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He can feel Occtis’ eyes watching him. It’s flattering. Julien can imagine what the young mage is thinking, as Julien is more than aware of his own looks and skill. Julien suspects he’s thinking about him. The Tachonis boy has proven a very good distraction for Julien as they traveled. Not that Julien would admit that. Thinking too much about Occtis is a dangerous pastime that Julien does not wish to entertain.
Aranessa has tried to talk to him about it. Especially after the clearing outside of camp.
“Occtis looked quite run through on your return,” she spoke as they rode alongside each other, “hopefully that means training went well?”
“Well enough. The boy’s capabilities will improve with more practice.”
Not even for the sake of his Lady, though, will Julien linger on the thoughts of the once-dead Tachonis son. But at least these days Julien can play… nicer. He still doesn’t trust the mage, not really. It can’t be a coincidence that a Tachonis was the only one to come back from the dead. Not when—
No.
Julien stops those thoughts. He can’t devolve into such thoughts, not on the road, and definitely not while Tachonis is watching him.
Instead, Julien watches the road. He watches the wilderness on either side. He stays on guard, does his duty. That’s easy. Comfortable. Just what Julien needs in this chaos.
The day disappears with the rhythmic clop of hooves on the road. In the haze of avoiding thoughts that hurt to think about, Julien finds time has slipped through his fingers. Camp is made, dinner is cooking, and there’s the expected discussions of a watch order.
“My Lady Aranessa,” he says, meeting the eyes of his patron, “I know your desires to help are noble. However, you cannot hide from me the fact that you have not been sleeping enough. Rest tonight, fully.”
She holds his gaze, thinking about his words. She had every right and ability to tell him to stand down, to reaffirm that she does as she pleases. But she doesn’t. Aranessa sighs, and nods, seeing the sound reason in Julien’s words. “You are right, Julien. Perhaps a night focused on trying to rest would do me well.” “I might be able to help with that,” comes the quiet voice of Tachonis. Julien’s hackles rise, but he says nothing. He just watches as his lady and the not-dead son of his enemy confer between themselves. It’s fine, it’s just conversation in the realms of resting. Nothing that Julien needs to get worked up over.
“I’ll take the first watch, then.”
“Ah, I wanted to get up early anyways. I’ll take last watch,” Thaisha turns to Julien, “which means you’ve got the midnight shift.”
Julien tears his eyes away from the sight of Tachonis and Aranessa talking quietly among themselves and huffs out a “Fine with me.”
Hands are all over Julien’s heated skin, and it feels good. He hasn’t let himself feel like this since—
“Shh,” a familiar voice, but whose? “Let me comfort you.”
The tone is soft. Ilondria perhaps. But the hands are wrong, more akin to Mardonus’. But he always favored a rougher hand. Julien watches the lean fingers and pale hands splay out across his chest as he leans back into the body.
“Just for a moment, Julien,” that softness again, just at the tip of his tongue.
“Julien,” now a breathy moan at his ear, desire starting to stir in the man.
“Julien.”
He scrunches his face from sleep, the low firelight an offense to his still-waking eyes. Vaelus stands near to him, bringing him to enough of an alertness for his shift. “I’m awake.”
“Nothing suspicious happened during my watch.”
“Good to know.” He stands and stretches. It would be smart to don his armor, but the night is calm and Julien is known to live on the edge of danger. He grabs his gauntlet and rapier, and sets out for a perimeter check to start his watch.
When he returns to their small camp, Julien notices that Occtis is no longer sat near to Aranessa. Instead of resting, the young wizard is standing, looking off into the distance. Julien doesn’t think about how there’s a strange mixing of emotions in his gut as he quietly watches Occtis wring his hands.
He walks quietly, but deliberately loud enough to alert Occtis. It wouldn’t do any favors to have the young man startle and wake the whole of their party. Julien nearly stops in his tracks when Occtis’ strange and luminous gaze falls upon him.
“What are you doing up, Tachonis?”
