"Stay," he commanded, his voice carrying the same authority he used in the training ring. His hands traced down Sebastian's back, following the intricate patterns that marked his skin, lingering at the curve where back met ass. He took a moment to appreciate the perfect form before him, pale skin in stark contrast to his own dark green tone, lean muscle beneath his large, calloused hands. The size difference between them was striking. His broad palm spanned nearly half of Sebastian's lower back.
Sebastian braced his palms against the wall, fingers digging into the wood hard enough to leave marks. The position left him vulnerable, exposed, unable to hide behind aristocratic control.
"Tell me if it's too much." Boarstaff reached for the small jar of oil he kept by his sleeping mat. His cock hardened further at the sight before him.
"It won't be enough," Sebastian replied, challenge in his tone despite the slight tremor in his voice.
Boarstaff slicked his fingers with oil, reaching between them to prepare Sebastian. Sebastian hissed at the intrusion but pushed back against it, demanding more. Boarstaff worked him open methodically, watching as Sebastian's body accepted each finger, stretching to accommodate him.
"Now," Sebastian ordered, his composure shattered by need.
Positioning himself behind Sebastian, Boarstaff gripped his hip with one hand as he pushed forward in one slow, deliberate motion. Sebastian's back arched as he took Boarstaff's full length and girth, a strangled sound escaping him that was neither pain nor pleasure but something caught between the two.
Boarstaff held still for a moment, his own breath coming in harsh pants as Sebastian's body gripped him tightly. Then Sebastian pushed back impatiently, and any thought of restraint vanished. What passed between them wasn't gentle or diplomatic. It was raw need, fierce and primal.
Sebastian's strength remained carefully controlled even as he pushed back, meeting each thrust with equal force, demanding more, faster, harder, anything to drive away the memories of what he'd been trained to do.
Boarstaff complied, one hand gripping Sebastian's hip hard enough to bruise, the other braced against the wall. He drove into Sebastian with relentless rhythm, each thrust going deeper than the last. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the small room, punctuated by their harsh breathing. Sweat gathered atthe small of Sebastian's back, trailing down the curve of his spine. Boarstaff leaned forward to taste it, salt and something uniquely Sebastian on his tongue.
Their bodies slammed together, finding a rhythm that left them both breathless. Boarstaff lost himself in the physical sensations. The tight heat engulfed him with each thrust, the feverish warmth of Sebastian's skin beneath his palms, the slick sweat gathering between their bodies. He leaned forward to press his lips against Sebastian's shoulder, tasting salt and something uniquely Sebastian.
Sebastian responded with soft grunts and whimpers that drove Boarstaff wild, each sound urging him deeper, harder. Boarstaff's hands explored the lean muscle of Sebastian's back, the sharp angles of his hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks. The contrast between Sebastian's pale skin and his own dark green hands was intoxicating.
The room filled with the sounds of their coupling. The slap of skin against skin, harsh breathing, the creaking of the wall as Sebastian braced against it. Moonlight caught the sheen of sweat on their bodies, turning the places where they touched to liquid silver.
As tension built, Boarstaff reached around to grasp Sebastian's length, finding him hard and slick. He stroked in time with his thrusts, feeling Sebastian's immediate reaction as his body tensed and arched back against him. Sebastian's head fell back against Boarstaff’s shoulder, exposing the column of his throat, a strangled sound beginning to escape him. Boarstaff quickly moved his other hand from the wall to cover Sebastian's mouth, muffling what would have been a shout loud enough to alert the entire village.
"Let go," Boarstaff commanded against his ear, his hand firmly pressed over Sebastian's lips.
Sebastian obeyed, his release hitting him with violent intensity. He spilled hot and wet over Boarstaff's hand, his body clenching around Boarstaff as he shuddered through his climax. His muffled cry vibrated against Boarstaff's palm, the sound almost undoing Boarstaff completely. The sensation of Sebastian coming apart in his hands pushed Boarstaff over the edge. He drove deep one final time, pressing his forehead hard against Sebastian's upper back to stay silent as his own release tore through him, filling Sebastian completely.
For several heartbeats, they remained joined, neither willing to break the connection that had formed between them. Then Boarstaff felt it, a subtle tremor running through Sebastian's body that had nothing to do with physical release.
He turned Sebastian to face him, surprised by what he saw. Sebastian's expression held a vulnerability Boarstaff had never witnessed before… raw and unguarded. For a moment, it seemed all his centuries of training had fallen away, leaving something more authentic in its place. The sight touched something deep in Boarstaff's chest, a protective instinct that had nothing to do with duty or leadership.
"Sebastian," Boarstaff whispered, raising a hand to cup the vampire's face.
Sebastian tried to turn away, his body tense in a way Boarstaff hadn't seen before. "I should go," he said, voice unsteady, clearly uncomfortable with whatever was happening within him.
Without hesitation, Boarstaff pulled him close, arms wrapping around Sebastian's trembling form. Not with desire, but with simple comfort. One hand moved to the back of Sebastian's neck, steadying him, the other tracing slow circles on his lower back. The shift from fierce intensity to tender care felt as natural as breathing.
"It's alright," Boarstaff murmured, the words meant for Sebastian alone. "I've got you."
For a moment, Sebastian remained rigid in his arms, fighting against whatever he was feeling. Then, with a shuddering exhale, he allowed himself to lean into Boarstaff's embrace, his shoulders continuing to tremble slightly.
"I wish I didn't remember," Sebastian whispered, the words barely audible even in the silence of the room.
Boarstaff held him through it, offering nothing but steady presence. Whether it was aftermath of the day's demonstrations or simply the release of long-suppressed emotion didn't matter. What mattered was that Boarstaff didn't let go.
They moved to the sleeping mat eventually, Sebastian's trembling gradually subsiding. Boarstaff pulled him close, Sebastian's head resting on his chest. The room smelled of sweat and sex, with the subtle aroma of the herbs Boarstaff kept near his bed.
"I didn't expect that reaction," Sebastian said finally, voice low but steady again. His fingers traced a battle scar on Boarstaff's chest.
"You needed it. That's all that matters." Boarstaff ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair, marveling at the softness of it, at how such tenderness could exist in the same body capable of such deadly precision.
"Is this what it's like for your people?" Sebastian asked, the question almost hesitant. "This... afterward?"
Boarstaff considered his answer carefully. "Sometimes. Not always." His hand continued its gentle path through Sebastian's hair. "It depends on what's between the people. What they mean to each other."
