Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ He's a Bastard ❯ Don't Lower Your Guard ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Yuurimaoh 
I've faced a myriad of difficulties in my life, but what was that saying? Sometimes the present holds more weight than the past? A Wanderer should never work alone, though I've had to do so plenty of times in the past. However, I never intended to keep any assigned assistant for very long because I had never been struck by the desire to have a permanent partner to share in the limelight. At least, not until recently.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.05.2013 | Updated On: 03.05.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 200 | Status: Work In Progress
I've faced a myriad of difficulties in my life, but what was that saying? Sometimes the present holds more weight than the past? A Wanderer should never work alone, though I've had to do so plenty of times in the past. However, I never intended to keep any assigned assistant for very long because I had never been struck by the desire to have a permanent partner to share in the limelight. At least, not until recently.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.05.2013 | Updated On: 03.05.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 200 | Status: Work In Progress
He's A Bastard
Yuurimaoh (Dragon Dung)
DD: Quick Note! The general consensus was to peek into Revelin's thoughts. So, this chapter is in his point of view. This week is going to be busy for me, so I figured I should post it now while I still have the chance.
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Chapter 06- Don't Lower Your Guard
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My name is Revelin Eferize.
I've faced a myriad of difficulties in my life, but what was that saying? Sometimes the present holds more weight than the past? A Wanderer should never work alone, though I've had to do so plenty of times in the past. However, I never intended to keep any assigned assistant for very long because I had never been struck by the desire to have a permanent partner to share in the limelight. At least, not until recently.
Cyrus Kairos was a dangerous young man. His 'don't you dare touch me' aura seemed to surround him by a three feet long circumference. He was stubborn, only yielding when he had absolutely no other choice left. He caged his Vim deep inside so tightly that it's turned him into a ticking time bomb. He didn't seem to be the type to give up a mission, so I had no other option than to train the hell out of him. None of my other assigned assistants in the past had such raw potential.
And then, there was the more immediate problem. I was starting to lust after him. Don't look at me like that! If it weren't for the fact that he was actually a decade older than he looked, I wouldn't even have such a problem. I blame his hair. The platinum hue seemed to be unique to him, as I've only seen variations of it in other people...and the short curls were a constant temptation for me to thread my fingers through them just to play with them. And the fire behind the glares he shot at me! I've been glared at time and time again by fuming lovers whenever they asked for more than I chose to give, but I had never been glared at just for existing. So far, I had been able to keep my laughter to myself, but I wouldn't doubt that he'd attack me should I actually laugh in his face.
He wasn't even trying to seduce me, for the longest time it seemed as if he abhorred anything to do with sensuality. But then, last night...
--
When Cy asked for his room to be soundproofed, I realized that the loud noises were keeping him from a restful sleep. I couldn't very well have the blonde stuffed in a soundproofed bubble, as it would render him inattentive to any possible dangers. So, I rigged it up in my room, instead. I became so concerned for his safety, that I even began to monitor his room while I tried to ease my everyday frustrations at night.
My companion that night was a young man around the same height as my assistant with light brown hair and eyes. He preferred to be taken while on all fours. Perhaps he wanted to imagine another lover. I certainly didn't mind, as it allowed me to keep my sight on the wall, where I had formed a particle screen that showed me my assistant's room. As my companion became louder, his head was encased in the soundproofed bubble so that only he could hear his own cries.
That was when I made the first big mistake. When I looked up, Cyrus was biting his lower lip, his hazel eyes darkened with the first hints of lust I had ever seen on his face. I couldn't help the husky groan that escaped me at the sight. Then, I was treated to the sight of Cy masturbating with abandon. The scene should have been ridiculous, since the blonde was wearing those horrendous pajamas...but, the expressions on his face were amazing. I found myself thrusting harder into my companion, almost as if with a purpose. I matched every stroke of Cyrus's hand, wanting nothing more than for it to have been MY hand, just as I would rather be pounding into the blonde's heat.
When I saw Cyrus tossing his head back, his body set in an arch, I cried out my release. And then, I heard the softest of whimpers coming from down the hall. I vowed to add audio to my particle screen one day, as I wish I could have recorded it. "Cyrus," I hissed aloud as I ran a hand through my hair and tugged at the dark strands. That night, I didn't feel as if I had released any of my frustrations at all.
--
Naturally, I ended up tossing some of that frustration into training and got us back to work, though not before a little teasing of course. That day was the day that Prince Saul had arrived to officially court Princess Dandelion. I was hesitant to leave Cyrus on his own having to guard the princess not only from the prince, but also from that blasted brown bird of a magician, Duncan. But, that was what working in pairs was about, as I already had my hands full with Prince Damien.
"We are chaperoning my sister on her date from a distance...?" Prince Damien questioned. We were both mounted on horses and viewing the picnic from afar.
"Precisely," I replied without missing a beat. The prince peered over at my direction and I felt my eye beginning to twitch.