“I can’t sleep. I figured I could join you on your watch.”
Julien gives a huff through his scowl. “I will not stop you, boy.” He should stop him, though. Before things become even more complicated. Before Julien decides that he enjoys the way the Tachonis runt looks up at Julien from under the knight’s skilled hands. Before Julien decides he wants to taste chilled flesh once again. Before a number of things that cross his mind before he remembers he’s supposed to distrust Occtis, perhaps even despise him.
Julien does his best to ignore the Tachonis, and for a while, it works. It isn’t until Julien is standing and preparing for his next walk around the perimeter when Julien notices Occtis stands as well.
“What do you think you are doing?”
“Joining you on your watch. Or is this you refusing my earlier offer?” A layered question, that one. For a brief moment, Julien wonders if Occtis was speaking solely of this evening. Though such thoughts were too much mental gymnastics for this night, and so Julien lets the subject wither with naught more than a soft ‘tsk’.
It should have been easy to just ignore the wizard. Julien is trained to ignore distractions. His nerves have yet to ease up on the man, however, and he is keenly aware of the second set of footsteps in the dark night. Luckily, it seemed that they were the only two out here. Good.
It’s as they are returning to camp, in the moment that Julien is about to cross the threshold into the dim firelight, where Occtis calls out to him.
“Could you come here, Julien? Just for a moment.” And the knight goes stiff. A memory of a dream flitting through his mind. A puzzle piece dropped into place before Julien could cast it aside.
He cannot be dreaming about the Tachonis boy.
He also can’t show that he’s been affected by the request. Julien takes a breath before turning around and closing the distance to Occtis.
The mage has found the stump of some long-felled tree, and a sizable one at that. He looks up at Julien, and after some moments of silence, Julien heaves a sigh before sitting, as it seems that is what he wants. Julien swears that the damned fox and its master are cut from the same cloth.
“What is it, boy? Have you forgotten that I’m supposed to be on watch?”
“We can still see the camp. And they’re well within earshot.”
Julien looks back towards the camp, and quickly finds the truth in Occtis’ words. They’re not far at all from his nightly charge.
Julien’s attention is quick to return to Occtis, as the young man moves to settle on the ground at Julien’s feet.
“That doesn’t look like assisting with the watch, Tachonis.”
There’s an edge to Occtis’ eyes as he looks up at Julien. As he tentatively places his hands on Julien’s thighs, and more confidently spreads them. It’s after Occtis has shuffled closer and reaches for the ties on Julien’s pants that the knight grabs hold of his wrist.
Occtis looks up at him again, letting his head tilt just-so. “I thought you said you weren’t going to stop me, Sir Julien?”
Julien grits his teeth; that is both infuriating and intoxicating. He drops Occtis’ hand, but brushes away those dextrous digits. If he’s to be a part of this, Julien will undo the ties of his own damn pants.
Julien is already half hard when he pulls his cock out. He watches Occtis closely, watches how the young mage licks from his palm upwards to the tips of his fingers. The loose grip on his cock that follows isn’t much of anything, but it seems to embolden the man at his feet. Julien places an arm behind him, allowing him to lean back some. “I thought I trained you better than that, dog.”
When Occtis looks at Julien, there’s something akin to a challenge in his luminescent eyes. Julien can’t parse it quick enough, any thoughts in his mind coming to a quick halt as Julien realizes that Occtis’ mouth encases his erection. But it is not the small curious suckling of a novice; Occtis’ lips rest at the base of Julien’s cock. It’s not that Julien has never felt the tightness of a throat at the tip of his cock, but with the courtesans and friends he’s entertained, there were rare cases of such an immediacy of the sensation.
Occtis waits, and Julien struggles to steady his breath, but it’s of wasted effort when Occtis gives a curious hum.
“Oh fuck, Tachonis,” Julien curses, his gauntleted hand taking hold of Occtis’ tresses.
