Etherin at war part 10

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warning: child abuse

“Nino…. Is everything okay?” Ohno asked causing his lover to blink and then smile awkwardly shaking his head as he quickly looked around for his notepad. He had been acting strangely since he had come back from his meeting with the Holy Father and Far epad. fthen smile awkwardly nodding as he quickly looked around for his notepad.  so far he hadn't told him what was wrong or what had been said. Whatever it was had affected him deeply and Ohno had no idea how he was meant to do or say to help him. Nino’s pencil scratched over the paper for a few moments before he lifted it up showing what was written in a shaky hand;

>No….the father threatened me or more accurately you…<

“Why? What did he say…?”

>…He…Offered to help me win the war, to give me soldiers…If I had accepted he would have used it against me…And…I know what it is he wants…< Nino wrote and Ohno agreed with a nod knowing that it was obvious that the Holy Father wanted his lover. Even a fool could see it when they saw the unguarded expression in his the man’s face. He couldn’t understand how a man that was meant to symbolise all that was pure in the world could be so blatantly open in his desires >He didn’t take my refusal very well and said that the temple would take you…<

“Nobody will take me Nino…” Ohno said trying to keep his voice more confident than he was actually feeling and he moved over the bed and coiled around him his arms holding him tightly while still giving him freedom to write “I may not have the training of a knight but I can look after myself…”

>Not against an army…If I lost you…I couldn’t carry on…You are everything to me…<

“You are mine…But you would have to carry on my love. Because I would be both upset and angry with you if you didn’t…” Ohno whispered nuzzling into his neck his teeth grazing his skin and Nino sighed leaning back against him his eyes closing tightly for a second before he began to write

>I will be leaving again soon…< Ohno tensed his heart aching, he had known that it was coming with each day that passed Nino was recovering and he knew that his lover wouldn’t just sit by away from the front lines while his men were dying. He was not that kind of king
>When I leave…Toma will be staying…<

“Nino, you can’t do that…” He hissed thinking of the young knight knowing that Toma would resent being stuck in the castle even if he was enjoying the time with Yamapi.

>I can…He and the soldiers here will hold the castle…You my love are my heir, if you like it or not, and his duty is to protect you…< Nino wrote determinedly and Ohno flinched remembering that they hadn’t talked about that since Nino had first mentioned it. It was odd to think that he was now a crowned prince of Etherin. The title would never sit right on him he knew that but Nino’s explanation of it meaning that they were family now had gone a long way to changing his view of it.

“…He will resent you…” He mumbled but Nino shook his head the pencil flying again.

>It was him that suggested it…<

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“So you’re going to be staying from now on?” Yamapi asked as he fed his lover chunks of apple remembering back to how they had met. They had been so young and carefree then and now they were older. Toma hadn’t come from the battlefield unscarred, a chunk of his nose was missing and there was a deep pink line from ear to chin, and a network of finer scars decorated his neck and shoulder blade but he was still attractive as he smiled his deep pink tongue poking out of his mouth lapping at the apple juice that was starting to dribble down his chin.

“Yes…Somebody has to defend the castle and the heir…” He answered laying back in the bed his hands resting under his head while Yamapi stroked the tanned chest and stomach loving the heat of his skin coming up through his fingers. It was strange, as a healer he touched people all of the time but it was only Toma’s skin that had an effect on him, which sent warm jolts of pleasure over his body, and he delighted in that fact.

“And that had to be you?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and Toma shrugged the action causing his muscles to ripple under the taut skin knocking the air from Yamapi’s lungs but he fought hard to keep his breathing steady determined not to let his lover see how much he was affected by just the sight of him.

“It didn’t have to be…But my uncle cannot defend it by himself he has the knowhow, the men and the skill but his age is catching up to him…” Toma answered and Yamapi saw the flicker of pain in his lover’s face, Yori was indeed slowing down as the twilight of his life rapidly approached. It was going to be hard on a lot of people when the old knight passed away. “He would never forgive himself if he let something happen while the king was away…There is also the Holy Father…The man is a dog…he clearly wants Nino…It was obvious when we first visited the temple…Ohno is an obstacle…”

“…I believe that somebody should be here but why you?” Yamapi asked and Toma sighed sitting up again and looking at him with a frown on his face his head tilted to one side.

“Because Jun and Masaki will be fighting together…And I want to be here with you…There…Happy now? Jeez…Anyone would think that you wanted me on the battlefield…Somebody else caught your eye or something?”

“No…Idiot…” Yamapi huffed slapping him hard across the chest and Toma laughed grabbing by the waist and pulling him up onto his lap his arms wrapping around him tightly kissing the centre of his chest.

