Lost& Found~Chapter 17~A Guy/Allan AU Fan Fic Rated NC-17
Lost & Found~Chapter 17~A Guy/Allan AU Fan Fic Rated NC-17
For your reading pleasure, chapter 17 of this dramedy/slashy erotic romance featuring our favourite cheeky charmer and smouldering dark knight. In our last installment, Vasey had to write a love letter to his intended, torture for the troll. We return to Turner's Pond, where Minerva ordered the boys in order to get their surprises ready for them . . .
No copyright infringement intended; I do not own these characters (save for Minerva) and earn no money from my writing. Thank you, Lady Muse, for ideas and encouragement. Rated NC-17 because these boys can't get enough of each other . . .
The blanket (so thoughtfully provided by Minerva) was spread out on the grass. Allan, his damp waves burning red-gold in the sunlight, was sprawled out, hands tucked behind his head, eyes closed.
“On your stomach, my Allan. Time for your massage,” a velvet voice rumbled.
He opened one bright blue eye. Guy was standing over him, naked, skin still glistening from their aquatic diversions, tousled witch-black locks glinting with auburn highlights.
~Six feet, two inches of god-like masculine beauty. And he's mine~
Allan sighed. “This isn't just a dream again, is it?”
The master at arms tilted his dark head and gave Allan a teasing smile, his azure eyes glinting with affection and desire.
“I assure you, I am very real. Now be a good fellow - and turn over.”
Grinning, Allan rolled onto his stomach.
“Very nice . . .” Guy poured some of Minerva's special oil into the palm of his broad hand and rubbed his hands together, warming the oil. Kneeling down, he straddled
Allan.
“So you dreamed of this, did you?” Guy murmured as his strong, nimble fingers worked the oil into Allan's shoulders.
“Oh, yeah . . . me massagin' you, you massagin' me . . . it's all good.” Allan said with a blissful smile.
“I gotta say I was pretty disappointed when I woke up . . . not to mention havin' to worry about hidin' my hard-on from you.”
Guy smirked. “Yeah, I know the feeling,” he said drily.
He leaned down and nuzzled Allan's ear. “But you don't have to worry about that anymore . . .” A velvet whisper.
Allan swallowed hard. ~ohmymymyyes~
*~*~*~*
~Ohmymymymy~
Vasey's temples throbbed. It had taken three tries - three torturous tries - to complete the letter to Lady Alona, but it was finally done.
“Now, that wasn't so difficult was it, Vasey?” a cajoling prince said, as he glanced over the missive.
“Not at all.” Vasey managed a rather hideous grin.
~I'd rather have Guy pull off all my toenails and then stick me in a vat of boiling oil and proceed to fuck Allan while I watched them, than go through THAT again~
“Let's use your seal and have this dispatched as quickly as possible to London and your ladylove,” Prince John drawled. “We shall have to bring you two together very soon.”
~ladyloveleperohohohno~
“Yes, indeed.” Vasey bared his teeth again. “I can hardly wait-”
~I can hardly wait to heartily strangle the whole lot of you, including my future bride~
He dripped a little wax on the folded parchment and pressed his signet into it with a small sigh. The prince gave him a beaming smile and a hearty pat to the shoulder.
“Here begins your future, sheriff. What a journey you have ahead!”
~A future of being royally fucked over. Oh, lovely~
*~*~*~*
Guy's hands were spread wide, pressing in a rippling motion against Allan's shoulder, making his lover's muscles tingle in a most inviting way. Allan could feel Guy's pelvis gyrating over his arse.
Which led to thoughts of Guy's arse.
“Uhmmmm . . .” Allan murmured.
Guy grinned. Sliding back a little, he placed the heels of his hands on each side of Allan's spine near the base. Pushing up toward the shoulders, then back down, strong, deep strokes that further loosened Allan's muscles.
“A good, strong back you've got, young Allan. Firm muscles. You're very fit,” Guy rumbled with approval.
Allan chuckled.
“I have to keep myself fit for a certain knight I know . . . can't let him outdo me.”
A dark laugh. “Indeed.” Allan, his eyes closed, could feel Guy shifting around.
“Now we'll work on those strong, fit muscles from top to bottom, young Allan,” Guy said, kneeling in front of Allan's tousled head.
~Guy's lovely cock only inches away from my mouth. Ohhhhhhh~
Guy pushed those elegant hands down Allan's back, pulling them back up. He inhaled, and then blew a soft, warm stream of air along Allan's spine.
Allan quivered a little.
“You like?”
“Mmmm, yesss. I like.”
Tiny, moist kisses followed along his spine. Allan sighed.
“And that?”
“You're doin' just fine, Giz. Trust me,” Allan groaned.
A chuckle. “Good.” Allan felt Guy's hands leave his back with a frisson of disappointment.
“You're not done yet, are you?”
“No indeed. I just need to do a bit more work down there . . .”
Allan gulped. ~Down where?~
Guy shifted back to straddle Allan's arse. ~Such a firm, ripe apple of an arse~
He began to drum his long fingers on the base of Allan's spine.
Allan felt a jolt that went straight to his cock.
“Jesu!”
A velvet laugh.
“That was satisfactory, young Allan?”
“Bloody hell, too right!”
Guy, grinning, took the edges of his hands and continued to drum on the area.
Allan, feeling himself hardening by the second, gasped.
“Still enjoying yourself, Allan?” Guy purred.
“Mmmmmmmmmm.”
“Then you'll probably like this, too.” Guy swung over to kneel by Allan's side. He pressed one hand on the top of one of Allan's buttocks and the other hand on the bottom and began kneading the firm, ripe flesh.
“You really do have a gorgeous arse, Allan. It feels so good . . .”
Guy could not resist pausing to press a kiss to the lush mound.
“Now, we mustn't let the other cheek feel abandoned.” Guy moved his hands to Allan's other buttock and thoroughly kneaded it.
Allan was in a state of bliss. ~If I died now, I would go happy~
“All nice and tender now . . .” Guy murmured. His oiled fingertips now trailed across Allan's arse with feather-light caresses that made his lover tingle.
He moved back to straddle Allan's thighs and placed a hand on each cheek of Allan's arse, gently but firmly pushing them together and then spreading them apart, then pushing them up and down, making Allan moan with pleasure.
Guy exhaled and pressed his erection in the cleft of Allan's arse, gyrating his hips.
~OhGodGiz'sbigcockissohardsoclose~
“Do you want me to go further, Allan - with the massage?” Guy asked in a husky tone.
“Uhhh . . . how about a bit of internal massage. With your lovely cock . . .”
A sigh. “I was hoping you'd say that, sweet Allan.”
*~*~*~*
In a bedchamber in London, a dark-haired woman with big teeth and an even bigger libido was bouncing away on top of her latest paramour.
“Paramour” might not be the most appropriate word. Some would suggest he was the lady in question's latest victim.
“Harder, harder,” she shrieked, her bosoms with their strange missile-shaped nipples flopping in the air as she rode him.
“I'm - uh- doing the best I can, milady,” the hapless fellow puffed.
~God's teeth, it feels like a bloody cavern in there~
“Harder! I must have more . . .” She wailed. “Stick in some fingers!”
“Ye-yes, milady . . .”
~I could stick my whole sodding head in that gaping hole and she probably wouldn't feel it~
“More! More!” she bellowed. She reached down and plucked a small container sitting on the bed beside her. Removing the lid, she stuck in a finger and got a great big dollop of beeswax. Smearing it across her puffy lips, she then smacked them together with relish as she continued to bounce away.
Her companion looked on in disbelief. He had heard she was totally obsessed with the stuff but God's balls . . .
*~*~*~*
Guy stretched sinuously as he laid down on the blanket next to Allan. “Turn your back to me, Allan,” he said softly. As his lover shifted onto his side, Guy pressed his long, muscular body against Allan's.
Guy wrapped one arm around Allan's torso as he kissed the younger man's shoulders and neck, all the while undulating his hips against Allan's delectable backside.
Allan reveled in the warmth of Guy's bare flesh and the hardness of Guy's cock, well lubricated with Minerva's oil, sliding between his buttocks.
Guy slid one leg between Allan's, and shifting down, he used the head of his cock to move in a small, lazy circle, teasing the rosy ring he found so alluring on his lover.
“Sweet, sweet, tasty Allan . . . what a temptation you are for me,” Guy purred into his ear.
He moved back to slide a well-oiled finger inside Allan, moving it in circles, making Allan whimper softly. Guy's other hand slid down Allan's taut abdomen to fondle his swollen member, teasing it with his nimble fingers.
Allan gasped. ~What Guy can do with those big, beautiful hands of his~
“Are you ready to have - more of me - inside you?” Guy asked.
“Oh, yeah . . .”
Sliding his finger out, Guy spread Allan's arse cheeks apart and pushed the well-oiled head of his cock inside his lover.
A velvet rumble. “We're gonna take it nice and easy this time, young Allan.”
Slowly, tantalisingly, Guy thrust into Allan, pressing light-as-air kisses to his back, shoulders and neck as he undulated against him.
Allan's hand slid down to caress his own cock as Guy moved inside him.
Guy's fingers teased Allan's rosy nubs as his own pert nipples grazed Allan's back.
The sun warmed their bare skin as they moved together in a reverie of slow, languid lovemaking, the heat inside building sweetly.
“I'm so glad Minerva suggested a visit to Turner's Pond,” Allan sighed happily. He caught his breath as Guy swiveled his hips, continuing the slow, hot thrusts into his lover, sending ripples of pleasure through his body.
A dark chuckle. “I think she practically ordered it, didn't she?”
“Uhmmm. Yeah. Come to think of it . . . ooooh.” Guy had hit another sweet spot.
Guy pressed another moist, hot kiss to Allan's back.
“I think Minerva is a very naughty girl . . .” He trailed his tongue down Allan's spine as he thrust a little harder.
“Ooooh, yeah . . . but naughty in the best way. She helped bring us together . . .”
Guy trailed his hand down and placed it over Allan's as he stroked his cock.
Allan gave a small groan.
“God bless that - feisty little woman-” Allan said, panting a little.
“Yes, indeed . . .” Guy growled, his fingers entwining with Allan's, touching the velvet surface of the younger man's throbbing cock.
Guy flicked back his dark mane, closing his eyes as he savoured the warm embrace Allan gave his own cock.
“I think we ought to - uhhhh - do something nice for our Minerva,” Guy puffed as his hips bucked harder against Allan's.
Allan gasped. “Abso-lutely . . .”
Guy came with a loud groan even as Allan felt an exquisite pleasure flooding through his loins.
~Sweet Jesu it is so good with Guy~
“Yep. We really ought to do somethin' nice for that girl . . .” Allan sighed with satisfaction.
Lovemaking was so satisfying with his dark knight.
~And it IS lovemakin', and not just fuckin', even though that's a treat with Guy, too~
“Penny for your thoughts, Allan,” Guy murmured as he nuzzled the back of Allan's neck.
Allan smiled. “I'm thinkin' how good it is to be loved by you, Giz. To be in love with you . . .”
Guy pressed a warm kiss to Allan's throat and sighed. He spoke tenderly, almost shyly.
“I know it's foolish, Allan, but I - I almost feel like we're the first people this has ever happened to, that we are the only ones in the world who - who love each other like we do.”
Allan nodded. “Maybe . . . maybe this is what really bein' in love is like.”
He turned over and faced Guy, his blue eyes wide and earnest.
“You were my first - bloke - to be with, but you are also the only person I've tumbled that I really believe I love. Not just fancied or lusted for -” Allan paused and shot him a sly grin. “Although I completely fancy the trousers right off you, Sir Guy.”
Guy smirked as he caressed Allan's jaw. “Yeah, I've noticed.” A softness came to his azure gaze. “It's lust and love and friendship all mixed together for us . . .”
His Adam's-apple bobbed. “What I had with Marian was so - one-sided.” His brow furrowed. “All on my side, as it turned out.”
Guy pressed a gentle kiss to Allan's lips.
“Now I know what it means to love and be loved in return,” Guy said huskily.
Allan gave him a singularly sweet smile. “That you are, Sir Guy, that you are. I do love you so . . .”
A teasing gleam came into his lover's eyes. “Will you love me a little more with some honey?” Guy raised an elegant brow.
Allan sighed. “Oh, absolutely . . . Minerva would be disappointed if we didn't!”
*~*~*~*~*
“I didn't come!!” He could hear her shrieks following him as he fled down the corridor, clutching his clothes. Roger - for that was his name - had had quite enough of the demanding merry widow. And her cavernous cunny.
~No wonder the prince is trying to get her married off. Not that that will likely curb her - activities. Jesu~
The lady in question sat pouting on her bed, fingers twisting and pulling those oddly shaped nipples of hers in sexual frustration.
She tossed back her dark hair, gave a tremendous sigh and applied some more beeswax to her already greasy lips to provide a little solace.
~Damn, that's the third one this week who's run out on me~
She sniffed disdainfully, twitching her snub nose and biting her shiny lips with those large teeth.
~Obviously, they don't know how to handle a real woman and her needs~
And the Lady Alona had so very many needs.
“Oh, Puddums? Where is Mummy's besty-westy little kitty-witty?”
Lady Alona thrust out her lower lip and rapidly blinked her dark little eyes. “Mummy needs consoling, darling.”
*~*~*~*
Minerva had busied herself at Locksley Manor, making everything clean and tidy and welcoming for her bonny lads.
Zeus had been in tow, faithfully following her up and down the stairs. Stretching out his big puppy's body, he rested his handsome head on his gigantic paws, his perpetually sad eyes watched her movements with interest.
“It's not a grand castle, o' course, Zeus, but I reckon I've come up with an idea or two the boys will enjoy in a most princely manner.”
She placed her hands on her hips and surveyed Guy's bed chamber, giving a nod of approval.
“Tonight's the night, I reckon, Zeus. I've kept the boys in the dark long enough. Now's the time for ol' Minerva to come clean. Now that everything is goin' accordin' to my plans, no reason not to tell them . . .”
*~*~*~*
Vasey yearned to drown his sorrows in a vat of spiced wine. However, with the prince and Sir Jasper there, dogging his every footstep, it seemed, the opportunity to get himself stinkin' drunk appeared unlikely.
~Anyway, it would just be another blot on the parchment for me as far as those two are concerned. Terrible when a man can't get nice and tight in his own castle~
He sighed. ~Whereas Guy and his little outlaw bum boy can get up to all sorts of things and the fuckin' prince thinks it's all so - lovely~
He rubbed his temples, which were throbbing once again.
“I think a nice, intimate ceremony in the castle chapel might be fitting, seeing as how this is the dear lady's second marriage . . . and then you can have a grand wedding feast afterward, eh?”
Prince John's plummy tones broke through Vasey's internal whinging.
“I say, Vasey, what do you think of that?” An impatient sigh. “You ARE listening, aren't you?”
Sir Jasper chuckled. “I do believe the sheriff is quite overwhelmed with the knowledge he is soon to become a married man at long last, Sire.”
Vasey nodded, plastering a smile on his face. “Exactly, Sir Jasper. I'm simply feeling - overwhelmed, Sire. So much for me to take in, you see.”
The prince smoothed an auburn wave into place and cocked his handsome head.
He gave Vasey a magnanimous smile and held out his bejeweled hands.
“But my dear Lord Vasey, you must remember you are not alone in this. You will have the assistance of Sir Jasper and your very own prince regent. And I am sure the lovely Sir Guy and Allan will be most willing to aid in the execution of your wedding plans, dear fellow.”
Vasey's smile turned into more of a grimace, Jasper noticed with satisfaction.
“And I'm so very - grateful - for all your assistance, Sire, believe me.”
~The only thing I want to see 'executed' is the whole bleeding lot of you for doing this to me~
Prince John beamed. “And so you should be grateful. Now, getting back to the plans . . .” He tented his fingers, tawny eyes narrowed in concentration.
“Yes, I think a large wedding feast here at the castle. Invite all the nobles and perhaps have something outside for the common folks as well. After all, it's not everyday their sheriff gets married, hmmm?”
“Lovely.”
