Hey everyone! Just warning you all ahead of time, this gets pretty steamy. If you're not into that, you can skip this, but you will miss a small part of the plot.
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Pau struggled to keep his eyes open as he skidded back on the wet ground. Everything below his knees was covered in mud, making his ankles feel heavy. He slowly stood up, leaning on his sword for support. He stared into the royal soldier's eyes, which gave him a condescending glare as he pulled his sword out of the ground. Although he could already feel blood from the fresh wound on his cheek dripping down his face, mixed with the pouring rain, he held up his blade and charged at his opponent. He shut his eyes against the wind as he sent his blade through the enemy's chest. He cringed as he twisted the handle, soon feeling the royal soldier fall limp.
Pau sighed and looked around, retrieving his sword from the royal soldier's body. He brought his hand up to the side of his face, which felt warm and wet at the touch. He looked at his hand, only to find his fingertips were soaking with a thick red liquid.
The last thing he heard before collapsing into unconsciousness was a victory call.
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The medical tent, the mercenary thought. That's where I am, right? No doubt it's Pat's.
His eyes slowly opened to the gentle light of dawn. He groaned at the pain that pulsed through his body, causing him to close his eyes once again.
The faintest memory of what had happened the night before caused him to bring his hand up, although it ached horribly.
His cheek was heavily bandaged.
He had fallen in battle. That's why he was here.
Pau quickly froze and closed his eyes when he heard Pat enter the tent with a sigh.
Although he couldn't see Pat's face, he could sense his concern. "You're still not awake..." He tried to stay completely still as he heard Pat approach his bedside. He could hear the cleric's gentle breathing, which gave him an odd sense of security.
The mercenary wasn't expecting what happened next. He felt a gentle touch on his face, right on the bandages. "Looks like the bleeding stopped," Pat observed as he lightly rubbed the bandages with his thumb. "I hope nothing got infected."
He heard the medic laugh softly. "I don't think I ever finished checking for other wounds since I was so occupied with your cheek. Jaeger said he would send someone else in, but... just in case..."
Pau had to force himself not to gasp when he felt a rush of cold hit his lower torso. Pat has lifted up his shirt, and he soon felt the foreign man's soft touch on his side.
The mercenary couldn't stop his face from heating up as Pat gently ran his fingers across his bruised stomach. He subtly let his head fall to the side in attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. He felt his muscles tense when the touch rose to his chest, causing Pat to take his hand away. Pau hated himself for being disappointed.
Pat hummed in curiosity, setting his hand dangerously close to Pau's pelvis. Pau had to bite his tongue when he touched one of the bruises. The touch was light, and the sensitivity of the spot made it feel, at the very least...
Amazing.
Suddenly, the touch was gone. He heard Pat gasp, causing him to open his eyes. He opened them slowly and turned his head to look at him, only to find that Pat wore a shocked, almost horrified expression.
It was then when the mercenary noticed that his pants were feeling increasingly tighter.
Oh no.
Oh NO.
"Oh my goodness," Pau stammered, quickly sitting up. "I'm so sorry, Pat, I didn't mean-"
"I need to go," Pat stated, cutting him off.
The cleric quickly left the tent, leaving Pau all alone. He opened his mouth to call after him, but gave up immediately.
Pau groaned, burying his face in his hands.
I messed up.
I messed everything up.
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This is so bad lmao
I have mixed feelings about this chapter. It was fun to write, but it was also incredibly painful. Either way, I hope you all enjoyed this steamy nonsense. The shit I do for you guys...
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Bound by a Blade (PauPat)
Fanfiction*Cover by my good friend, Jonathan-Eggerton* Times are hard in the Kingdom of Dalywen. Under the rule of the cold hearted King Magnus, more and more citizens are falling into poverty and being forced to resort to thievery to survive. As the harshe...