Motu Proprio (The King and the Neko) - Volume HaiYin

Eight Years, A Separation

Abiumus forcefully threw the warlord Gauwill onto the inn's bed, not caring how the patrons downstairs heard the thud, if they can even hear it above the noise of bawdy voices, boisterous laughter and booze-induced drunken fistfights.

Gauwill just rolled his eyes at the pretentious lord, before laughing into the kiss he received from the said lord who followed him onto the bed.

If their respective men knew of the trysts of these two supposedly sworn enemies, they would have torn their hair out and maybe tried to open their veins with whatever blade was within reach. But these lovers were past caring about it, content with the few stolen moments they could be together while the war raged between their kingdoms. It would be oh so easy to slit each others throats at the dead of the night like this.

But only ravenous kisses peppered their throats when they get together like this. And a different sword repeatedly sheathed itself in a most welcoming heat, belying all the rage that soldiers at war should have for the enemy. Instead, it slightly colored the desperation that came with these few and far between meetings.

The candlelight softly flickered against their entwined hands, the matching rings glinting against the predominantly dark room. Gauwill's moans were buried in their shared kiss, as Abiumus kept softly thrusting into him, a far cry from their earlier frenzied movements. They had come too fast, too hard earlier, and Abiumus was making it up to him with this gentler lovemaking. Gauwill will just indulge his husband, though hard fucking for eternity is very much welcome, too.

They've been married for eight years, warring in the last four. Unfortunately, they live in a time and place that would never honor the vows they made under the cherry blossom tree in the light of a full moon, that summer night eight years ago, in the palace garden they grew up and played in. Their wedding night had been everything Gauwill had hoped for, and more, never mind how this will bring down each of their family's wrath onto their heads.

The funny twist of fate was that the people around them never knew. A week after, their secret wedded bliss was shattered when Gauwill's father stormed out of the palace with his family in tow, including a frightened Gauwill, while an ashen but resolute Abiumus stayed by his father's side as he watched Gauwill being dragged away from him.

They were sixteen.

And in all the years between, they've always managed to find each other, and in nights like these, reaffirmed the love, and the vows they've first given each other before loyalty to family and kingdom came calling. That they've stayed loyal to each other is but an extension of that call - they are each other's family after all.

"Are you okay?" Abiumus whispered, the rough hewn voice never failing to excite Gauwill. Abiumus grunted as Gauwill's reply was just to wrap his legs tighter around Abiumus' hips and draw him deeper into that eager heat.

"I could use a bit more loving," Gauwill drawled out a reply while his arms fully encircled Abiumus' neck, causing Abiumus to smirk.

They watched each other's beloved faces in the flickering light, drawing out the heat coming from their entwined loins. The heat kept building even as the candlelight was dying, the undulating pair oblivious to their surroundings and only fully aware of each other. By the time the candlelight died and finally threw the room into darkness, Gauwill's eyes were already blinded by the white hot heat that invaded him as his body climaxed in Abiumus' embrace.

He opened his eyes to a view of a clear blue sky with pristine white clouds. He realizes he is lying on a field of grass.

This brief vision of serenity is shattered as Abiumus' begrimed, tear-streaked face hovered over his, a broken voice imploring the gods to not take Gauwill's life away.