~If there is a God, please give me strength. To live through all this and not kill anyone important to my position. Maybe just an odd peasant or two~
*~*~*~*
The day was drawing to an end. After some rather delicious experimentation with Minerva's honey, requiring another dip in the pond, Guy and Allan had dressed, packed up and headed back home to Locksley Manor.
During a private moment - increasingly rare these days - Vasey visited with his precious birds and tippled heavily. He needed fortification to face supper with Prince John and Sir Jasper and more talk of the leper he was being forced to marry.
Relaxing in his chamber, Prince John hummed merrily as he contemplated another tryst with his favourite cook. Next door, Sir Jasper was reliving the rather wonderful banquet and the jolly fun he'd had with the sprightly Minerva. And delighting in the thought of how totally miserable his nemesis Vasey was.
And miles away in London, Lady Alona stroked her pussy - the one named Puddems - applied another coat of beeswax and pondered who she might lure into her bed next, quite unaware she would soon be married again . . .
*~*~*~*
Minerva's face was a wreath of smiles as she welcomed her two lads home.
“I need not even ask if you had a fine time of it. I can see it in your bonny faces,” she said with a nod of approval.
Allan and Guy glanced at each other, sharing slightly sheepish grins.
“And isn't it nice not to have to hide it - when you two are obviously in love and enjoying each other, just as it should be,” she added firmly.
Guy could feel blood rushing to his cheeks and cleared his throat.
“Minerva - I think you deserve a spanking, but then again -” He glanced again at Allan
and shrugged a little helplessly. “You, as usual, are right.”
Allan nodded. “Yeah - you are right, old girl. I'm mad about the big lug.”
Guy shot him a dark look. Allan's eyes widened. “Hey, I'm just sayin,' . . .”
Minerva laughed. “You're a naughty lad, Allan, always teasin' Sir Guy . . .”
Allan goggled. “Trust me, Minerva, I get plenty of teasin' from him.”
~And it's bloody fun, too~
“Ah, I know you two enjoy goin' on at each other, and it's all done out of love and friendship, so no harm . . .” Minerva placed a small, work-worn hand on each man's arm and looked up with a beseeching gaze.
“Now, I think it's time I explain one or two things to you . . .” She patted their arms. “Let's have a sit-down, shall we?”
Guy shot Allan a quizzical look. Allan shrugged. They sat down as Minerva asked.
Minerva, however, stayed on her feet. She clasped her hands together and drew a deep breath.
“You know you lads are like family to me, don't you?” The men nodded.
“My own family is all gone now. I had four brothers, all older than me, and no sisters.
I was always taggin' along after them. Much more enjoyable than woman's work, I thought.” A half-smile tugged at her mouth.
“Most of my brothers thought me a terrible nuisance . . . save my one brother, Adam. I loved them all, but Adam was truly my favourite.”
Minerva turned to Allan with a twinkle in her dark eyes. “He was quite the cheeky charmer, my Adam. Much like you, Allan. Always a joke on his tongue. A teaser, but not in a mean or hurtful way. And he always stuck up for me.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled at her memories.
“He was beautiful to look at. I think all the beauty in the family went straight into Adam and by-passed all the rest of us. Adam was tall and strong and he had the loveliest blue eyes . . .” Opening her eyes, Minerva looked at Guy. “Imagine our Guy with fair hair instead of dark, and you have a picture of my Adam.”
“He sounds like a wonderful brother, Minerva,” Guy said quietly. He could sense deep emotions under the little housekeeper's calm exterior.
“Yes, he was . . . and considered quite a catch among the village maidens. But none of them really caught his eye. He'd laugh and say he wasn't ready to settle down to married life.” Minerva sighed.
“He was best friends with another lad, a few years older than him. Simon was a handsome one, too, dark curls and black eyes and a mischievous grin. He was always kind to me. I think I loved him more than some of my brothers, to be honest . . .”
Minerva's lips curved into a fond smile. “You should have seen them together, a bonny pair. So much like you two . . .”
Allan glanced at Guy and swallowed hard. “Were - did they happen to be like us - in other ways?”
Minerva's head took a bird-like tilt. “Ah, yes. You've guessed. Simon and Adam were lovers, although they did their very best not to let anyone know. My other brothers would have surely killed Simon and claimed he'd taken advantage of Adam if they'd discovered their secret.” Her eyes filled with pain.
“And perhaps Adam, too - for going against the Church and engagin' in such unnatural acts.” Minerva shook her head. “At the very least, he would have been cast out of the village and banned from the Church. For lovin' Simon.”
Guy furrowed his brow. “So - what happened?”
“They kept their secret. And I kept it for them.” She gave a sad little smile. “I knew. Busybody that I was, I followed them one day. To Turner's Pond.”
~Stripped bare, splashing in the water, laughing, and then the embrace - strong limbs entwined, a dark head and a fair one, meeting in a kiss. Beautiful~
“Something told me I'd best keep what I'd seen to myself. And I did.”
Minerva gave a deep sigh. “But there was no happily ever after for Adam and Simon. Simon was the only son and there was much pressure for him to marry and have sons and carry on his father's name . . . and he was an honourable young man. So he married . . .”
Minerva shrugged. “And he seemed happy enough, I suppose. He had a sweet and dutiful wife and they went on to have several sons.”
“But what about Adam?” Allan queried.
Minerva paused for moment, lowering her head.
“He married, too, about a year later.” She looked up and into Allan's earnest blue eyes.
“My other brothers were all getting betrothed, you see, and there was pressure on Adam to do the same.” She frowned. “Even Simon was pushing him to do it. That broke Adam's heart more than a little. I think Simon tried to convince himself there had never really been anything between them.”
Guy caught his breath. ~This isn't going to end well~
“And so Adam tried to forget about Simon and what they had shared. Gennie was a lovely girl and she adored Adam, but it never really worked.”
Minerva wrapped her arms tightly around herself as if warding off the cold, in spite of the warmth of the night.
“One day they found his body at the bottom of the ravine. They said it was an accident, that he had slipped and fallen.” Minerva's eyes glimmered with tears.
“But I knew the truth. He'd killed himself. He was so miserable and he just couldn't bear the pain any longer. But he, too, was an honourable man, and he didn't want the taint of suicide to fall on the family.”
“Aww, girl,” Allan went to Minerva and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I'm so sorry.”
Guy rose and took one of Minerva's small hands in his own broad one. “This is why you've played our fairy godmother, isn't it?” He asked in a soft velvet rumble.
She smiled through the tears. “Aye. I made a promise to myself, and to Adam's memory, that if I ever had the chance to bring two people together who might not discover each other without my help - well, I would do it.”
“When I first saw young Allan that night, with you, Sir Guy, all drunk and smellin' awful and lookin' worse, I somehow knew - I just knew he'd be the one who'd redeem you,” Minerva said with a decided nod.
“You both needed a friend, someone you could trust - someone who would love you for yourselves. And it hasn't turned out half-bad, has it?”
Guy leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.
“It has turned out very well, my darling girl. We are forever in your debt,” he said in a husky tone.
Allan nodded. “You've worked wonders, Minerva.” He scratched his head.
“But I gotta ask. How could you be sure no one would see us on our trips to Turner's Pond?”
She grinned. “Simple. I spread the rumour the pond was haunted. That way you boys would be sure to have the place to yourselves.”
Guy's mouth twitched. “You are a marvel.”
Allan grinned. “Too bloody right.”
Minerva looked up at both of her bonny lads. “Will you two do your fairy godmother a favour?”
Guy and Allan looked at each other and nodded. “Name it,” Guy said.
“Would you - kiss? Oh, not all tongues and things, but just a nice, sweet kiss. That would make me very happy.”
Guy gave Allan a lop-sided smile. Allan shrugged and nodded.
Guy tilted his dark head, flicking back his mane as Allan's soft mouth pressed against his own. Allan's hand slid into Guy's long locks as Guy caressed Allan's jaw. They broke apart, their eyes shining.
It did so feel good to show their feelings for one another and not have to hide it.
A blissful sigh could be heard below them.
“Thank you, thank you for that, boys . . . you've made this old lady's day, you have.”