And as sudden as Occtis had taken Julien into his mouth, he was now pulling off. Julien pants, not sure of the emotions brewing in his chest, but very aware of the anger in Occtis’ eyes.
“Don't call me that.”
Julien gives an exasperated huff. “You don't want to hear me moan your name, Tachonis?”
“When I'm on my knees, you can call me ‘dog’ or ‘boy’ or- or ‘slut’ even, or nothing at all. But not ‘Tachonis’.”
Julien cannot admit how tantalizing it is to be looking down at Occtis as he speaks those words. The young lord craves being dragged down to the dirt it seems. Perhaps Julien can get him under his boot one of these nights.
“And why is that?” Julien asks, putting up the mask that he's less affected than he is. Occtis may have initiated this instance of… whatever they're doing. But Julien is in control. He won't give Tachonis the pleasure of anything else.
Julien watches Occtis, waiting for an answer from the younger man. Just as Occtis is about to speak, Julien tightens his almost-forgotten grasp on Occtis' hair. There's a rush in watching how responsive Occtis is as his eyelids flutter and his mouth drops open easily.
“Because you said you wouldn't fuck a Tachonis,” the answer Occtis gives comes out breathy and wanton. That confirms Julien’s suspicions that the young man has been thinking about him, about what they’ve done.
“And that’s what you want, boy? You want me to fuck you?”
Occtis begins to struggle and Julien pulls on his hair, exposing his throat. Dead shapers, Julien was in his throat for a moment. He’ll make sure he returns.
“I want to feel you come,” Occtis opens his eyes, looking at Julien, “inside me.”
Julien feels where his arousal pulses in his cock. Occtis is practically begging Julien with bright and eager eyes. Carnal desperation was always attractive to Julien, but seeing it painted across Occtis’ face and even in how he holds himself… Julien has little trouble in picking up from where things had been interrupted.
Julien recreates that image of leisure, leant back on one arm and sitting with his thighs parted to fit Occtis’ frame. His fingers loosen in those strands of silken ink as Occtis trails his eyes down Julien’s body. A part of him is glad he decided against his armor; as much of a fine cut it makes of him, there is an electricity that dances on the skin Occtis trails his gaze over.
“As you were, boy.”
Occtis heaves in useless breaths, his lust clear to Julien’s perception, as he settles once more between Julien’s thighs. He reaches for Julien’s cock but as the knight tightens the hold on his hair, Occtis pauses with a choked moan. “Ah ah, I said ‘As you were’. I know you remember, eager as any other cockstarved slut. It only took you a few strokes before you stopped using your hands. I bet you would’ve let me fuck your mouth with no preamble. You want to feel my cock buried in your throat, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes,” Occtis whines, and it’s not loud, not really, but it amplifies over and over in the knight’s mind, ringing like a belltower.
Fuck, he could get addicted to Occtis. He has to be careful. This is just fun, something to pass the time on the road, a way for them to release stress without killing each other. That’s all it could ever be.
“Then you need to follow directions. Now, dog, as you were.”
Occtis’ hands rest on Julien’s thighs and he licks his lips. Julien watches as Occtis leans in, as Occtis’ lips part and his tongue lolls out to make space for Julien’s erection, as Occtis takes all of Julien once more.
Julien lets out a shuddering breath. His mind yells at him, reminding him that he shouldn’t be tamed by a blowjob—Julien’s had countless blowjobs before Occtis.
But Occtis is different, a more dreamlike part of Julien’s mind pushes back.
Neither is wrong, as Julien focuses on the soft mouth wrapped around him. No heat radiates from Occtis’ mouth, but no chill crept its way over Julien either. It was just… Occtis. The thought makes Julien groan.
Occtis looks up at Julien, his eyes bright in the darkness and hazy through lust. Julien feels too exposed under the intensity in that gaze. He takes effort to keep his breaths steady, though they come rapidly. Julien is in control, meaning he needs to at least look the part.
Occtis’ gaze is making that hold on control shake, however.
