Dawn of the Unconquered Sun (Part 8 of the Ignaius-Saga)

Spoils

His fingers caressed Variel's. He did notice, how the young man was holding him rather too tight and understood that he would have to take care of this.

"But no matter, if he let me win or not, I still intend to enjoy my price."

Vis chuckled and watched a little bit of pink color Variel's cheeks. "Yes, of course. Victory is victory, after all. Once we return to the palace, I will leave you to it, then... Unless you would like some assistance, that is." He reached over to trail the tips of his fingers over the side of Variel's neck, feeling the boy shiver beneath his touch despite the hot sun above.

"Do you think I need assitance?" Tanier retorted, clearly in jest.

He had known for a long time that he badly needed assistance with Variel and he was very happy that he had found it in Vis. Although he had a lot of time for and with Variel as he intentionally made sure they appeared side by side whenever possible he still could not look after him all the time. And for the particular kind of assistance Vis was alluding to, it was very clear to Tanier by now that despite all his shyness and blushing and constantly resurfacing bouts of guilt Variel very much enjoyed being used by other men. He just needed a lot of reinsurance that Tanier actually wanted him to enjoy it. And despite the deep possessiveness he sometimes felt for Variel, the older man indeed wanted him to enjoy it. Very much so. He never felt like Vis or now Lekal-Kayla would take anything away from him. Quite the contrary. So maybe the feeling he tried to project on Variel - that he was not just tolerating this, but actively involved in this - worked for himself as well so that he never felt excluded by anything another man had done to his lover so far. In a somewhat twisted way this even extended to the rape he had witnessed. On a certain level he had been involved even then.

Vis laughed again and lowered his hand. "Alone, then. I'm sure I can find something to entertain myself until the next time I get a turn."

"I was joking," Tanier cleared up the misunderstanding. "I like the idea of you joining us."

It had been a while since they had last enjoyed Variel together and it seemed perfect timing for it now.

Variel could feel excitement and anticipation mounting as they headed for their suite, waiting to find out exactly what the king would want as his victory prize.

The victor was not really sure yet, where to take this. He just knew that Variel was incredibly tense and he had to find a good way to deal with it. He was pretty sure that it woud eventually include fucking Variel long and hard, but the details in between were still sktechy. He felt like Variel needed a firm hand to hold and guide him - and something to do. So as soon as they entered, he started with something simple. "Bring us some wine," he ordered. Usually mundane tasks were never handed to Variel, he had more than enough servants for it. At the same time, he hardly thought about them as anything but tools. Now this was different. It was not about the wine, but about the act of serving and how they could relate to each other in performing a simple and seemingly mundane task.

He sat down and sank back against comfortable cushions, enjoying feeling pampered.

Vis did the same as Tanier, but with an exaggerated sigh of contentment as he sank back. He was watching Variel closely as the young man bowed slightly and then walked away to go retrieve a bottle of wine and three glasses. It had been some time since Vis had enjoyed Variel at all, and the display the previous morning at the temple had made him very much aware of this.

Variel returned and set the glasses down to fill them. Once Tanier and Vis had theirs, he filled the third but did not sit down to drink. He stood waiting to either be invited to sit, or to be ordered to go do something else.

Tanier sipped the wine. It was nice to see Variel waiting. There was just one detail that needed to be corrected. He looked at Variel, clearly pleased by what he saw, then he pointed out what was still wrong: "I think you are overdressed. Strip!"

Vis smiled when he heard this order and saw Variel's hands go to the buttons on his top. "And, do make a show of it, would you?" he put in, lounging a bit more with his glass of wine.

Variel wasn't one for theatrics, but he made his movements slower and deliberate so that the two could more easily watch him move. His heart was beginning to beat a little faster as he pulled away his clothing under the gaze of the two men. It didn't take long before he now stood before them completely naked, yet again waiting for orders.

Vis trailed his tongue over his top lip. "Nice."

Tanier's eyes followed Variel's every move. The display had an effect on him and he was really getting into the mood and there could be no doubt that he was pleased. At the same time he stayed in control, almost aloof, enjoying his role as a watcher.

A smile appeared on his face when he shot Vis a glance, reacting to his comment. The man was clearly asking for it.

"And now undress Vis. And make it just as nice," he ordered, yet he allowed a touch of humor - be it on Vis' expense or not - to sip into it.

Vis raised an eyebrow, but offered no protest as Variel came over to do as he was told. The Auroran man set his glass down and then put his arms up, offering Variel no other help. "Yes, it gets quite warm in such formal attire." Not that he was dressed for a formal occasion, but the king's guide and translator couldn't be seen in anything too casual while visiting local dignitaries.

Variel kept his head lowered and his expression set in concentration as he worked on relieving Vis of his clothing. After the man's torso was bare, however, he had to start working around a casually wandering hand that didn't really care he was trying to do something. By the time Vis was completely undressed, Variel was biting his lower lip as a finger teased his hole. However, once it was done, Vis took his hand back and went for his wine again, as if being undressed was thirsty work.

If Tanier had to decide, the best part was to see Variel squirm, almost as if he hated being touched, when they all knew pretty well how much he enjoyed it.

"Vis, will you do me a favor?" the king asked, but didn't wait for the answer. "Will you please take Variel to the bedroom and prepare him for me? I expect to find him tied up and ready. Feel free to stuff his ass with whatever you find most useful to stretch him nicely."

To underline his words he reached into his pocket, took out the collar and threw it to Vis.