She stood up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on each man's cheek.
“Now, if you two will stay put for the time bein', I've got a thing or two to attend to upstairs . . .”
Guy raised a brow. “More surprises, Minerva?”
She gave him a saucy wink. “Only very good ones, I promise, Sir Guy.”
*~*~*~*
Minerva had finally give them permission to come upstairs. “Only you must promise to close your eyes and not open them until you're inside Sir Guy's chamber,” she insisted.
Guy and Allan looked at each other and shrugged. They knew better than to argue with their Minerva.
Hands over their eyes, the two tall men were led into the room by their petite housekeeper.
“Now you can look, lads.”
Guy dropped his hands and looked around his chamber. Dozens and dozens of candles glowed in the dusky light of the chamber.
Allan chuckled. “The fairy godmother has turned this place into a right ol' fairyland.”
A sweet, spicy scent filled the air. “A bit o' incense from the faraway lands,” Minerva said with a smile. “Come have a look at your bed.”
The coverlet was folded back, and Guy saw a blue glimmer. He ran his fingertips across the linens.
~No, not linen. Too soft and luxurious to the touch~
“Silk?” Guy queried with wonder in his voice.
“Yes, silk as blue as your own beautiful eyes . . . a gift to you both from Prince John and Sir Jasper,” Minerva said with pleasure.
Allan sighed. He could so easily envision his dark knight's warm, bare flesh against the coolness of those sheets.
“Look under your pillows . . .” Minerva urged.
Guy lifted the pillow and gave Minerva a lop-sided grin. “Feathers?”
She laughed. “Aye, a pair of pretty peacock feathers for your entertainment . . . no more pillow fights causin' a great mess to clean up,” Minerva said with mock severity.
“I fetched them from the great banquet with you fellas in mind.”
She waved her hands toward the bedside tables. “And there's plenty of good wine, and fruit, bread, honey - and o' course, oil.” She grinned impishly. “And maybe one or two other surprises . . .” She clasped her hands together. “I do hope you'll have a fine time.”
Guy and Allan glanced at each other.
“How very good you are to us, Minerva . . . your Adam would be - very, very proud, I'm sure,” Guy said, his eyes shining with affection.
“Too right you are, Guy. Our Minerva is somethin' quite special.”
The housekeeper shook her grizzled head. “Enough of your silver tongues for now, lads. I've got to nip off home . . . now, enjoy yourselves. I don't need to tell you how to do that, I'm sure. And you'll want to shut the door or a certain hound will be visitin' you.” And with a knowing grin, Minerva slipped away.
As the door closed behind her, Allan gave a deep sigh. “She's gobsmacked me, I'll tell you that.”
Swallowing hard, Guy stretched out his hand, cupped Allan's face. “What if you hadn't come to the tavern that day, what if you'd turned your back on me when I was at my blackest . . .”
Guy tilted his dark head, a searching look in his azure eyes. “Oh, Allan - my sweet, sweet Allan . . .” He tenderly pressed his lips to Allan's, wrapping his other arm around his lover and drawing him close.
~Such a near miss. Such a very near miss. But now that I have you back in my life, I'll not let you go~
~Oh, sod it, Guy, I do love you so. And I am so glad for us~
Guy pulled his mouth away, his eyes dark and glistening in the warm glow on the candles.
“I think we need to christen these lovely sheets so kindly provided for us, Allan. To bed . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
Vasey's eyes flew open. ~What is happening?~
He gasped. A leper was - riding - him. Her face was a blank and the snakes of hair that framed it, kept changing from golden to auburn to witch-black to brown before Vasey's terrified eyes.
Her leper breasts with their rather nasty hard brown nipples kept slapping him in the face. “Harder, harder,” the faceless harridan shrieked.
“No-no-no-” He managed to mutter.
Laughter. Great peals of laughter rang out. And he looked and saw they were watching the sorry spectacle: Prince John, Sir Jasper, Guy and Allan. Watching and laughing in derision, slapping their thighs and pointing and making very merry over his dilemma . . .
“STOP!!” Vasey bellowed.
His eyes flew open. He was alone in the gloom of his chamber, bathed in sweat and his temples throbbing once more.
~A nightmare. Only a nightmare. Thank goodness. The real leper couldn't be that awful, surely?~
*~*~*~*
~If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up~
Guy was tracing the outline of Allan's aureoles with his tongue, licking off the sweet honey he'd poured on his lover. The silky smoothness of the sheets against bare flesh felt just as good as Allan had imagined.
“Uhmm, Allan, you and honey were made for each other . . .” Guy purred.
On all fours, the dark knight gave Allan a predatory grin and moved up to claim his mouth, prying apart Allan's soft lips with his warm, honey-drenched tongue.
Allan's hand slid into Guy's tousled mane as he pulled Guy to him, their hardened nipples grazing each other. Guy pressed his hardness against Allan, reveled in his lover's own swollen cock rubbing so temptingly against him.
“You feel so good, Allan. Soft where you should be soft; hard where you should be hard . . .” Guy whispered in Allan's ear before giving it a sharp nip.
“Just think, Guy - we might not be here, doin' this, enjoyin' each other - if things hadn't happened the way they happened . . .” Allan pressed kisses to Guy's lovely long throat and nuzzled his bronze curls against that firm jawline.
Guy closed his eyes.
“I guess, young Allan, you and I were just meant to be . . .” A velvet rumble.
He sat back on his haunches, the candlelight softening his hawkish profile, as it played across his muscular chest and the taut ridges of his abdomen. Allan's eyes wandered down to the thick patch of ebony curls from which Guy's very erect cock sprang.
“You get nice and hard in the right places, too, Guy.” Allan grinned. “But are you ticklish down there?”
Guy raised a dark brow. “Why do you ask?”
Allan smirked as he held up one of the peacock feathers provided by Minerva.
“Gotcha!” Allan wielded the brilliant plume, caressing the sides of Guy's cock with it.
Guy shivered a little. It felt like tiny, sweet kisses against the velvet surface of his shaft.
“That's very - nice, Allan.” He exhaled.
“Lie down, Guy. Let's play with the pretty peacock feather, yeah?”
Guy tilted his head, smiling, and stretched on his stomach. “Do your worst, young Allan.” A playful taunt.
“I will.” Allan straddled Guy's back and reached down to trace the soles of his big, handsome feet with the tip of the feather.
Another involuntary shiver.
“Oh-ho, so you are a bit ticklish.” Allan said.
He slowly ran the tip of the feather up the backs of Guy's shapely calves to his firm, muscular thighs, pausing from time to time to twirl it gently over Guy's skin, glowing golden in the soft light.
Allan exhaled. ~Such a beautiful body~
He stroked Guy's lush arse with the feather now; slow, languid passes over the peach-like skin. Guy raised his head, smiling as he shook back his raven mane.
“Very, very nice, Allan . . . but I think it is my turn now.”
Allan rolled over and stretched out beside Guy.
“Oh, no, not on your stomach. On your back,” Guy insisted. Allan complied.
Taking the feather in hand, Guy gently ran it over the contours of Allan's face, teasing his prominent nose, tickling his chin.
Allan giggled. “Whoa there!”
Guy grinned. “Let's see where else you're ticklish . . .” He ran the tip of the feather over Allan's chest, circling his erect nipples before moving down to lightly graze his abdomen. Allan caught his breath.
“What's up here . . . ah, I see . . .” Guy's amused soft velvet rumble.
He ran the feather teasingly over the tip of Allan's erect cock. Allan gasped.
“I really think I must play with that pretty toy . . .” Guy murmured.
Guy straddled Allan's legs. Leaning down, his pink tongue darted out to taste the milky white liquid on the head of Allan's cock.
“Very nice . . .” Guy took Allan's cock fully into his warm mouth as his strong, elegant fingers caressed his balls.
Allan closed his bright blue eyes. ~This could be heaven~
He felt Guy's mouth release him, and then those nimble long fingers rubbing oil on his member. ~Was he?~
He was.
Guy was taking Allan inside him, inside that warm, tight, welcoming core and it felt wonderful . . .
Allan looked up into those heavy-lidded eyes, the delicately-shaped lips parted in desire, witch-black hair like a magnificent cat's mane and smiled.