“Love you…” He breathed, his voice muffled against his skin and Yamapi sighed his hands moving up and down the thin but well trained back his head resting on his shoulder asking;

“Can Nino win?”

“He can and he will…I never met the old king and don’t imagine that he was a nice guy but Nino has his fire in his veins and he has a way of firing up those around him…I guess when you see the king there right beside you it makes what you’re fighting for important…”

“I hope it will be over soon…” Yamapi admitted his mind filled with all the images of the men he had treated “I’m sick of treating wounded men…”

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Quintin thrust into the young stable hand his young body trembling around him as he whimpered and sobbed. The boy couldn’t be any older than 14 at a stretch but he was almost the same height as the little defiant king with the same dark hair and eyes giving the Holy Father’s fantasies more to go on that his hand ever would. The boy hadn’t known what had hit him when he had come into the stables that morning and found him there stroking the horses. He had flushed and stammered cutely and it hadn’t taken long for Quintin to persuade him to come to his rooms for a private cleansing. It was a rouse that the used many times with the young novices at the temple and not one of them would ever speak about what had happened.

He held the boys arms looking down into the face, keeping his eyes focused on the eyes, trying to imagine what the little silent king would look like. Ryuu had the boy when he was only a teenager he, like a few of his other friends, had been told the details of that but he still couldn’t picture it. Somebody staying silent throughout the act seemed impossible. Ryuu had described a tearful face with lips moving helplessly but now that he had met the king Quintin doubted that would be how he would have him. The king of Etherin would fight with everything that he had inside of him.

“Please…My lord…Stop…” The young boy begged his pained voice slicing through his thoughts like a knife and shattering his fantasies at the coarse sound of it.

“Be quiet boy…Don’t you want to be cleansed?” He asked slowing his hips into just a steady rocking as the boy nodded holding back a sob. “Then stay silent…” He growled at the boy slamming his hand over his mouth and thrusting harder than ever.

The cries were muffled against his hand, breath moistening his skin, but he could still hear them and he growled with irritation pulling out and flipping the boy over onto his front and lifting his arse to study the gaping and abused hole for a minute teasing it with his fingers before gripping him tight plunging back inside sighing as the tight unbelievable heat wrapped around him. His hand buried deep into the black hair as his hips rocked and his mouth moved over the slim back. “Kazunari…” He moaned against the skin and his cock pulsed deep inside the channel. The cries of the boy were lost in the bedding as Quintin moved rotating his hips and biting at his back. The knowledge that the king had refused him, choosing a farmer over him, should have angered him but that made him all the more interesting. He had wanted to play the long game to steadily build up his trust but that was impossible. Ninomiya Kazunari did not trust easily it seemed and he hadn’t the patience for it anyway “I will get you my little silent king…”

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Nino panted silently as he rode Ohno loving the feeling of him being inside of him, his arms draped around his shoulders their foreheads pressed together. Ohno’s hands were on his hips squeezing him and helping him to forget Quintin and what he had said. Ohno was safe as long as he was his heir and stayed within the palace walls. When he ended this war with Ryuu he was going to change the way his country was won. He knew that breaking away from the temple would have some devastating effects but he wasn’t going to try and replace the religion just the way that it was handled.

“Kazu…” Ohno moaned his hips bucking sending his penis deeper and harder into him and sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. He smiled bringing his mouth down and claiming the hot one of his lover as a hand snaked down and gripped his cock pumping it slowly and steadily his thumb brushing over the tip and causing pre-cum to flow. His insides were already soaked in Ohno’s seed and he could tell that they were both close to finding completion with each other. His pushed his tongue into Ohno’s mouth teasing him into a tongue battle as he squeezed his internal muscles around him rippling them and adding to the pleasure his lover was feeling. Ohno’s hips jerked a little as he gave a shudder his hand stalling for just a second before he gripped him more tightly and pumped him even more quickly.

Nino arched backwards his body pulsing now as he was tipped ever more quickly over towards orgasm. His nails clawed at Ohno’s arms as the hot sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the air and found their way into his ear. The wound on his stomach was nothing more than a dull ache now, throbbing a little as he began rotating his hips to give him and Ohno more pleasure. The head of his cock bumped and brushed against the spot inside of him and he growled loudly as Ohno lifted himself up holding him with hand on the small of his back and thrusting wildly until he came with a loud shout. Nino moaned as he felt the seed flowing inside of him and it was long until he came to his white ejaculate coating their stomachs as he realised that this would be the last time now until the war was over.

TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay