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poisonangelTitle: The Camping Trip
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Characters/Pairings: Young!Gwendal/Dan Hiri
Word Count: 2,146
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Incest by marriage
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kkm_challenge. Prompt: Quote
The day started with bad omen birds and went downhill from there. Their incessant crowing woke him an hour before he needed to be awake.
When he arrived at the baths, he found the steam vents were broken, and the water was as crisp as an outdoor pond in the fall. Then he misplaced his comb, so when he ran into Anissina she gave him a firm jab followed by a lecture on appropriate grooming for an heir.
At breakfast he was served scrambled eggs, which was perfect because he hated scrambled eggs. There was something about the odd, springy consistency he just didn’t trust. He pushed them around his plate while the others prattled on about the day’s events.
“Gwendal, darling.”
He had learned to tune them out almost completely.
“Oh, Gwendal~”
It made meals and government functions less tiresome. So, Cheri had to lean across the table, calling his name to get his attention. “Yoohoo, Gwendal sweetheart” Her dress was not designed for such things. Of course Gwendal had the decency not to look, not that he’d want to look at his mother. He did notice Dan Hiri had a lecherous grin on his face though. The man was a pervert, and generally no good. He could not understand what his mother saw in him or why the Shinou had blessed their union.
At least his half brother seemed decent enough for a child.
“Yes, mother?”
“I was just saying that all the arrangements have been made, so you don’t even need to worry about packing unless you have a special book or pillow or nightie you’d like to take!”
Gwendal’s cheeks flushed at the idea of having a special nightie. “I have no such things!”
He replied rather rudely, but his mother’s face was ever the picture of cheerfulness. “Wonderful, then you can leave right after breakfast!”
“Leave?” He looked suspicious. Clearly, he’d missed something important. “Leave for where?”
“Why, for your camping trip, silly! Dan Hiri will be taking you. Oh, you’ll both have such fun! I’m jealous!” She gave her husband a pouting look. “Maybe I should go too.”
“We’d love to have you, but you know we intend to fish for our food and sleep outside, right?”
“Oh, that’s right! I have an important social engagement! But I’m still jealous. You’ll have to make it up to me when you return.” She leaned toward him for a kiss, but when she opened her eyes she was approaching thin air and her husband was leaning forward to focus on Gwendal.
“Make sure you bring your sword. We can get some sparring practice in after we lay siege to those fish.”
“Absolutely not!”
“Don’t worry. I think with a little practice you’ll be able to defeat the fish,” he joked jovially.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Oh, of course you are, Gwendal. I’ve had this arranged for weeks.”
“Weeks?! Then why is this the first I’m hearing of it?”
“Well, maybe it was days. At any rate, I’m sure I mentioned it. Maybe you were daydreaming like you always do.”
He pursed his lips tightly. His mother had a peculiar way of stripping the masculinity from everything. And of course, once her mind was set on something there was no deterring her. He’d have to suffer through this pointless bonding ritual, but he would not enjoy it!
***
There were plenty of trails through the woodlands, so naturally the human had chosen the most troublesome. Their horses were little more than a memory now after they had left them in a clearing over three hours ago. The terrain was too steep and jagged for their hooves, but apparently it was just right for the man who merrily marched ahead of him, singing lewd drinking songs all the while.
Gwendal silently traversed the hillside behind him, mentally grumbling about the other man’s endless supply of energy.
He had just decided to sleep with ear plugs firmly in place despite the potential dangers when the loose ground beneath his boot gave way. Becoming unbalanced with the heavy pack strapped to his back he tipped backwards. His body tensed even as he tried to tell himself to go limp. He would probably end up rolling for a while if a tree or boulder didn’t stop him first.
But the point quickly grew moot as he felt strong arms pull him against a warm body, keeping him upright.
“Careful there. That’s no way to get back down. Besides, we’ve almost reached the campsite.”
Gwendal’s cheeks burned as he pushed away from the other man, very nearly sending him back to where he began, but Dan Hiri had a tight grip on his wrist. “Come on, Gwendal. I’ll hold your hand if I have to.”
His feet betrayed him by following along after the younger man with the older appearance. “I don’t need your help!”
“You’re welcome.”
***
The sun was already dipping behind the tree line, casting long, distorted shadows across the campsite.