~This was heaven~
For your reading pleasure, chapter 17 of this dramedy/slashy erotic romance featuring our favourite cheeky charmer and smouldering dark knight. In our last installment, Vasey had to write a love letter to his intended, torture for the troll. We return to Turner's Pond, where Minerva ordered the boys in order to get their surprises ready for them . . .
No copyright infringement intended; I do not own these characters (save for Minerva) and earn no money from my writing. Thank you, Lady Muse, for ideas and encouragement. Rated NC-17 because these boys can't get enough of each other . . .
The blanket (so thoughtfully provided by Minerva) was spread out on the grass. Allan, his damp waves burning red-gold in the sunlight, was sprawled out, hands tucked behind his head, eyes closed.
“On your stomach, my Allan. Time for your massage,” a velvet voice rumbled.
He opened one bright blue eye. Guy was standing over him, naked, skin still glistening from their aquatic diversions, tousled witch-black locks glinting with auburn highlights.
~Six feet, two inches of god-like masculine beauty. And he's mine~
Allan sighed. “This isn't just a dream again, is it?”
The master at arms tilted his dark head and gave Allan a teasing smile, his azure eyes glinting with affection and desire.
“I assure you, I am very real. Now be a good fellow - and turn over.”
Grinning, Allan rolled onto his stomach.
“Very nice . . .” Guy poured some of Minerva's special oil into the palm of his broad hand and rubbed his hands together, warming the oil. Kneeling down, he straddled
Allan.
“So you dreamed of this, did you?” Guy murmured as his strong, nimble fingers worked the oil into Allan's shoulders.
“Oh, yeah . . . me massagin' you, you massagin' me . . . it's all good.” Allan said with a blissful smile.
“I gotta say I was pretty disappointed when I woke up . . . not to mention havin' to worry about hidin' my hard-on from you.”
Guy smirked. “Yeah, I know the feeling,” he said drily.
He leaned down and nuzzled Allan's ear. “But you don't have to worry about that anymore . . .” A velvet whisper.
Allan swallowed hard. ~ohmymymyyes~
*~*~*~*
~Ohmymymymy~
Vasey's temples throbbed. It had taken three tries - three torturous tries - to complete the letter to Lady Alona, but it was finally done.
“Now, that wasn't so difficult was it, Vasey?” a cajoling prince said, as he glanced over the missive.
“Not at all.” Vasey managed a rather hideous grin.
~I'd rather have Guy pull off all my toenails and then stick me in a vat of boiling oil and proceed to fuck Allan while I watched them, than go through THAT again~
“Let's use your seal and have this dispatched as quickly as possible to London and your ladylove,” Prince John drawled. “We shall have to bring you two together very soon.”
~ladyloveleperohohohno~
“Yes, indeed.” Vasey bared his teeth again. “I can hardly wait-”
~I can hardly wait to heartily strangle the whole lot of you, including my future bride~
He dripped a little wax on the folded parchment and pressed his signet into it with a small sigh. The prince gave him a beaming smile and a hearty pat to the shoulder.
“Here begins your future, sheriff. What a journey you have ahead!”
~A future of being royally fucked over. Oh, lovely~
*~*~*~*
Guy's hands were spread wide, pressing in a rippling motion against Allan's shoulder, making his lover's muscles tingle in a most inviting way. Allan could feel Guy's pelvis gyrating over his arse.
Which led to thoughts of Guy's arse.
“Uhmmmm . . .” Allan murmured.
Guy grinned. Sliding back a little, he placed the heels of his hands on each side of Allan's spine near the base. Pushing up toward the shoulders, then back down, strong, deep strokes that further loosened Allan's muscles.
“A good, strong back you've got, young Allan. Firm muscles. You're very fit,” Guy rumbled with approval.
Allan chuckled.
“I have to keep myself fit for a certain knight I know . . . can't let him outdo me.”
A dark laugh. “Indeed.” Allan, his eyes closed, could feel Guy shifting around.
“Now we'll work on those strong, fit muscles from top to bottom, young Allan,” Guy said, kneeling in front of Allan's tousled head.
~Guy's lovely cock only inches away from my mouth. Ohhhhhhh~
Guy pushed those elegant hands down Allan's back, pulling them back up. He inhaled, and then blew a soft, warm stream of air along Allan's spine.
Allan quivered a little.
“You like?”
“Mmmm, yesss. I like.”
Tiny, moist kisses followed along his spine. Allan sighed.
“And that?”
“You're doin' just fine, Giz. Trust me,” Allan groaned.
A chuckle. “Good.” Allan felt Guy's hands leave his back with a frisson of disappointment.
“You're not done yet, are you?”
“No indeed. I just need to do a bit more work down there . . .”
Allan gulped. ~Down where?~
Guy shifted back to straddle Allan's arse. ~Such a firm, ripe apple of an arse~
He began to drum his long fingers on the base of Allan's spine.
Allan felt a jolt that went straight to his cock.
“Jesu!”
A velvet laugh.
“That was satisfactory, young Allan?”
“Bloody hell, too right!”
Guy, grinning, took the edges of his hands and continued to drum on the area.
Allan, feeling himself hardening by the second, gasped.
“Still enjoying yourself, Allan?” Guy purred.
“Mmmmmmmmmm.”
“Then you'll probably like this, too.” Guy swung over to kneel by Allan's side. He pressed one hand on the top of one of Allan's buttocks and the other hand on the bottom and began kneading the firm, ripe flesh.
“You really do have a gorgeous arse, Allan. It feels so good . . .”
Guy could not resist pausing to press a kiss to the lush mound.
“Now, we mustn't let the other cheek feel abandoned.” Guy moved his hands to Allan's other buttock and thoroughly kneaded it.
Allan was in a state of bliss. ~If I died now, I would go happy~
“All nice and tender now . . .” Guy murmured. His oiled fingertips now trailed across Allan's arse with feather-light caresses that made his lover tingle.
He moved back to straddle Allan's thighs and placed a hand on each cheek of Allan's arse, gently but firmly pushing them together and then spreading them apart, then pushing them up and down, making Allan moan with pleasure.
Guy exhaled and pressed his erection in the cleft of Allan's arse, gyrating his hips.
~OhGodGiz'sbigcockissohardsoclose~
“Do you want me to go further, Allan - with the massage?” Guy asked in a husky tone.
“Uhhh . . . how about a bit of internal massage. With your lovely cock . . .”
A sigh. “I was hoping you'd say that, sweet Allan.”
*~*~*~*
In a bedchamber in London, a dark-haired woman with big teeth and an even bigger libido was bouncing away on top of her latest paramour.
“Paramour” might not be the most appropriate word. Some would suggest he was the lady in question's latest victim.
“Harder, harder,” she shrieked, her bosoms with their strange missile-shaped nipples flopping in the air as she rode him.
“I'm - uh- doing the best I can, milady,” the hapless fellow puffed.
~God's teeth, it feels like a bloody cavern in there~
“Harder! I must have more . . .” She wailed. “Stick in some fingers!”
“Ye-yes, milady . . .”
~I could stick my whole sodding head in that gaping hole and she probably wouldn't feel it~
“More! More!” she bellowed. She reached down and plucked a small container sitting on the bed beside her. Removing the lid, she stuck in a finger and got a great big dollop of beeswax. Smearing it across her puffy lips, she then smacked them together with relish as she continued to bounce away.
Her companion looked on in disbelief. He had heard she was totally obsessed with the stuff but God's balls . . .
*~*~*~*
Guy stretched sinuously as he laid down on the blanket next to Allan. “Turn your back to me, Allan,” he said softly. As his lover shifted onto his side, Guy pressed his long, muscular body against Allan's.
Guy wrapped one arm around Allan's torso as he kissed the younger man's shoulders and neck, all the while undulating his hips against Allan's delectable backside.
Allan reveled in the warmth of Guy's bare flesh and the hardness of Guy's cock, well lubricated with Minerva's oil, sliding between his buttocks.
Guy slid one leg between Allan's, and shifting down, he used the head of his cock to move in a small, lazy circle, teasing the rosy ring he found so alluring on his lover.