"Is that so? Because your sight seems to be set more on Sir Kairos than my sister..."
"From my point of view, 'Sir Kairos' is the biggest threat out of all four them," I growled back. I took a deep breath and let it out in a calming sigh. "Forgive me. Your sister's intentions are rather honorable, it's what both kingdoms have been trying to accomplish for years. But, there are still those that prefer to keep the kingdoms in a state of war. They tend to sacrifice their own countries for wealth and power alone."
"The king and queen tell me similar things," Prince Damien admitted, solemnly. "I certainly hope that it does not come to that."
My eyes narrowed as they settled onto a scene that grated my nerves. The blasted bird had the gall to ruffle Cyrus's hair. My assistant brushed it off as nothing, but as a bodyguard, he should have let his guard down for even that much. When Duncan tossed his arm around Cyrus's shoulder, I just about snapped. "Damien, we're going to have to interrupt your sister's date." I warned before urging both the horses forward. Four sets of eyes widened as we approached. "Forgive the intrusion, but I request a word with the 'food taster'."
Cyrus looked up at me in surprise before shrugging Duncan's arm off and following me. I made sure we weren't too far away. I pulled out a notepad and wrote down rapidly all I needed to say before handing it over for the blonde to do the same. We alternated between keeping an eye on the group and writing on the pad.
R: You shouldn't be letting your guard down around that magician messenger, he's more dangerous than he seems.
C: I haven't let down my guard at all! I'm only pretending to have my guard down to lull them into a false sense of security!
R: Pretend any further and you really will lose your guard, not to mention be subjected to molesting.
C: What the hell are you talking about!?
--
"Is it just me, or do they look like they are writing love notes to one another?" Princess Dandelion wondered aloud.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were right..." Prince Damien replied.
"Nonsense," Duncan declared. "Sir Cy deserves someone more refined by his side, not some brute."
Dandelion sighed. "Saul, I'm afraid we have to cut our picnic short."
Prince Saul smiled, reaching over to kiss the back of the princess's hand. "If that sigh of disappointment is a sign that you regret parting from me, then I shall depart with a lighter heart." He led Duncan to their shared mount, where his own bodyguards stood guard, and waved a regal goodbye.
Damien and Dandelion looked at one another before glancing back at the two Wanderers, who were still busy with their notepad battle. The princess decided that enough was enough. "Revelin! Sir Kairos! Prince Saul has already departed!"
--
"Yes, he's been gone for the last three minutes."
"Of course, he's been gone for a while."
I raised a brow when Cyrus replied around the same time that I did. I read the last line on the notepad before placing it in my pocket with a smirk. I shouldn't have been so pleased with the last sentence, but I was. 'I have no interest in hummingbirds whatsoever,' indeed.
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DD: We even had a little 'outsiders' point of view as well, this time. My question for you is this, should we go back to Cyrus in the next chapter, or allow Revelin to take over for a few more chapters?
Yuurimaoh (Dragon Dung)
DD: Quick Note! The general consensus was to peek into Revelin's thoughts. So, this chapter is in his point of view. This week is going to be busy for me, so I figured I should post it now while I still have the chance.
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Chapter 06- Don't Lower Your Guard
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
My name is Revelin Eferize.
I've faced a myriad of difficulties in my life, but what was that saying? Sometimes the present holds more weight than the past? A Wanderer should never work alone, though I've had to do so plenty of times in the past. However, I never intended to keep any assigned assistant for very long because I had never been struck by the desire to have a permanent partner to share in the limelight. At least, not until recently.
Cyrus Kairos was a dangerous young man. His 'don't you dare touch me' aura seemed to surround him by a three feet long circumference. He was stubborn, only yielding when he had absolutely no other choice left. He caged his Vim deep inside so tightly that it's turned him into a ticking time bomb. He didn't seem to be the type to give up a mission, so I had no other option than to train the hell out of him. None of my other assigned assistants in the past had such raw potential.
And then, there was the more immediate problem. I was starting to lust after him. Don't look at me like that! If it weren't for the fact that he was actually a decade older than he looked, I wouldn't even have such a problem. I blame his hair. The platinum hue seemed to be unique to him, as I've only seen variations of it in other people...and the short curls were a constant temptation for me to thread my fingers through them just to play with them. And the fire behind the glares he shot at me! I've been glared at time and time again by fuming lovers whenever they asked for more than I chose to give, but I had never been glared at just for existing. So far, I had been able to keep my laughter to myself, but I wouldn't doubt that he'd attack me should I actually laugh in his face.
He wasn't even trying to seduce me, for the longest time it seemed as if he abhorred anything to do with sensuality. But then, last night...
--
When Cy asked for his room to be soundproofed, I realized that the loud noises were keeping him from a restful sleep. I couldn't very well have the blonde stuffed in a soundproofed bubble, as it would render him inattentive to any possible dangers. So, I rigged it up in my room, instead. I became so concerned for his safety, that I even began to monitor his room while I tried to ease my everyday frustrations at night.