“So, what kind of kisser is that redhead of yours?”
Gwendal’s eyes widened in disbelief. What was wrong with their uncomfortable silence that he had to go breaking it for something like that? “She is a noble!”
“Sometimes the nobles are the best kissers. I should know.”
Dark eyes narrowed at the human, hoping to teach him that such a line of conversation was unwelcome.
“Your mother is the best kisser I’ve ever known. She does this thing with her—”
“ENOUGH!”
Even the animals in the surrounding woods grew quiet for a moment and the breeze had come to a halt, giving the leaves no reason to tremble.
“I bet she’s a little rough on you, but I think you like that or you wouldn’t have put up with it this long.” There was a twinkle in his eye as he sipped from a worn canister.
Gwendal went back to glaring at him so Dan Hiri offered him a drink. “Go ahead. Your mother wouldn’t approve, but it will put hair on your chest.”
He flung his head to the side, refusing to even look at the drink. “What makes you think I want a chest like yours?”
“No? Hmm, well, I’ve noticed you watching me train in the mornings. I just thought maybe you were admiring it as something you might grow into one day.” The human smiled and stood and disappeared into the woods before Gwendal could formulate a reply.
***
Gwendal waited for an hour for Dan Hiri to return. He had cleared away their utensils and wrapped the food tightly to prevent animals from seeking them out. He had even prepared their beds for the night. They didn’t have a tent, so it was just a matter of preparing the ground. Luckily, being tied to Earth elements meant he could easily resurface the area as he saw fit.
He left Dan Hiri’s space just a little lumpy. The man seemed to thrive on conflict and adversity after all. He’d probably prefer it that way.
But when his mother’s new husband didn’t return he decided he’d go out in search of him. I was dark, but the moonlight sprinkled light down through the canopy, giving him just enough illumination to keep prevent doing some kind of injury to himself. The trees and vegetation thickened as he continued and he could hear the sound of running water ahead. Approaching the edge he saw a stream reflecting brightly. It was actually quite pretty.
He moved to the edge and reached down to feel the water. To his surprise it was warmer than his bath earlier that morning. There had to be a hot spring feeding into the water somewhere nearby, but he had little time to ponder that line of thinking when his ears caught the sound of something wading closer. He jerked back, suddenly alert only to find Dan Hiri smiling at him, topless, and waist deep in the water.
“I was wondering when you were going to join me. This is the best place for a swim. It relaxes the muscles and invigorates the mind!”
“I’m not interested,” the dark haired youth replied flatly.
“You looked plenty interested a minute ago. Come on.”
“No.”
“Suit yourself.” He turned a little but then dragged his arm through the water, creating a wave that he coaxed in the Mazoku’s direction. Gwendal moved back, but not in time to avoid being splashed. “No reason to avoid it now. You’re already all wet, boy.”
“I am not a boy!” He said definitely as he angrily pulled his shirt over his head and turned to slide his pants down to the ground. He left his royal underwear on for modesty’s sake even though he was sure the human would heckle his decision.
“Feeling shy?”
Gwendal waded into the water, at least having the satisfaction of knowing he anticipated the taunt. Though it did little to ease his bruised ego.
Dan Hiri moved closer and as more of his hips were exposed and the moon shone down into the crystal clear water it became quite evident that he had not been concerned with modesty.
Gwendal also gleaned some idea of why his mother had chosen such a beast as her mate, temporary as it would be. He had heard others talking about those very reasons and it had always infuriated him. He could feel his anger building and without meaning too the soft sand beneath their feet began to churn uneasily.
“Something wrong, boy?”
“Something is very wrong. My mother never should have married you.”
Dan Hiri reached out and smacked Gwendal’s face. If he’d been a noble he would have been proposing. But the nobility of the Weller line was intrinsic rather than political at least in recent generations. “You’ll watch your tongue, or I’ll watch it for you.”
Gwendal reached up with a dripping hand and touched the stung cheek in surprise. The night was very quiet around them once again before he parted his lips. “….What is that even supposed to mean?”
Dan Hiri’s expression flipped like a switch from cross to jovial as he let out a laugh. “I wish I knew. My father used to say it all the time.”
“That’s no reason to say it.”
“Maybe not.”
The human stepped closer and Gwendal looked startled. “What are you doing?” He tried to sound demanding, but there was an undercurrent of anxiety in his tone.