“Sweet, sweet, tasty Allan . . . what a temptation you are for me,” Guy purred into his ear.
He moved back to slide a well-oiled finger inside Allan, moving it in circles, making Allan whimper softly. Guy's other hand slid down Allan's taut abdomen to fondle his swollen member, teasing it with his nimble fingers.
Allan gasped. ~What Guy can do with those big, beautiful hands of his~
“Are you ready to have - more of me - inside you?” Guy asked.
“Oh, yeah . . .”
Sliding his finger out, Guy spread Allan's arse cheeks apart and pushed the well-oiled head of his cock inside his lover.
A velvet rumble. “We're gonna take it nice and easy this time, young Allan.”
Slowly, tantalisingly, Guy thrust into Allan, pressing light-as-air kisses to his back, shoulders and neck as he undulated against him.
Allan's hand slid down to caress his own cock as Guy moved inside him.
Guy's fingers teased Allan's rosy nubs as his own pert nipples grazed Allan's back.
The sun warmed their bare skin as they moved together in a reverie of slow, languid lovemaking, the heat inside building sweetly.
“I'm so glad Minerva suggested a visit to Turner's Pond,” Allan sighed happily. He caught his breath as Guy swiveled his hips, continuing the slow, hot thrusts into his lover, sending ripples of pleasure through his body.
A dark chuckle. “I think she practically ordered it, didn't she?”
“Uhmmm. Yeah. Come to think of it . . . ooooh.” Guy had hit another sweet spot.
Guy pressed another moist, hot kiss to Allan's back.
“I think Minerva is a very naughty girl . . .” He trailed his tongue down Allan's spine as he thrust a little harder.
“Ooooh, yeah . . . but naughty in the best way. She helped bring us together . . .”
Guy trailed his hand down and placed it over Allan's as he stroked his cock.
Allan gave a small groan.
“God bless that - feisty little woman-” Allan said, panting a little.
“Yes, indeed . . .” Guy growled, his fingers entwining with Allan's, touching the velvet surface of the younger man's throbbing cock.
Guy flicked back his dark mane, closing his eyes as he savoured the warm embrace Allan gave his own cock.
“I think we ought to - uhhhh - do something nice for our Minerva,” Guy puffed as his hips bucked harder against Allan's.
Allan gasped. “Abso-lutely . . .”
Guy came with a loud groan even as Allan felt an exquisite pleasure flooding through his loins.
~Sweet Jesu it is so good with Guy~
“Yep. We really ought to do somethin' nice for that girl . . .” Allan sighed with satisfaction.
Lovemaking was so satisfying with his dark knight.
~And it IS lovemakin', and not just fuckin', even though that's a treat with Guy, too~
“Penny for your thoughts, Allan,” Guy murmured as he nuzzled the back of Allan's neck.
Allan smiled. “I'm thinkin' how good it is to be loved by you, Giz. To be in love with you . . .”
Guy pressed a warm kiss to Allan's throat and sighed. He spoke tenderly, almost shyly.
“I know it's foolish, Allan, but I - I almost feel like we're the first people this has ever happened to, that we are the only ones in the world who - who love each other like we do.”
Allan nodded. “Maybe . . . maybe this is what really bein' in love is like.”
He turned over and faced Guy, his blue eyes wide and earnest.
“You were my first - bloke - to be with, but you are also the only person I've tumbled that I really believe I love. Not just fancied or lusted for -” Allan paused and shot him a sly grin. “Although I completely fancy the trousers right off you, Sir Guy.”
Guy smirked as he caressed Allan's jaw. “Yeah, I've noticed.” A softness came to his azure gaze. “It's lust and love and friendship all mixed together for us . . .”
His Adam's-apple bobbed. “What I had with Marian was so - one-sided.” His brow furrowed. “All on my side, as it turned out.”
Guy pressed a gentle kiss to Allan's lips.
“Now I know what it means to love and be loved in return,” Guy said huskily.
Allan gave him a singularly sweet smile. “That you are, Sir Guy, that you are. I do love you so . . .”
A teasing gleam came into his lover's eyes. “Will you love me a little more with some honey?” Guy raised an elegant brow.
Allan sighed. “Oh, absolutely . . . Minerva would be disappointed if we didn't!”
*~*~*~*~*
“I didn't come!!” He could hear her shrieks following him as he fled down the corridor, clutching his clothes. Roger - for that was his name - had had quite enough of the demanding merry widow. And her cavernous cunny.
~No wonder the prince is trying to get her married off. Not that that will likely curb her - activities. Jesu~
The lady in question sat pouting on her bed, fingers twisting and pulling those oddly shaped nipples of hers in sexual frustration.
She tossed back her dark hair, gave a tremendous sigh and applied some more beeswax to her already greasy lips to provide a little solace.
~Damn, that's the third one this week who's run out on me~
She sniffed disdainfully, twitching her snub nose and biting her shiny lips with those large teeth.
~Obviously, they don't know how to handle a real woman and her needs~
And the Lady Alona had so very many needs.
“Oh, Puddums? Where is Mummy's besty-westy little kitty-witty?”
Lady Alona thrust out her lower lip and rapidly blinked her dark little eyes. “Mummy needs consoling, darling.”
*~*~*~*
Minerva had busied herself at Locksley Manor, making everything clean and tidy and welcoming for her bonny lads.
Zeus had been in tow, faithfully following her up and down the stairs. Stretching out his big puppy's body, he rested his handsome head on his gigantic paws, his perpetually sad eyes watched her movements with interest.
“It's not a grand castle, o' course, Zeus, but I reckon I've come up with an idea or two the boys will enjoy in a most princely manner.”
She placed her hands on her hips and surveyed Guy's bed chamber, giving a nod of approval.
“Tonight's the night, I reckon, Zeus. I've kept the boys in the dark long enough. Now's the time for ol' Minerva to come clean. Now that everything is goin' accordin' to my plans, no reason not to tell them . . .”
*~*~*~*
Vasey yearned to drown his sorrows in a vat of spiced wine. However, with the prince and Sir Jasper there, dogging his every footstep, it seemed, the opportunity to get himself stinkin' drunk appeared unlikely.
~Anyway, it would just be another blot on the parchment for me as far as those two are concerned. Terrible when a man can't get nice and tight in his own castle~
He sighed. ~Whereas Guy and his little outlaw bum boy can get up to all sorts of things and the fuckin' prince thinks it's all so - lovely~
He rubbed his temples, which were throbbing once again.
“I think a nice, intimate ceremony in the castle chapel might be fitting, seeing as how this is the dear lady's second marriage . . . and then you can have a grand wedding feast afterward, eh?”
Prince John's plummy tones broke through Vasey's internal whinging.
“I say, Vasey, what do you think of that?” An impatient sigh. “You ARE listening, aren't you?”
Sir Jasper chuckled. “I do believe the sheriff is quite overwhelmed with the knowledge he is soon to become a married man at long last, Sire.”
Vasey nodded, plastering a smile on his face. “Exactly, Sir Jasper. I'm simply feeling - overwhelmed, Sire. So much for me to take in, you see.”
The prince smoothed an auburn wave into place and cocked his handsome head.
He gave Vasey a magnanimous smile and held out his bejeweled hands.
“But my dear Lord Vasey, you must remember you are not alone in this. You will have the assistance of Sir Jasper and your very own prince regent. And I am sure the lovely Sir Guy and Allan will be most willing to aid in the execution of your wedding plans, dear fellow.”
Vasey's smile turned into more of a grimace, Jasper noticed with satisfaction.
“And I'm so very - grateful - for all your assistance, Sire, believe me.”
~The only thing I want to see 'executed' is the whole bleeding lot of you for doing this to me~
Prince John beamed. “And so you should be grateful. Now, getting back to the plans . . .” He tented his fingers, tawny eyes narrowed in concentration.
“Yes, I think a large wedding feast here at the castle. Invite all the nobles and perhaps have something outside for the common folks as well. After all, it's not everyday their sheriff gets married, hmmm?”
“Lovely.”
