The Dark Touch of Silver [boyxboy]

In which Anid la Sang and Taymullah Dekle's story begins

Hola~

November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) and I decided that I wanted to try writing 50,000 words in 30 days from a completely new plot and characters. Amazingly enough, I managed to squeeze out over 50,000 words in 28 days. I'm proud of myself for finishing and this story is a NaNoWriMo winner of 2010~

This is a SLASH story that has been slightly edited so it can be posted on Wattpad.

There is no graphic intercourse but has been edited a bit just in case. :)

If you're uncomfortable with male/male relationships (slash) then this story is not for you.

Anyway, on with the story~

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"And that's final." Ansell la Sang snapped as he paced in front of his youngest son. The young man winced outwardly and stubbornly pouted as his father continued. "You are an embarrassment to this family. This is the last straw." Anid la Sang inwardly rolled his eyes and pretended to actually care what he said. It was very late at night, more like early morning and the party of the season was still going on.

Instead of being there and having a drunken good time, Anid was supposed to be listening to his dull and clearly misunderstanding father rail on and on about how he's an embarrassment to the family. Well, the dark hair boy thought with as he attempted to listen, I wasn't the only one that thought it would be fun to sneak into the manor and crash the party.

"You've been nothing but trouble, why can't you be like your brothers?" Ansell's voice pierced his roaming thoughts. "Because then I would be them, Father." Anid retorted crossing his arms. "I can't be them no more than they can be me. I'll never be good enough." The stocky older man turned red, 'That is enough, and you're going with me to the markets at Sankret.' Anid's mouth fell open, "What?! No! I don't want-" The man snapped. "You are coming and learning how this family works and that's starting with going to the markets."

He straightened up and tugged at his richly embroidered coat. "We are a merchant family, we worked hard to get where we are and you should know what that's like." Anid's shoulders drooped. "But I was going to the fair this coming moon with-" Ansell shook his head in disapproval. "You are going and that is final."

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I hate this. Anid thought moodily as he stripped down to his underclothes. He washed up and dropped his clothing on the floor for his servant to pick up. "What did I do to deserve such a horrible father?" Dark hair fanned across the pillow after he flopped on his feather bed. "I didn't do anything and now I'm stuck on this stupid trip, traveling miles away from my friends." He rolled over and drifted to sleep, his dreams filled with images of roads and wagons, pretty people and flowing drinks.

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"Taymullah!" Anid shouted the next morning. He was standing in front of his wardrobe with his hands on his hips. A shorter almost feminine boy hurried in clutching a tray full of breakfast food. "Yes, Master?" The taller boy turned around, not bothered he was nude and pointed at the disheveled wardrobe. "I need my white shirt, where is it? I told you I needed it yesterday!" He snarled shoving his servant back. "I-I didn't k-know. I'll go get it." Taymullah ran off shaking and returned minutes later holding a clean white shirt by the collar and began to slip it over Anid's broad shoulders. "What else did you want to wear?" Taymullah ventured, the strange silvery hair falling over his eyes. "I'll do it myself you stupid boy. Get my meal ready."

The light haired boy hurried to comply and set out the utensils and food to Anid's exact standards before pulling out the chair for the merchant's son to sit. "I can't believe I'm stuck going on this damn trip." Anid muttered darkly stabbing viciously at the sausage on his plate; the young man had a few bites then let out a snarl and swept his food off the table into the wall, making Taymullah start in fright. "Clean that up. I'm going out." He ordered striding to the heavy oak door. Yanking it open and slamming it behind him, Taymullah silently began cleaning up the broken dishes and food. How did I find myself in this situation? He dumped the mess as best he could on the tray and brought it down to the garbage buckets that were emptied daily in the pig pen trenches. "Hello Tay, how was he?" One of the maids asked passing him as he walked from the kitchens. Taymullah only shook his silver head and blushed. "Ah, I see, I'm sorry. He's going to be horribly tempered on the caravan." He only shrugged before he headed back upstairs, feeling awkward around the young woman.