Hexblade's Charm

Thanksgiving, Part 2

Finally, the fog became clearer, and in front of Hexi, a massive stone structure, jagged and gothic in style, started showing up through the misty air.

A mansion. There was no way around it. But Hexi quickly went through the turns he had taken in the maze before in his mind: this could very well be the centre. Maybe this was his chance to escape with the maces (and some lusty thoughts, but nobody would know that but him and Lyriel...).

There was no choice; he had to go inside. The tall, dark wooden doors loomed over him as he cautiously stepped into the hall behind, his sword flashing up again in his hand.

The room he entered was just one, large hall with no doors; high gothic windows in stained glass; a chandelier and countless flickering torches illuminated skulls and candy symbols carved into the dark wooden walls; the floors were black marble, polished to perfection; and in the back of the room, the only piece of furniture – a gigantic ebon four-poster bed with a canopy the the colour of a blood orange.

"What the fuck? What is this here for?", he murmured to himself.

The sound of the tall doors snapping shut made him whirl around. There stood the Mad King, still in his human form, still looking as beat and bloodied as Hexi was from their previous fight. Still with a large, sadistic grin on his handsome face.

"Gods. And I thought you were smart." He waved his hand nonchalantly and the hexblade poofed out of existence.

"This is my realm, Heximander. I'm in charge here." He stepped closer, and suddenly he held out his hand in an... inviting manner?

"But before I do with you as I please. Care for a dance?"

Hexi growled, took the hand, and pulled the Mad King towards him with one, swift motion. "I am not here to dance", he whispered, their faces as close as before. "I am here for my friend's maces."

Oswald's fingers creeped up to Hexi's face, tracing the jawline. The thumb gently stroking his lower lip. Hexi felt, against his better judgement, a tingle of excitement warm his entire body at the touch.

"You are in my maze, and there is no mace as long as I say so, Mr. A-Mace-ing. Dance with me."

Hexi couldn't stop himself, he gave in to the seductive invitation and when ghostly music began to fill the hall, he pulled Oswald's body close to his and they swung around on the black marble floor.

Their eyes were locked onto each other. Oswald's lips curled up in a satisfied grin. His arm slowly snuck down Hexi's still naked chest to his waist, pressing down a little more than he had to through the fabric.

Fuck this. Fuck him, Hexi decided. Nobody has to know about this. The next time he turned the Mad King out in a spin and pulled him back in, he attempted to press against him, but Oswald cackled and stepped past him, letting Hexi stumble for a second before he found his footing.

"You know why doggies like you don't make good dancers? They have two left feet."

Now Hexi was on fire. He would show this guy! If he wanted to mess with Heximander the Charm, he'd get what he bargained for. This time, he didn't even spin Oswald, but just grabbed him by the hips and pressed his slender body against his own.

Time seemed to suddenly slow down. Both of them were breathing heavily. They could feel the heat of each other's bodies. Hexi felt something press against his pants, and he chuckled as he saw sudden flames of desire light up Oswald's black eyes.

"It's hot in here", Oswald whispered, locking eyes with determination.

"Then shut your mouth, pumpkin."

Hexi gently laid his forehead against the Mad King's. Eyes sparkling red with mischief. Held his handsome pale face with both hands. Slowly, very gently, he brushed his lips against Oswald's cheeks. Traced kisses down until he met his cool, soft lips. Just the hint of a touch.

"Now you're just teasing me", Oswald whispered. He closed his eyes and – was there actually a blush creeping up into those pale cheeks?

"I like teasing." He could feel Oswald's hands gliding up and down his bare back, stroking his skin softly, and the pressure against his pants became harder – from both sides. Suddenly, Oswald dug his nails into Hexi's back, and the sudden pain led to a flush of passion, and their lips met at last in a kiss that was hot, and demanding, and desperate.

Hexi was dimly aware, through the lust that had taken over, that they were both getting undressed. Their naked bodies clung to each other, both of them so hard, as Oswald pushed Hexi onto the gigantic bed and kneeled on top of him.

"You are going to have your way with me as I please tonight", the Mad King purred and purposefully poked one of Hexi's bruises as his hand ran down to grasp the hard cock pressing against his crotch. Hexi growled in pain and lust. "You're a fucking sociopath."

"If you didn't like it", Oswald sang in his ear, "you wouldn't be here right now."

Hexi grabbed the Mad King's shoulders and flung him around so he was sitting on top. Hungrily, he kissed his neck, his chest, his cock. He came back up to catch Oswald's wrists and press them into the cushions next to his head.

He purred: "I admit it. A little pain can be exciting sometimes, too." He dug his fingernails into Oswald's wrists and rubbed slowly against him. Both of them were dripping by now.

"Get. On. Your. Back."

"Finally you're seeing sense", Oswald growled with a grin. Hexi released his wrists so he could turn, and the Mad King gleefully presented himself to him.

He was entered first carefully, then with all the ferocity and lust they had built up in this entire insane encounter, and the heat caught onto both of them with a passion that sought its equal... And when, almost an hour later, the Mad King's delicious desire was finally fulfilled, he cried out so loud in his relief and satisfaction that he never noticed Hexi quietly weaving a little, binding curse – until exhaustion faded from both of their scratched, beaten bodies, and Hexi, weaving his little cleaning spell, stood up with shaking legs. He got back into his pants and boots when the Mad King realised he was tied up.

"What is this? What are you doing?" Hexi lazily flicked his wrist and Oswald got slammed into the cushions as his body was forcefully turned onto his back, so they could look into each other's eyes.

"You thought you were the only one who had control in the Mists?", Hexi said grimly. "Honey, I'm from here. You figure out the rest."

And with a swwwosh of green and golden energy, Padraig's maces suddenly appeared on the bed, dangerously close to the Mad King's crotch. Hexi picked them up and planted one last teasing kiss on the other man's cock.

"It's time for me to leave."

"What kind of pet do you think you are, trying to keep track of time? A watch dog?" Oswald struggled weakly, but he was too exhausted for the time being to escape his bonds.

"Awww." Hexi one again climbed up on top of him and motioned as if he wanted to kiss him; when the Mad King strained forward against his bonds to meet his lips, he drew back and laughed. "You know what kind of candy you would be if you were candy, right now, looking so upset?" He tapped the Mad King's nose. "A frownie."

With that, he jumped up from the bed and a swirling portal appeared in the middle of the room.

"Hold on!", the Mad King screamed angrily, "you're cheating! This was not the plan!"

"I'm no cheetah."

"You're lion!"

Hexi laughed. "Back to Lion's Arch it is! See you in time for our duel!"

And with that, he stepped through the portal.

"When did you get those back?", Padraig asked with suspicion in his eyes as Hexi cheerfully handed him the maces back that evening.

"Oh, on Thanksgiving", Hexi replied nonchalantly.

"What's that?"

"Let's just say – there was pumpkin cream pie on the menu..."