Marius nodded, swallowing, madly in love, and Kyle leant down, his mouth roaming his body, kissing his pain away. He glided it down to Marius’ erection, slowly pushing him into his mouth, making him gasp and close his eyes. He sucked him slowly, to the hilt, licking his way up. “So... how does it feel?”
Marius grinned, breathing hard. “Divine...”
“Good...”
He continued until he felt him tense, his moans louder, feeling him lose it and fill his mouth, sobbing at the blinding pleasure and Kyle swallowed it all, gently licking him off, sliding up his body.
“I think you should sleep now, and I’ll wash our clothes and cook.”
Marius didn’t object, and he closed his eyes, soon sound asleep.
The cave was warm around the pool and the fire, so Kyle washed their clothes out, laying them out to dry near the flames. He proceeded to roast the rodents he had caught earlier in the morning, his eyes in the flames, sitting close to Marius’ head, the Roman’s face peaceful at last, his lips parted, those familiar features Kyle loved and had dreaded at the same time.
His fingers just gently traced his silky black hair, not wanting to wake him, musing on how close they had been to his death. The thought was unbearable to Kyle, and he swore to get him home safe, even if he knew that they were utterly lost in these savage lands, chased probably... a soft quiet settled in the semi-dark cave, the sun probably setting and he gathered the rodents’ fat in his iron pot, waiting for them to cook. That fat would be useful soon to make lamps, or so he hoped.
Maybe they could camp the winter out here, after all, they were deep into the mountains, probably too far from those barbarians already. He thought of hiding the entrance to the cave, his mind racing, maybe walling it up if there would be enough snow. The meat sizzled on the sticks and his mouth watered. He was hungry but hadn’t realized it, having walled it up, feeding Marius first to the brim, eating what he’d left... sometimes just scraps. Marius needed it more though, his body still too weak and his mind... Kyle’s eyes drifted to his face again.They hadn’t broken him completely, but it had been close... so close...
Marius’ eyes fluttered open, and Kyle smiled down at him. “Hungry?”
Marius’ head swam. The water had sapped his strength away, his aching muscles healing, but he nodded, feeling incredibly weak. Kyle pushed him up to sit, holding him until he found his balance.
“I’m fine...”
They huddled near the fire on the bearskin, and Kyle turned their clothes over. He took the rodents off the flames and handed a stick full of them to Marius, taking the other one. They ate heartily; the meat burning their mouths and tongues.
“We’ll camp here for a while... maybe until the weather is better?”
Marius nodded, the mere thought of moving making dizzy.
Kyle handed him the water pouch. “I’ll hunt until you feel strong enough to join me and then we’ll leave. When you are healed, find our way back home.”
Marius watched him with mild eyes. “You sound awfully confident...”
Kyle shrugged, smiling. “We are lost... I’m just trying to be optimistic.” He looked around, his eyes shining. “I still can’t believe our luck...”
His boyish enthusiasm warmed Marius’ heart, and he reached for him, pulling him down on the bearskin, just holding him, his black hair falling into his eyes, framing his face, untamed. It had grown and Kyle’s hands snaked into the silky strands, pulling him into a kiss, minding his wound.
XIX
Theyhadsettledwellin the cave, Kyle gathering supplies and hunting, killing sleeping bears in their caves for their fur.
A thick snow had covered the landscape after a few weeks, and they were undisturbed, walled up sometimes for days. It didn’t matter, safe in the warm cave, the entrance covered in snow; they were invisible, staying in each other’s arms for days sometimes, making love, Marius strength coming back slowly.
Kyle pushed Marius’ limits sometimes, making him wrestle him, slowly pushing him around mentally, making him feel stronger, making him want to dominate. He was worried as he had become mellow, a slow fear in Marius to hurt him, and Kyle craved the darker side of him, a stronger man who took what he wanted. Marius was still tearful sometimes, waking from nightmares when Kyle soothed him, knowing all too well those dark hours of the night when he had also woken in cold sweat, screaming... but there was nobody to help him then, if anything, he got beaten into silence.
One day he came back from hunting, flunking a small deer down, out of breath, when Marius laced his arms around him from behind, his mouth on his neck. “I missed you...”
Shivers ran down Kyle’s spine, but he pretended to not be in the mood, and pushed at him. “Let me go... I need to skin this deer...”
Marius held him tighter, growling. “It can wait...”
It thrilled Kyle that he would not let him go straight away, and he pushed further, wriggling in Marius' arms. “Let me go, you big bully...”
Marius spun him around, clutching him to his chest. Kyle felt how strong he had become again, and his heart beat faster, looking up into his blue eyes, his jet-black hair flowing around his face, his lips curled into a small smile.
“Bully? That’s new.” He kissed him firmly, pushing his tongue in, but Kyle yanked his mouth away, and Marius’ eyes darkened, his lips parting.
He grabbed Kyle’s neck and held tight, his hand in his hair, pushing his lips apart. Kyle mewled in his mouth, still fighting, but he gave in when he felt he would not let go.
