Fan Fiction / Record Of Lodoss War Fan Fiction ❯ A Kind of Passion ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Parn had blushed heavily, the blood rushing to his cheeks, tinting his skin a delightful red. He could hear his blood rushing through his ears and he could feel his heart-beat in his throat, tightening it. What had he done? He had kissed … Ashram? Out of all people he knew, he would have thought of that at least. But at that moment it had felt so right, so good. He lifted his fingers to his lips but hesitate to touch them. Instead he rose with a deep sigh and followed Ashram's example and washed his clothes, too.

Meanwhile the Black Knight had found a rather large flat rock that was perfectly exposed to the sun and laid down to let the warm rays dry his body. He blinked into the sky and covered his eyes with his hand.

"You don't know how damned lucky you are, boy.", he murmured quietly.

"Lucky?", retorted a rather confused Parn. "Lucky because of what?"

"The sun."

Parn lifted his head to gaze at the sky and then shook his head.

"What is so special about the sun. She shines everywhere", he paused and then went on. "and every day unless it rains." He had to chuckle dryly at his joke.

"Not on Marmo."

Parn starred at the resting man and his eyes wandered over the flawless white skin that was exposed to the warmth.

"Impossible. The sun shines everywhere. Even on Marmo."

"Since the days of Kardis curse Marmo's sky is covered by black clouds. We see the sun only rarely." Ashram's matter of fact statement made Parn shiver.

"Is your skin white because of that?"

Ashram shook his head in denial. "If it would be that matter, dark-elves skin would have to be white as well. And their skin is dark, you know." He frowned at the memory of a special dark-elvens bronze skin. He turned his head and uncovered his eyes to look at the boy who had bridged the distance between them and now stood within arms reach.

"I'm sorry."

Ashram lifted an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For kissing you."

Parn let his head hang down, concealing his facial expression.

"You have seemed to enjoy it, .. Parn." The older man stated and then forced himself into a sitting position. "Why did you do it anyway?", he asked letting curiosity getting the better of him.

Parn blushed again. This time a even deeper crimson.

"I wanted to stop you from teasing and thought that would be the only way to silence you." He lifted his head his bright blue eyes fixed on the impassive face in front of him. "You wouldn't have stopped if I had just said to shut up, would you?" The last sentence was pressed through tight pressed teeth and to Ashram's surprise he observed that Parn's eyes had started to water.

"And then?", he finally asked the quivering boy.

"Then what?", Parn snapped.

"After the kiss? What had you in mind? Was it planned as a kind of foreplay or just to tease me as a payback?" Ashram suppressed the urge too chuckle and remained impassive.

Though he thought it not possible, the boy's cheeks coloured into an even darker red immediately.

Struggling for an answer Parn shifted his weight from one foot to the other regretting this at once when it came to his injured ankle. He winced at the pain and felt his leg give way when a slender strong hand reached out and steadied him. Parn, rested his hand against the broad chest in front of him and then, slowly, leaned against it.

"Foreplay. It was meant to be a foreplay.", he whispered hardly audible expecting to be rejected again for that statement.

Too his own surprise Ashram could feel his body respond to that gentle touch and the whispered words and took in a sharp breath. The small body that leaned against his chiselled chest started to tremble slightly.

"Parn." He barely whispered. The trembling stopped abruptly at the sound of his name. Ashram slowly raised one hand to wrap his fingers into the smaller boys hair, while his other hand moved to wrap itself around a slender waist, pressing him into the younger one.

Parn lifted shaking arms to slide his hands up and down the slender muscled back, amazed at the silken feeling of Ashram's skin. Long fingers roamed through wet brown hair, then locked within and gently bowed the head back.

Their lips met lightly, a very soft touch, and then Ashram deepened the kiss rubbing his tongue along Parn's lower lip asking admittance. Parn opened his mouth willingly allowing Ashram's tongue to slip inside and explore, causing the kiss to deepen even more. Finally Ashram released the lips knowing air was required.

He buried his head in the crook of Parn's neck, trailing his tongue along a lustrous sweat-covered skin and blowing softly on the moistness, the boy's panting breaths echoing in his ears.

Parn locked his hands behind Ashram's neck and brought his face down to capture his lips into a second kiss. It was almost overwhelming, to be finally touching the Black Knight like this, to be touched by him in response. He opened his lips and his tongue darted out to taste Ashram eagerly. Soon their tongues duelled for supremacy until both of them were gasping for air.

Releasing his lips Ashram bent down to put little butterfly kisses along Parn's jaw-line, beginning from under the ear, trailing a wet path down the neck and over the collarbone. He was rewarded for his gentleness with a soft moan and the boy's head lolled back, exposing his throat. Ashram licked across it and then sucked gently at the sides of the neck sensing Parn's rushing pulse at the artery with his lips. By that time Parn was breathing in harsh gasps and every lick caused him to moan of pleasure. Satisfied with the electing of another moan Ashram wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling their bodies together gently.

They remained clasped together for several more moments before Parn started to explore Ashram as much as he had been explored himself. He began to kiss him, lightly nibbling at the lips and running his teeth over the sharp angled jaw-line. His lips left a wet trail on the collarbones which he dried by licking the wetness away with his tongue. To his amusement he noticed Ashram's breath to deepen and becoming a bit unsteady. Then moving on down the sculptured chest to tease the nipples he managed to deepen the older man's breath even more.

He worked his way to one nipple and began to nibble at it with his lips, causing it to harden. He lapped at it in circles and then caressed it with his teeth, biting it slightly. Agonisingly slow he kissed his way to the other nipple to repeat his sweet torture. Finally he centred his mouth over the other nipple while his hand smoothed over the one he had just left and sucked on it lightly.

The Black Knight was breathing harshly and leaned back against the rock to rest for a while. He lowered his head until his forehead touched Parn's.

"Boy.", he gasped between two breathes, "where did you learn that?"

"I just do what comes into my mind.", was Parn's soft spoken answer and his lips brushed over Ashram's sweat glistering chest electing a cry of pleasure from the taller man's throat.

"And by the way the name is still Parn, not boy."