He grabs Occtis’ hair and pulls him further down his cock. There’s a gasp from the sudden action, though Julien feels it more than hears it. He also feels where Occtis’ fingers curl into his thighs. A part of him wonders if the grip is hard enough to leave marks.
“That’s it, boy. Fuck,” his pleasure hisses from behind his teeth.
Julien keeps his eyes on the young man kneeling at his feet. He watches where drool drips from Occtis’ lips and onto his pants. Julien’s eyes don’t miss the visible strain of fabric holding Occtis’ erection. Julien knew that Occtis enjoys their… interactions, but there’s a pleasure that comes with seeing the evidence in front of his eyes.
When Julien feels the fluttering contractions around his cock, his eyes return to Occtis’ face. He watches as fear fights against determination. Occtis’ eyes are wide and wet with tears. Occtis’ clawed-grip on Julien’s thighs becomes more desperate. Julien gets a rush of satisfaction.
“Shapers, I’m almost there. Fuck, you want to please me, dog?” There’s a moment where Occtis fights past the useless panic, and Julien waits. His lust ignites further when Occtis gives a miniscule nod. “Then keep your mouth open and relax.”
Occtis takes a moment to regain control over his body, and Julien feels every bit of it around his cock as the spasms of Occtis’ throat subside. It leaves a fire inside of the knight, and with Occtis now ready, Julien can feed that fire.
He sits up from the relaxed lounge he was enjoying moments before. His gauntlet stays in the dark ink of Occtis’ hair, but his right hand trails down the wizard’s cheek to his lips, and makes sure the boy has relaxed his jaw. “Good boy, just like that.”
He wastes no time after that, using the hand in Occtis' hair to hold his head steady while Julien begins to thrust into his open mouth. The quick slide in and out of Occtis' throat makes Julien's head spin. He keeps his eyes on his wizard, watching as Occtis blinks away his tears. But he keeps his mouth lax, following Julien's command. That alone brings Julien close to his climax. Julien bites on his lip, tries to ride the high of the edge of his approaching orgasm. It feels good.
Occtis feels good.
Julien pulls out with a moan and gets lost in the vision of his cum painting Occtis’ face.
“What a sight.” Julien’s voice is softer than he likes. He doesn’t think Occtis notices, though, the wizard trying not to let Julien’s cum drip into his tear-filled eyes. The part of Julien’s mind that he wants to bury back in the Lloy’s estate reminds him that he’s beautiful.
He sneers at those thoughts.
“I wanted you to come inside me,” Occtis says, and oh, his voice is better when it’s hoarse from Julien’s cock. That’s dangerous.
Julien looks at the boy still on his knees, still bearing an erection. Perhaps if they were different people, Julien would wait and offer to go another round. It’s a shame that Julien is clearheaded enough to remember who he is, who they both are.
But by Occtis’ own words, he’s no Tachonis while he’s on his knees. Julien can pretend for a moment more.
His bare thumb caresses Occtis’ cheek, gathering a bit of his cum. He brings his hand to Occtis’ lips. “Open.” No hesitation, the noble-son opens his lips and Julien slides his thumb over Occtis’ tongue. “Lick it up, dog.” And just as before, there’s no pause between the order and Occtis working his tongue over Julien’s thumb. The thought comes to his mind again of waiting around to continue their stolen moment. He removes his thumb while he’s strong enough to resist the Tachonis’ temptation.
Julien stands and tugs his pants back up and refastens them. “Keep obeying your handler like a good dog. That’s how you get rewarded.”
He doesn’t stay to see if Occtis takes care of himself. He doesn’t offer to help the young man himself.
Dangerous, his mind repeats. The dream replays, now alongside the most recent memories.
Julien makes it back to the camp, looks deeply at the embers of their fire. Somewhere inside of him, he thinks he might be fucked over by these entanglements.
“It’s just to blow off steam. He’s just a good time. Nothing more,” Julien mutters to himself as he tends to the fire, waiting for his watch to end.