“Just shut up for a minute already, boy.” The larger hand was placed at the smaller man’s bare shoulder, bringing him forward. Gwendal, much to his own surprise, did not resist. “Cheri’s afraid you won’t learn to be a man without your father around.” Dan Hiri’s other hand grazed over the hairless chest, finding the definition in the developing body of a young man on the brink of more responsibility than any one man should hold.
“I told her you were already a man, but she insisted.” His hand dipped below the warm water’s surface, still gliding against wet skin. Gwendal’s heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear the man’s voice. “I told her you won’t ever see me as your father. You’re too old for that.”
He found his grip, gently pulling his hand over the loose skin. “But just for tonight, Gwendal, if you want, you can call me Daddy.”
The young Mazoku felt himself moan despite his efforts not to as a hot mouth was pressed to his, tasting of whiskey and salt and dust. He widened his stance to give the strong hand better access to maneuver.
Gwendal’s lungs were burning as they struggled for air between the kiss and the excitement.
Dan Hiri’s hand moved faster causing the water to slosh noisily between their bodies. Gwendal’s hips began to thrust into the motion and he made a desperate grunting sound each time.
His novice body couldn’t last long under the pleasurable torment. With another thrust he collapsed against the broad chest.
***
Gwendal awoke with a gasp, dry, that is almost dry, and flat on his back. His eyes took in his surroundings in alarm. Hadn’t he just been in the lake?
Turning his eyes landed upon a smirking Dan Hiri who was poking at their campfire. “Sounds like you had a pretty good dream. That redhead must be spunkier than I thought.”
The human threw him a towel. “You might want to get cleaned up. And don’t worry this is just between you and me and a few of my drinking buddies.” He gave Gwendal a little wink, expecting an inflamed retort.
He was a little surprised when Gwendal just turned away quietly, but he shrugged it off and it wasn’t long before he was snoring. The prince, on the other hand, was fairly certain he never wanted to fall asleep again.
Author:
poisonangel7Characters/Pairings: Young!Gwendal/Dan Hiri
Word Count: 2,146
Rating: R
Any Warnings: Incest by marriage
Author's Note: Written for round 9 at
kkm_challenge. Prompt: QuoteThe day started with bad omen birds and went downhill from there. Their incessant crowing woke him an hour before he needed to be awake.
When he arrived at the baths, he found the steam vents were broken, and the water was as crisp as an outdoor pond in the fall. Then he misplaced his comb, so when he ran into Anissina she gave him a firm jab followed by a lecture on appropriate grooming for an heir.
At breakfast he was served scrambled eggs, which was perfect because he hated scrambled eggs. There was something about the odd, springy consistency he just didn’t trust. He pushed them around his plate while the others prattled on about the day’s events.
“Gwendal, darling.”
He had learned to tune them out almost completely.
“Oh, Gwendal~”
It made meals and government functions less tiresome. So, Cheri had to lean across the table, calling his name to get his attention. “Yoohoo, Gwendal sweetheart” Her dress was not designed for such things. Of course Gwendal had the decency not to look, not that he’d want to look at his mother. He did notice Dan Hiri had a lecherous grin on his face though. The man was a pervert, and generally no good. He could not understand what his mother saw in him or why the Shinou had blessed their union.
At least his half brother seemed decent enough for a child.
“Yes, mother?”
“I was just saying that all the arrangements have been made, so you don’t even need to worry about packing unless you have a special book or pillow or nightie you’d like to take!”
Gwendal’s cheeks flushed at the idea of having a special nightie. “I have no such things!”
He replied rather rudely, but his mother’s face was ever the picture of cheerfulness. “Wonderful, then you can leave right after breakfast!”
“Leave?” He looked suspicious. Clearly, he’d missed something important. “Leave for where?”
“Why, for your camping trip, silly! Dan Hiri will be taking you. Oh, you’ll both have such fun! I’m jealous!” She gave her husband a pouting look. “Maybe I should go too.”
“We’d love to have you, but you know we intend to fish for our food and sleep outside, right?”
“Oh, that’s right! I have an important social engagement! But I’m still jealous. You’ll have to make it up to me when you return.” She leaned toward him for a kiss, but when she opened her eyes she was approaching thin air and her husband was leaning forward to focus on Gwendal.
