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Free Fiction: Advent 2010 – Day Eighteen

December 21, 2010

(Sorry about my tardiness once again. My massage shifts tend to just sap my energy, but I’m trying to catch up today!)

Advent 2010: Day Eighteen

Title: Surprise, Surprise
Characters: Terrill, Keegan
From: World of Egaea (WIP)
Word Count: 707
Rating: PG


Terrill let out a slow breath as he gently shut the door of King Bleidd’s chambers behind him. Two hours he had been in there, but it had only taken him five minutes to give his report on the state of the troops out on the borders of Stoyrm.

No, he hadn’t been delayed for the reason most might think. Gods, if only that had been the reason! He would gladly have given in to a more lascivious pursuit by his feral king, but the hunt had never started for Bleidd, and so it would never end for Terrill. The willing prey could never be captured so long as the predator never gave chase.

Terrill was a coward; that was the trouble. He had been a king in his own right, but, thanks to Doran’s necromantic tortures, his years as Forrin’s ruler were literally a lifetime away. He shivered at the memory of being slain, revived, and sent into the horrible madness that had always followed. Those memories made even the warmest days feel chilly. He started slowly down the hallway toward his own chambers, trying to concentrate on what had happened after all that.

When his captivity had ended, he’d decided against returning to Forrin. The kingdom had changed; it’s people had become as harsh as the landscape of the far north. He couldn’t have lived there as a subject, and he was certain they wouldn’t have welcomed him as king. He’d offered himself as a warrior in Stoyrm and tried to start over, but with Doran’s forces renewed, it was impossible to escape the shadow of his past.

Bleidd didn’t want to hear all that, though, not during their nightly talks. Those moments were not about Terrill but about Bleidd, a chance to relax and speak simply to cleanse the mind of its clutter. Usually, Terrill enjoyed the time he spent in Bleidd’s chambers, listening to details of Bleidd’s life no others were privy to. As another winter dragged on, however, he found his own spirit weakening like the trees that had lost all their leaves and were pummeled by the powerful snowstorms. Every evening was like another gust of wind that threatened to bend him to the point of breaking.

Terrill tried to ignore the Maith that passed him, obviously excited about her destination. He knew exactly where she was going and what she would be doing with Bleidd in a few minutes, and he wanted to be curled up with some hot tea in his own chambers before any cry of passion could reach his ears. He quickened his pace, all but running the rest of the distance to his rooms.

When he threw back the door, he skidded to a halt. Shock faded into joy as he took in the sight before him.

“I was wondering when you’d finally find me,” Keegan purred from his bed, already dressed in sleeping trousers and slightly rumpled from what looked to be a long wait.

Terrill didn’t even bother with a proper greeting. Instead, he rushed over to Keegan and drew his old friend and sometimes-lover into a passionate kiss that soon left them both breathless.

“You… missed me,” Keegan panted through a grin.

Terrill laughed, and used his grip on Keegan to roll them both onto the bed, stopping when Keegan lay partially atop him. “A decade since your last visit to Stoyrm, despite dozens of letters we’ve exchanged, and you sound surprised! I should spank you for your negligence.”

“You won’t be the only one who wants to by tomorrow evening.”

Terrill raised an eyebrow, and then groaned. More trade agreements. That was why Keegan had been sent from Tira. Shit. “Bleidd is going to want to tear you apart.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’ve seduced his captain of the guard, don’t you think?” Keegan chuckled, dipping down to pull him into another sweet kiss. Keegan tasted of the icy forests of the north that Terrill missed so much, and their bodies fit perfectly against one another. Keegan gently swiveled his hips, causing them to exchange soft moans in the kiss.

“Commerce can wait for tomorrow,” Terrill decreed before losing himself in his friend’s kisses and all that they promised would follow.

One Comment leave one →
  1. December 21, 2010 5:53 pm

    Poor Terrill. Centuries of fruitless hope. But Keegan was always happy to give a helping hand! 😉

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