Lovers of Hyer

The Knight and the Guardian III

He was used in every way he could be used. Against a wall, legs up against his chest, or sitting on Hyer's face with his tongue deep inside. Karn had not lived hundreds of years alone but he certainly felt them in the way Hyer simply couldn't get enough of him. It was like a starving man... no, scratch that, he was staving, starving for affection, release and company. And Karn gave all that to him until he thought he couldn't give anything more - but then he gave more.

At least they didn't do everything in one go. Hyer let him rest, and even leave so that he could wash and drink at a stream a little further in the galleries. Rest was not sleep, hard as the cold ground was even when Hyer let him lay against him. Karn felt his eyes on him, growing hungrier and hungrier as time passed, until inevitable he'd feel a hand on him or hear the popping of a slit opening.

He lost track of the number of times they fucked, lost track of time itself in the ever-persistent glow of the mushrooms. It could have been hours just like it could have been days.

Ah, but the pleasure was worth it.

Karn found himself craving it more and more. He'd climb on Hyer sometimes, demanding, needy, taking his hand and pressing it to the part of his body that ached for touch. He pushed him back on the ground and took him, fucking himself so that each thrust hit that spot inside that throbbed with need. He wasn't scared of Hyer, of how overpowered he was. He never had been scared.

And he knew that they were fighting. Except that it was a different type of fight, a fight to sate each other, a fight of tongue and moans... and claws, when Hyer got too excited again and accidentally pierced Karn's skin with his. But he wasn't fighting Hyer per se, he was fighting the years alone, his seemingly bottomless desire.

And, eventually, he won.

He knew he had when he snuck his fingers inside the crotch slit and found a limp length. He looked at Hyer's face but the other had not even reacted. He seemed content to just be laying there with his eyes closed and his hands crossed over his body.

Karn insisted with his fingers until he was looked at. He put a question in his gaze, a question against those odd, mirror-like eyes.

Hyer nodded.

Karn pulled away and got up. His legs were shaking from the strain. Everything seemed to throb and protest against moving. He was bruised, raw, utterly and completely used, but he could walk.

He walked to the pedestal at the far end of the room.

The legendary sword rested on it, sheathed and wrapped in a piece of cloth. Karn picked it up. It fit right in the palm of his hand. Even in this weakened state, he could feel its power hum through him.

He looked back. Hyer was still looking at him, his face unreadable. He didn't do anything to stop him. Not even when Karn dressed again. Not even when he walked away, into the darkness of the tunnel, with his prize. As always, he was quiet.

Karn wondered what a guardian with nothing to guard became.

If his escort suspected something, they didn't even ask. They saw the sword and just cheered. Laughter and congratulations came to them easily on the way back. Karn didn't say much. Sitting on his sore ass was the worse torture.

If the king suspected anything, he didn't even ask. He congratulated Karn warmly again, ordered a feast, did a speech in his honour. Karn smiled

If the princess suspected anything, she didn't even ask. She thanked Karn from the depth of her heart, then thanked him again every time she saw him for the next two weeks. She hailed him as "my hero". Maybe she was even a little bit in love with the image she had of him, the splendid white knight that had defended her honour with his life.

Not even the bard asked. He composed a song for the occasions and assumed everything. The line "sword against sword they fought/breath against breath cavort" made Karn choke on his wine the first time he heard it, certain that he knew, but he didn't, he had no idea. How could he imagine it? How could anyone do?

He told one person, his brother, knowing that the secret wouldn't spread when shared with him. The man shook his head as he tried not to laugh.

"What?" asked Karn.

"You're telling me that, in the end, any challenges that the guardian accepted and lost... or forfeited, in this case, counted as a win?"

"I..." Karn had not thought about it that way. "I think so."

His brother laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

"What?" Karn cried.

"Brother... you could have just played chess!"