the room and the flush his own body seemed to take from his exertions.
Ville sighed and his eyes seemed to look sad again. “It is near morning but I need to sleep,” Ville commented.
Bam nodded and moved as if to rise.
“I would have you stay with me as before… if you do not object.”
Bam froze, then swung his head back to Ville. “Object… I, no… but I must get up soon…”
“You must do as I tell you,” Ville snapped.
“Of-of course,” Bam answered immediately.
“…Stuttering again…” Ville observed aloud before he let out a big sigh. “I just want to sleep. Sleep with me now.”
Bam nodded and let Ville pull him back down to the bed and against his body. Bam squeezed his eyes shut as Ville’s arms wrapped around him and fell asleep savoring the smooth skin of Ville’s chest pressed against his back.
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Chapter 10 - Burton
Author: Bluespire
Pairing: Ville/Bam, hinting at Ville/Mige and Ville/OC
Summary: Ville is a Viking warrior, eldest son of Kari, a Viking Jarl. Bam is a slave (called a thrall). What happens when Ville pays Bam's slave price and moves him from the kitchens into his bed?
Rating: Will eventually be NC-17
Disclaimer: While Ville, Bam, Mige, Kari, Anita, Jesse and some of the others mentioned within this story are real people, the events that take place in this work of fiction are not real. No harm or offense is meant by the characters and events depicted within.
Warnings: This thing reads like a bad historical romance novel. Minimal research was done so it will likely be wildly inaccurate. Much suspension of disbelief is required.
Author's Notes:This was started from a drabble and just kept going. Written and posted with minimal editing. Flying by the seat of my pants over here.
Return
It was shortly before dawn when Ville returned to his room. Bam awoke when the door was pushed open and although Ville's steps made no sound, Bam was aware instantly that it was his master.
After a moment Ville spoke quietly. "You need not feign sleep, Bam. I know you too well for you to fool me as you did in the beginning.”
"I was not attempting to deceive you," Bam assured Ville, standing up and facing his master, his eyes turned to the ground. "My intention was to give you privacy."
Bam's heart was racing. Ville's phrasing stuck in Bam's mind, I know you. The idea that his master might know him seemed very strange indeed, a courtesy not generally afforded a thrall beyond perhaps a useful skill the thrall might possess. Bam felt Ville's eyes on him and glanced up, unnerved as always by Ville's regard.
“Come,” Ville commanded, gesturing to the space directly in front of him.
Bam swallowed and stepped closer.
“Undress me,” Ville murmured.
Bam took a deep breath involuntarily, then reached forward and began to unfasten Ville’s outer tunic at the neck. Ville remained very still, chest puffed out slightly, looking down at Bam. Bam’s fingers would not cooperate and he felt very clumsy indeed but managed to unclasp the toggle at Ville’s neck before moving to the fasteners at Ville’s wrists. When the material had been loosened, Bam grasped the hem and began to ease the thick wool over Ville’s head. Once the garment was freed, Bam shook it and began to turn, intending to drape it over the chest near the wall. Before he could move away, Ville caught his arm, stopping him, then carefully took the tunic from Bam’s hands and tossed it aside onto his pallet.
Bam raised his eyebrows and snuck a glance at Ville, then gasped at the intense look in his eyes.
“Do you remember the night that you saw me in the hall with Migé?” Ville asked quietly.
“Y-yes,” Bam responded.
A brief smile ghosted across Ville’s mouth before it was replaced by a more solemn expression. “Am I making you nervous?” he asked.
Bam nodded, not trusting his voice.
“I apologize,” Ville murmured, reaching out to take one of Bam’s hands in his own.
“But you remember what you saw?”
“Yes.”
“Migé would not have you speak of it.”
“Of-of course,” Bam assured Ville immediately.
“But he would have you remember it.”
Bam’s eyebrows drew together in confusion.
“What you saw...” Ville paused.
“Yes?” Bam asked slowly.
“Does it color your regard for Migé or for myself?” Ville asked.
“I know not of what you speak,” Bam responded. “I am not a freeman. My opinion matters not.”
“But that is not true. It matters to me… and apparently, it matters to Migé.”
Ville paused for a moment then sat on his pallet, gesturing for Bam to sit beside him. When Bam complied, Ville spoke again. “I own you,” Ville stated.
Bam’s face colored and he cast his eyes down. “Yes, sir.”
“You will do as I please, as I command.”
Bam could feel his breath becoming unsteady and shallow in his chest but he forced words from his throat. “Yes, sir. I will.”
“But Bam,” Ville reached forward and cupped Bam’s chin, turning his eyes upward so that Ville could meet them. “You must know, there are things that I would never force from you.”