~If there is a God, please give me strength. To live through all this and not kill anyone important to my position. Maybe just an odd peasant or two~
*~*~*~*
The day was drawing to an end. After some rather delicious experimentation with Minerva's honey, requiring another dip in the pond, Guy and Allan had dressed, packed up and headed back home to Locksley Manor.
During a private moment - increasingly rare these days - Vasey visited with his precious birds and tippled heavily. He needed fortification to face supper with Prince John and Sir Jasper and more talk of the leper he was being forced to marry.
Relaxing in his chamber, Prince John hummed merrily as he contemplated another tryst with his favourite cook. Next door, Sir Jasper was reliving the rather wonderful banquet and the jolly fun he'd had with the sprightly Minerva. And delighting in the thought of how totally miserable his nemesis Vasey was.
And miles away in London, Lady Alona stroked her pussy - the one named Puddems - applied another coat of beeswax and pondered who she might lure into her bed next, quite unaware she would soon be married again . . .
*~*~*~*
Minerva's face was a wreath of smiles as she welcomed her two lads home.
“I need not even ask if you had a fine time of it. I can see it in your bonny faces,” she said with a nod of approval.
Allan and Guy glanced at each other, sharing slightly sheepish grins.
“And isn't it nice not to have to hide it - when you two are obviously in love and enjoying each other, just as it should be,” she added firmly.
Guy could feel blood rushing to his cheeks and cleared his throat.
“Minerva - I think you deserve a spanking, but then again -” He glanced again at Allan
and shrugged a little helplessly. “You, as usual, are right.”
Allan nodded. “Yeah - you are right, old girl. I'm mad about the big lug.”
Guy shot him a dark look. Allan's eyes widened. “Hey, I'm just sayin,' . . .”
Minerva laughed. “You're a naughty lad, Allan, always teasin' Sir Guy . . .”
Allan goggled. “Trust me, Minerva, I get plenty of teasin' from him.”
~And it's bloody fun, too~
“Ah, I know you two enjoy goin' on at each other, and it's all done out of love and friendship, so no harm . . .” Minerva placed a small, work-worn hand on each man's arm and looked up with a beseeching gaze.
“Now, I think it's time I explain one or two things to you . . .” She patted their arms. “Let's have a sit-down, shall we?”
Guy shot Allan a quizzical look. Allan shrugged. They sat down as Minerva asked.
Minerva, however, stayed on her feet. She clasped her hands together and drew a deep breath.
“You know you lads are like family to me, don't you?” The men nodded.
“My own family is all gone now. I had four brothers, all older than me, and no sisters.
I was always taggin' along after them. Much more enjoyable than woman's work, I thought.” A half-smile tugged at her mouth.
“Most of my brothers thought me a terrible nuisance . . . save my one brother, Adam. I loved them all, but Adam was truly my favourite.”
Minerva turned to Allan with a twinkle in her dark eyes. “He was quite the cheeky charmer, my Adam. Much like you, Allan. Always a joke on his tongue. A teaser, but not in a mean or hurtful way. And he always stuck up for me.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled at her memories.
“He was beautiful to look at. I think all the beauty in the family went straight into Adam and by-passed all the rest of us. Adam was tall and strong and he had the loveliest blue eyes . . .” Opening her eyes, Minerva looked at Guy. “Imagine our Guy with fair hair instead of dark, and you have a picture of my Adam.”
“He sounds like a wonderful brother, Minerva,” Guy said quietly. He could sense deep emotions under the little housekeeper's calm exterior.
“Yes, he was . . . and considered quite a catch among the village maidens. But none of them really caught his eye. He'd laugh and say he wasn't ready to settle down to married life.” Minerva sighed.
“He was best friends with another lad, a few years older than him. Simon was a handsome one, too, dark curls and black eyes and a mischievous grin. He was always kind to me. I think I loved him more than some of my brothers, to be honest . . .”
Minerva's lips curved into a fond smile. “You should have seen them together, a bonny pair. So much like you two . . .”
Allan glanced at Guy and swallowed hard. “Were - did they happen to be like us - in other ways?”
Minerva's head took a bird-like tilt. “Ah, yes. You've guessed. Simon and Adam were lovers, although they did their very best not to let anyone know. My other brothers would have surely killed Simon and claimed he'd taken advantage of Adam if they'd discovered their secret.” Her eyes filled with pain.
“And perhaps Adam, too - for going against the Church and engagin' in such unnatural acts.” Minerva shook her head. “At the very least, he would have been cast out of the village and banned from the Church. For lovin' Simon.”
Guy furrowed his brow. “So - what happened?”
“They kept their secret. And I kept it for them.” She gave a sad little smile. “I knew. Busybody that I was, I followed them one day. To Turner's Pond.”
~Stripped bare, splashing in the water, laughing, and then the embrace - strong limbs entwined, a dark head and a fair one, meeting in a kiss. Beautiful~
“Something told me I'd best keep what I'd seen to myself. And I did.”
Minerva gave a deep sigh. “But there was no happily ever after for Adam and Simon. Simon was the only son and there was much pressure for him to marry and have sons and carry on his father's name . . . and he was an honourable young man. So he married . . .”
Minerva shrugged. “And he seemed happy enough, I suppose. He had a sweet and dutiful wife and they went on to have several sons.”
“But what about Adam?” Allan queried.
Minerva paused for moment, lowering her head.
“He married, too, about a year later.” She looked up and into Allan's earnest blue eyes.
“My other brothers were all getting betrothed, you see, and there was pressure on Adam to do the same.” She frowned. “Even Simon was pushing him to do it. That broke Adam's heart more than a little. I think Simon tried to convince himself there had never really been anything between them.”
Guy caught his breath. ~This isn't going to end well~
“And so Adam tried to forget about Simon and what they had shared. Gennie was a lovely girl and she adored Adam, but it never really worked.”
Minerva wrapped her arms tightly around herself as if warding off the cold, in spite of the warmth of the night.
“One day they found his body at the bottom of the ravine. They said it was an accident, that he had slipped and fallen.” Minerva's eyes glimmered with tears.
“But I knew the truth. He'd killed himself. He was so miserable and he just couldn't bear the pain any longer. But he, too, was an honourable man, and he didn't want the taint of suicide to fall on the family.”
“Aww, girl,” Allan went to Minerva and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I'm so sorry.”
Guy rose and took one of Minerva's small hands in his own broad one. “This is why you've played our fairy godmother, isn't it?” He asked in a soft velvet rumble.
She smiled through the tears. “Aye. I made a promise to myself, and to Adam's memory, that if I ever had the chance to bring two people together who might not discover each other without my help - well, I would do it.”
“When I first saw young Allan that night, with you, Sir Guy, all drunk and smellin' awful and lookin' worse, I somehow knew - I just knew he'd be the one who'd redeem you,” Minerva said with a decided nod.
“You both needed a friend, someone you could trust - someone who would love you for yourselves. And it hasn't turned out half-bad, has it?”
Guy leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the cheek.
“It has turned out very well, my darling girl. We are forever in your debt,” he said in a husky tone.
Allan nodded. “You've worked wonders, Minerva.” He scratched his head.
“But I gotta ask. How could you be sure no one would see us on our trips to Turner's Pond?”
She grinned. “Simple. I spread the rumour the pond was haunted. That way you boys would be sure to have the place to yourselves.”
Guy's mouth twitched. “You are a marvel.”
Allan grinned. “Too bloody right.”
Minerva looked up at both of her bonny lads. “Will you two do your fairy godmother a favour?”
Guy and Allan looked at each other and nodded. “Name it,” Guy said.
“Would you - kiss? Oh, not all tongues and things, but just a nice, sweet kiss. That would make me very happy.”
Guy gave Allan a lop-sided smile. Allan shrugged and nodded.
Guy tilted his dark head, flicking back his mane as Allan's soft mouth pressed against his own. Allan's hand slid into Guy's long locks as Guy caressed Allan's jaw. They broke apart, their eyes shining.
It did so feel good to show their feelings for one another and not have to hide it.
A blissful sigh could be heard below them.
“Thank you, thank you for that, boys . . . you've made this old lady's day, you have.”
She stood up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on each man's cheek.
“Now, if you two will stay put for the time bein', I've got a thing or two to attend to upstairs . . .”
