Lovers of Hyer

The Knight and the Guardian II

The knight pulled out his sword. The sound reverberated on the walls, breaking the silence of the crypt. Hyer's scales fluttered as he tensed, preparing for combat.

Karn threw his sword on the ground.

Then came the belt with its sheath, his helm, his armour plate. Hyer did not move a single muscle as he watched, a statue with eyes that observed. Layer after layer, Karn peeled his covering away until he was standing in nothing but his breeches. When that was done, he stood proudly, as a knight should. Even if his heart, traitorous, was fluttering with anticipation.

Hyer undid his own sword belt and threw it to the side as well. His face, as always, remained unmoved – except for a glint in his eye that said it all.

The full realisation of what he had done – of what they were about to do – hit Karn in full the moment where the creature came closer. This wasn't like the secret loves he had taken in the past. Hyer was twice as tall as him and he had no more clothes to take off; he was made of spikes and metal, sharp and unforgiving.

And claws. He had never noticed the claws until the guardian's hand held him by the chin to look up at him and they pushed against his skin, sharp tips like needles. Their eyes met. Hyer's were green, but that was because of the light. They were like mirrors. Karn looked into them as the creature leaned in, closer, until the colours of his own face were reflected back at him, until their breath mingled.

There was a sound deep in the back of Hyer's throat and all the flaps on his body – that Karn had never realised were flaps – closed at once, smoothening his silhouette. The human pulled away to look at the creature and was allowed to do so by the latter.

It was as if Hyer had just gotten naked as well, for it was the first time Karn saw his true shape. The scales, so sharp before that, imbricated each other perfectly and moulded the slim but powerful body beneath them. He was wide at the shoulders but narrow at the hips. Karn wanted to follow the lines of his body with a finger, then touch him with his palm, feel for himself the inviting smoothness of warm, polished metal.

He was touched first. Hyer grabbed him under the arms and lifted him only to lay him down, on the ground. Karn felt a slight edge of panic when he felt his feet leave the ground: he knew that the guardian was strong, but there was a difference between being strong and being able to carry him. At any time during their fight, Hyer could have delivered a hit that could have sent Karn flying, but he had not.

Although fighting was obviously not on their mind at the moment. Karn's legs were resting over Hyer's thighs, spread wide, exposing more of him than before. The floor was cool against his back. He wished for some sort of bed, but there were none around; Hyer never slept after all. He would have to make do and hope that the other wouldn't be too rough on him.

He looked at the creature above him, the curves of his body and his perfect mask-like face. The creature still seemed hesitant about it all, not daring to make the first move. Karn reached up to him, to his neck, and the other leaned into the reach, lower, until their breath mixed again. He ran his hands over the guardian's back, learning that his skin only looked like metal: it was firm and warm, harder than flesh but flesh nevertheless. He found a slit there, crease with two flaps shutting it tight. When he tried to press into it, Hyer pulled away from him. Maybe it was painful. So Karn pulled his hands away, to stroke his cheeks. Hyer was soft, his face warm, a lot warmer than what Karn had expected.

Their lips met and parted against each other. Karn expected a kiss like he had shared so many others and was not prepared for what came next: Hyer's tongue was flexible, thick, and very long. It pressed into the knight's mouth, coiling around Karn's, slipped around his palate, and yet it kept coming, stuffing him full. He even teasing the back of his throat with the possibility of venturing further. Karn whimpered. Hyer heard him and pulled back, leaving him oddly empty.