My companion that night was a young man around the same height as my assistant with light brown hair and eyes. He preferred to be taken while on all fours. Perhaps he wanted to imagine another lover. I certainly didn't mind, as it allowed me to keep my sight on the wall, where I had formed a particle screen that showed me my assistant's room. As my companion became louder, his head was encased in the soundproofed bubble so that only he could hear his own cries.
That was when I made the first big mistake. When I looked up, Cyrus was biting his lower lip, his hazel eyes darkened with the first hints of lust I had ever seen on his face. I couldn't help the husky groan that escaped me at the sight. Then, I was treated to the sight of Cy masturbating with abandon. The scene should have been ridiculous, since the blonde was wearing those horrendous pajamas...but, the expressions on his face were amazing. I found myself thrusting harder into my companion, almost as if with a purpose. I matched every stroke of Cyrus's hand, wanting nothing more than for it to have been MY hand, just as I would rather be pounding into the blonde's heat.
When I saw Cyrus tossing his head back, his body set in an arch, I cried out my release. And then, I heard the softest of whimpers coming from down the hall. I vowed to add audio to my particle screen one day, as I wish I could have recorded it. "Cyrus," I hissed aloud as I ran a hand through my hair and tugged at the dark strands. That night, I didn't feel as if I had released any of my frustrations at all.
--
Naturally, I ended up tossing some of that frustration into training and got us back to work, though not before a little teasing of course. That day was the day that Prince Saul had arrived to officially court Princess Dandelion. I was hesitant to leave Cyrus on his own having to guard the princess not only from the prince, but also from that blasted brown bird of a magician, Duncan. But, that was what working in pairs was about, as I already had my hands full with Prince Damien.
"We are chaperoning my sister on her date from a distance...?" Prince Damien questioned. We were both mounted on horses and viewing the picnic from afar.
"Precisely," I replied without missing a beat. The prince peered over at my direction and I felt my eye beginning to twitch.
"Is that so? Because your sight seems to be set more on Sir Kairos than my sister..."
"From my point of view, 'Sir Kairos' is the biggest threat out of all four them," I growled back. I took a deep breath and let it out in a calming sigh. "Forgive me. Your sister's intentions are rather honorable, it's what both kingdoms have been trying to accomplish for years. But, there are still those that prefer to keep the kingdoms in a state of war. They tend to sacrifice their own countries for wealth and power alone."
"The king and queen tell me similar things," Prince Damien admitted, solemnly. "I certainly hope that it does not come to that."
My eyes narrowed as they settled onto a scene that grated my nerves. The blasted bird had the gall to ruffle Cyrus's hair. My assistant brushed it off as nothing, but as a bodyguard, he should have let his guard down for even that much. When Duncan tossed his arm around Cyrus's shoulder, I just about snapped. "Damien, we're going to have to interrupt your sister's date." I warned before urging both the horses forward. Four sets of eyes widened as we approached. "Forgive the intrusion, but I request a word with the 'food taster'."
Cyrus looked up at me in surprise before shrugging Duncan's arm off and following me. I made sure we weren't too far away. I pulled out a notepad and wrote down rapidly all I needed to say before handing it over for the blonde to do the same. We alternated between keeping an eye on the group and writing on the pad.
R: You shouldn't be letting your guard down around that magician messenger, he's more dangerous than he seems.
C: I haven't let down my guard at all! I'm only pretending to have my guard down to lull them into a false sense of security!
R: Pretend any further and you really will lose your guard, not to mention be subjected to molesting.
C: What the hell are you talking about!?
--
"Is it just me, or do they look like they are writing love notes to one another?" Princess Dandelion wondered aloud.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were right..." Prince Damien replied.
"Nonsense," Duncan declared. "Sir Cy deserves someone more refined by his side, not some brute."
Dandelion sighed. "Saul, I'm afraid we have to cut our picnic short."
Prince Saul smiled, reaching over to kiss the back of the princess's hand. "If that sigh of disappointment is a sign that you regret parting from me, then I shall depart with a lighter heart." He led Duncan to their shared mount, where his own bodyguards stood guard, and waved a regal goodbye.
Damien and Dandelion looked at one another before glancing back at the two Wanderers, who were still busy with their notepad battle. The princess decided that enough was enough. "Revelin! Sir Kairos! Prince Saul has already departed!"
--
"Yes, he's been gone for the last three minutes."
"Of course, he's been gone for a while."
I raised a brow when Cyrus replied around the same time that I did. I read the last line on the notepad before placing it in my pocket with a smirk. I shouldn't have been so pleased with the last sentence, but I was. 'I have no interest in hummingbirds whatsoever,' indeed.
----
DD: We even had a little 'outsiders' point of view as well, this time. My question for you is this, should we go back to Cyrus in the next chapter, or allow Revelin to take over for a few more chapters?