Bam nodded, not exactly sure of what his master spoke.
“Migé knows this as well. And he… I suspect he hopes that his anger will be enough of a deterrent for you.” Ville waited, his eyes searching Bam’s face.
Bam kept his expression carefully blank. He could not bear to disappoint Ville but he was confused by his words. Eventually Ville looked away and dropped Bam’s chin.
“I had hoped Migé was wrong…” Ville sighed deeply, turning away. “I am weary,” he murmured softly.
Bam nodded and moved to stand, assuming that Ville intended to sleep. Ville watched him from where he sat and Bam could swear that his green eyes held a shadow of melancholy.
“Let me care for you,” Bam spoke finally.
Ville’s eyebrows rose in question.
“I fear you are suffering from a physical affliction. Perhaps a massage…” Bam did not want to appear presumptuous.
Ville’s mouth smiled but it did not reach his eyes. Still, he nodded and stripped his linen undertunic off, then lay down on his chest.
“Let me tend the fire so you don’t catch cold.” Bam moved quickly to build up the coals in the hearth. When the fire was blazing and the chill was leaving the room, he turned to survey his master. Ville was beautiful in the golden light. The combination of pale skin and dark hair reminded Bam of Missy but Ville’s skin was smooth and without marks, aside from his battle scars, while Missy’s had been littered with freckles.
Swallowing, Bam approached the bed and knelt on the sleeping pallet beside his master. He questioned his wisdom in suggesting this course of action. He had very little experience touching anyone but in the brief time that he was courting Missy she had done this for him once or twice and he remembered how restorative it had felt. He thought that if he concentrated, he could recreate those feelings in his master. Perhaps, it would be the balm Ville needed.
Ville seemed settled and Bam decided he could not hesitate further. Ville’s head was turned away and Bam was glad he could not see his master's expression. Bam was afraid his hands would shake if he had to watch Ville’s face while he worked. Breathing deeply, he rubbed his palms together until they were warm, then placed them flat on the skin of Ville’s back. Almost immediately, Bam felt the air leave Ville’s chest in one long exhale and took it as a good sign.
Tentatively he started moving, kneading his hands in the skin of Ville’s back. At first he stuck to the larger plains of flesh but after he’d gained a little confidence, Bam found himself moving his hands along the contours of muscle and bone. Ville’s breathing was become slower and deeper and occasionally, Bam could hear and feel low groans as Bam’s hands did their work. Ville seemed to like it when Bam ran the pad of his thumbs along Ville's shoulder blades and when his fingers slid up Ville’s neck, burying themselves into the hair at his nape. Bam spent extra time and attention on these places before moving down Ville’s back.
As he worked, Bam let his eyes scan the strong yet slender form laid out beneath him. He found himself particularly fascinated by curves of Ville’s lower back. Bam wanted to follow the lines of muscle down beyond Ville’s waistband but he hesitated, unsure if this was too intrusive. After one or two sweeps that were interrupted by the material, Ville grunted and shifted, pushing the top of his trousers low onto his hips and buttocks. Bam took it as a sign and carefully rubbed the tight muscle at the Ville’s lower back, digging into the pads of muscle at his hips.
Ville’s groans became more frequent and Bam found himself gravitating toward the areas that elicited the noise. He told himself that it was Ville communicating which parts of his back needed attention but really, Bam found himself excited at the noises and the fact that his actions seemed to be drawing them from his master. That Ville was enjoying the massage, Bam had no doubt. He felt his face flush with pride when this realization came to him. When he’d finally moved away from Ville’s lower back and hips, he ran his thumbs up on either side of Ville’s spine and sat back.
Ville sighed and turned his head to regard Bam. “Remove your tunic.” Ville’s voice sounded low and lazy in the quiet room.
Bam complied without question, pulling the wool garment over his head and carefully placing it to the side.
“And your undertunic.”
Again Bam complied, shivering as Ville’s eyes traveled his chest, despite the heat in the room and the flush his own body seemed to take from his exertions.
Ville sighed and his eyes seemed to look sad again. “It is near morning but I need to sleep,” Ville commented.
Bam nodded and moved as if to rise.
“I would have you stay with me as before… if you do not object.”
Bam froze, then swung his head back to Ville. “Object… I, no… but I must get up soon…”
“You must do as I tell you,” Ville snapped.
“Of-of course,” Bam answered immediately.
“…Stuttering again…” Ville observed aloud before he let out a big sigh. “I just want to sleep. Sleep with me now.”
Bam nodded and let Ville pull him back down to the bed and against his body. Bam squeezed his eyes shut as Ville’s arms wrapped around him and fell asleep savoring the smooth skin of Ville’s chest pressed against his back.
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Chapter 10 - Burton