Guy raised a brow. “More surprises, Minerva?”
She gave him a saucy wink. “Only very good ones, I promise, Sir Guy.”
*~*~*~*
Minerva had finally give them permission to come upstairs. “Only you must promise to close your eyes and not open them until you're inside Sir Guy's chamber,” she insisted.
Guy and Allan looked at each other and shrugged. They knew better than to argue with their Minerva.
Hands over their eyes, the two tall men were led into the room by their petite housekeeper.
“Now you can look, lads.”
Guy dropped his hands and looked around his chamber. Dozens and dozens of candles glowed in the dusky light of the chamber.
Allan chuckled. “The fairy godmother has turned this place into a right ol' fairyland.”
A sweet, spicy scent filled the air. “A bit o' incense from the faraway lands,” Minerva said with a smile. “Come have a look at your bed.”
The coverlet was folded back, and Guy saw a blue glimmer. He ran his fingertips across the linens.
~No, not linen. Too soft and luxurious to the touch~
“Silk?” Guy queried with wonder in his voice.
“Yes, silk as blue as your own beautiful eyes . . . a gift to you both from Prince John and Sir Jasper,” Minerva said with pleasure.
Allan sighed. He could so easily envision his dark knight's warm, bare flesh against the coolness of those sheets.
“Look under your pillows . . .” Minerva urged.
Guy lifted the pillow and gave Minerva a lop-sided grin. “Feathers?”
She laughed. “Aye, a pair of pretty peacock feathers for your entertainment . . . no more pillow fights causin' a great mess to clean up,” Minerva said with mock severity.
“I fetched them from the great banquet with you fellas in mind.”
She waved her hands toward the bedside tables. “And there's plenty of good wine, and fruit, bread, honey - and o' course, oil.” She grinned impishly. “And maybe one or two other surprises . . .” She clasped her hands together. “I do hope you'll have a fine time.”
Guy and Allan glanced at each other.
“How very good you are to us, Minerva . . . your Adam would be - very, very proud, I'm sure,” Guy said, his eyes shining with affection.
“Too right you are, Guy. Our Minerva is somethin' quite special.”
The housekeeper shook her grizzled head. “Enough of your silver tongues for now, lads. I've got to nip off home . . . now, enjoy yourselves. I don't need to tell you how to do that, I'm sure. And you'll want to shut the door or a certain hound will be visitin' you.” And with a knowing grin, Minerva slipped away.
As the door closed behind her, Allan gave a deep sigh. “She's gobsmacked me, I'll tell you that.”
Swallowing hard, Guy stretched out his hand, cupped Allan's face. “What if you hadn't come to the tavern that day, what if you'd turned your back on me when I was at my blackest . . .”
Guy tilted his dark head, a searching look in his azure eyes. “Oh, Allan - my sweet, sweet Allan . . .” He tenderly pressed his lips to Allan's, wrapping his other arm around his lover and drawing him close.
~Such a near miss. Such a very near miss. But now that I have you back in my life, I'll not let you go~
~Oh, sod it, Guy, I do love you so. And I am so glad for us~
Guy pulled his mouth away, his eyes dark and glistening in the warm glow on the candles.
“I think we need to christen these lovely sheets so kindly provided for us, Allan. To bed . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
Vasey's eyes flew open. ~What is happening?~
He gasped. A leper was - riding - him. Her face was a blank and the snakes of hair that framed it, kept changing from golden to auburn to witch-black to brown before Vasey's terrified eyes.
Her leper breasts with their rather nasty hard brown nipples kept slapping him in the face. “Harder, harder,” the faceless harridan shrieked.
“No-no-no-” He managed to mutter.
Laughter. Great peals of laughter rang out. And he looked and saw they were watching the sorry spectacle: Prince John, Sir Jasper, Guy and Allan. Watching and laughing in derision, slapping their thighs and pointing and making very merry over his dilemma . . .
“STOP!!” Vasey bellowed.
His eyes flew open. He was alone in the gloom of his chamber, bathed in sweat and his temples throbbing once more.
~A nightmare. Only a nightmare. Thank goodness. The real leper couldn't be that awful, surely?~
*~*~*~*
~If this is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up~
Guy was tracing the outline of Allan's aureoles with his tongue, licking off the sweet honey he'd poured on his lover. The silky smoothness of the sheets against bare flesh felt just as good as Allan had imagined.
“Uhmm, Allan, you and honey were made for each other . . .” Guy purred.
On all fours, the dark knight gave Allan a predatory grin and moved up to claim his mouth, prying apart Allan's soft lips with his warm, honey-drenched tongue.
Allan's hand slid into Guy's tousled mane as he pulled Guy to him, their hardened nipples grazing each other. Guy pressed his hardness against Allan, reveled in his lover's own swollen cock rubbing so temptingly against him.
“You feel so good, Allan. Soft where you should be soft; hard where you should be hard . . .” Guy whispered in Allan's ear before giving it a sharp nip.
“Just think, Guy - we might not be here, doin' this, enjoyin' each other - if things hadn't happened the way they happened . . .” Allan pressed kisses to Guy's lovely long throat and nuzzled his bronze curls against that firm jawline.
Guy closed his eyes.
“I guess, young Allan, you and I were just meant to be . . .” A velvet rumble.
He sat back on his haunches, the candlelight softening his hawkish profile, as it played across his muscular chest and the taut ridges of his abdomen. Allan's eyes wandered down to the thick patch of ebony curls from which Guy's very erect cock sprang.
“You get nice and hard in the right places, too, Guy.” Allan grinned. “But are you ticklish down there?”
Guy raised a dark brow. “Why do you ask?”
Allan smirked as he held up one of the peacock feathers provided by Minerva.
“Gotcha!” Allan wielded the brilliant plume, caressing the sides of Guy's cock with it.
Guy shivered a little. It felt like tiny, sweet kisses against the velvet surface of his shaft.
“That's very - nice, Allan.” He exhaled.
“Lie down, Guy. Let's play with the pretty peacock feather, yeah?”
Guy tilted his head, smiling, and stretched on his stomach. “Do your worst, young Allan.” A playful taunt.
“I will.” Allan straddled Guy's back and reached down to trace the soles of his big, handsome feet with the tip of the feather.
Another involuntary shiver.
“Oh-ho, so you are a bit ticklish.” Allan said.
He slowly ran the tip of the feather up the backs of Guy's shapely calves to his firm, muscular thighs, pausing from time to time to twirl it gently over Guy's skin, glowing golden in the soft light.
Allan exhaled. ~Such a beautiful body~
He stroked Guy's lush arse with the feather now; slow, languid passes over the peach-like skin. Guy raised his head, smiling as he shook back his raven mane.
“Very, very nice, Allan . . . but I think it is my turn now.”
Allan rolled over and stretched out beside Guy.
“Oh, no, not on your stomach. On your back,” Guy insisted. Allan complied.
Taking the feather in hand, Guy gently ran it over the contours of Allan's face, teasing his prominent nose, tickling his chin.
Allan giggled. “Whoa there!”
Guy grinned. “Let's see where else you're ticklish . . .” He ran the tip of the feather over Allan's chest, circling his erect nipples before moving down to lightly graze his abdomen. Allan caught his breath.
“What's up here . . . ah, I see . . .” Guy's amused soft velvet rumble.
He ran the feather teasingly over the tip of Allan's erect cock. Allan gasped.
“I really think I must play with that pretty toy . . .” Guy murmured.
Guy straddled Allan's legs. Leaning down, his pink tongue darted out to taste the milky white liquid on the head of Allan's cock.
“Very nice . . .” Guy took Allan's cock fully into his warm mouth as his strong, elegant fingers caressed his balls.
Allan closed his bright blue eyes. ~This could be heaven~
He felt Guy's mouth release him, and then those nimble long fingers rubbing oil on his member. ~Was he?~
He was.
Guy was taking Allan inside him, inside that warm, tight, welcoming core and it felt wonderful . . .
Allan looked up into those heavy-lidded eyes, the delicately-shaped lips parted in desire, witch-black hair like a magnificent cat's mane and smiled.
~This was heaven~