Bound by a Blade (PauPat)

Chapter Fifteen - Final Preparations

Eight months have passed since Pau Van der Velde was tasked with leading a direct invasion of the castle.

"Maybe we could find a back entrance? No, that would never work, our spies didn't find anything like that..."

Pau groaned loudly and repeatedly hit his forehead against the paper-covered desk. "Why does this have to be so confusing...?!"

The young man froze with his head on his desk when he heard the sound of the tent's makeshift door being pulled open. "Knock knock?" He smiled when he heard the gentle voice of his lover.

"Sorry I haven't been around much," he sighed, sitting upright. "It's just-"

"We're marching in one month and you have to finish the preparations," Pat went over and stood behind his lover and began organizing and tidying his hair. "Gods, Pau, you're an absolute mess."

Pau laughed softly and leaned back in his chair, a charming lazy smile on his face. "Wow, thanks. That's what every man wants to hear."

"Maybe not, my love, but it's what messy men need to hear." Both of them were sent into laughter as Pau leaned his head back. Pat smiled and continued running his hands through Pau's hair.

The swordsman's smile turned into a lovestruck gaze, his mouth ever so slightly agape. "You look so good right now."

Pat blushed. "Well, I always try to look more dashing than usual when I'm with you."

"More than usual? Don't give yourself that much credit."

Pat scoffed and yanked on Pau's hair. "Why, I never!"

Pau laughed loudly. "Hey, I was kidding! Cut it out, that hurts!"

Pat smiled smugly and let go of Pau's hair. "That's what I thought."

Pau slowly stood up, managing to peel himself away from his work for the first time in days. He rubbed his tired eyes before gently wrapping his arms around Pat's waist. "Take off these damn robes, you must be overheating."

Pat smirked. "Why don't you take them off for me?"

Pau raised his eyebrows slightly. "My my, how daring of you." With that, the taller man pulled off the soft cloth that held the robes in place, then untied the strings holding them together. The robes came off easily after that, revealing his simple white shirt and brown pants he wore underneath.

The cleric ran his hand through Pau's hair, desire gleaming in his eyes. "Your turn, love," he prompted, gently pulling at the swordsman's belt.

Pau was quiet for a few moments before he tilted his head with confusion. "I'm... not wearing any robes though."

Pat's expression went blank. "... I must say, I've never been with a commoner this oblivious."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!"

Pat shushed him and continued running his hands through his lover's messy hair. "You're not very experienced, are you?"

Pau's face went red. "Uh... no."

The foreign boy smirked, carefully untucking Pau's tunic from under his belt. "Luckily for you, I wasn't always as pure and innocent as my parents wanted me to be. So I can help you out with anything."

A lovestruck smile made its way onto Pau's face. "O-Okay," he stammered.

"Good," Pat purred seductively. "Now, I'm going to lean back over the table. I want you to grab my shoulders and push me down on top of it."