“Make sure you bring your sword. We can get some sparring practice in after we lay siege to those fish.”
“Absolutely not!”
“Don’t worry. I think with a little practice you’ll be able to defeat the fish,” he joked jovially.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Oh, of course you are, Gwendal. I’ve had this arranged for weeks.”
“Weeks?! Then why is this the first I’m hearing of it?”
“Well, maybe it was days. At any rate, I’m sure I mentioned it. Maybe you were daydreaming like you always do.”
He pursed his lips tightly. His mother had a peculiar way of stripping the masculinity from everything. And of course, once her mind was set on something there was no deterring her. He’d have to suffer through this pointless bonding ritual, but he would not enjoy it!
***
There were plenty of trails through the woodlands, so naturally the human had chosen the most troublesome. Their horses were little more than a memory now after they had left them in a clearing over three hours ago. The terrain was too steep and jagged for their hooves, but apparently it was just right for the man who merrily marched ahead of him, singing lewd drinking songs all the while.
Gwendal silently traversed the hillside behind him, mentally grumbling about the other man’s endless supply of energy.
He had just decided to sleep with ear plugs firmly in place despite the potential dangers when the loose ground beneath his boot gave way. Becoming unbalanced with the heavy pack strapped to his back he tipped backwards. His body tensed even as he tried to tell himself to go limp. He would probably end up rolling for a while if a tree or boulder didn’t stop him first.
But the point quickly grew moot as he felt strong arms pull him against a warm body, keeping him upright.
“Careful there. That’s no way to get back down. Besides, we’ve almost reached the campsite.”
Gwendal’s cheeks burned as he pushed away from the other man, very nearly sending him back to where he began, but Dan Hiri had a tight grip on his wrist. “Come on, Gwendal. I’ll hold your hand if I have to.”
His feet betrayed him by following along after the younger man with the older appearance. “I don’t need your help!”
“You’re welcome.”
***
The sun was already dipping behind the tree line, casting long, distorted shadows across the campsite.
“So, what kind of kisser is that redhead of yours?”
Gwendal’s eyes widened in disbelief. What was wrong with their uncomfortable silence that he had to go breaking it for something like that? “She is a noble!”
“Sometimes the nobles are the best kissers. I should know.”
Dark eyes narrowed at the human, hoping to teach him that such a line of conversation was unwelcome.
“Your mother is the best kisser I’ve ever known. She does this thing with her—”
“ENOUGH!”
Even the animals in the surrounding woods grew quiet for a moment and the breeze had come to a halt, giving the leaves no reason to tremble.
“I bet she’s a little rough on you, but I think you like that or you wouldn’t have put up with it this long.” There was a twinkle in his eye as he sipped from a worn canister.
Gwendal went back to glaring at him so Dan Hiri offered him a drink. “Go ahead. Your mother wouldn’t approve, but it will put hair on your chest.”
He flung his head to the side, refusing to even look at the drink. “What makes you think I want a chest like yours?”
“No? Hmm, well, I’ve noticed you watching me train in the mornings. I just thought maybe you were admiring it as something you might grow into one day.” The human smiled and stood and disappeared into the woods before Gwendal could formulate a reply.
***
Gwendal waited for an hour for Dan Hiri to return. He had cleared away their utensils and wrapped the food tightly to prevent animals from seeking them out. He had even prepared their beds for the night. They didn’t have a tent, so it was just a matter of preparing the ground. Luckily, being tied to Earth elements meant he could easily resurface the area as he saw fit.
He left Dan Hiri’s space just a little lumpy. The man seemed to thrive on conflict and adversity after all. He’d probably prefer it that way.
But when his mother’s new husband didn’t return he decided he’d go out in search of him. I was dark, but the moonlight sprinkled light down through the canopy, giving him just enough illumination to keep prevent doing some kind of injury to himself. The trees and vegetation thickened as he continued and he could hear the sound of running water ahead. Approaching the edge he saw a stream reflecting brightly. It was actually quite pretty.
He moved to the edge and reached down to feel the water. To his surprise it was warmer than his bath earlier that morning. There had to be a hot spring feeding into the water somewhere nearby, but he had little time to ponder that line of thinking when his ears caught the sound of something wading closer. He jerked back, suddenly alert only to find Dan Hiri smiling at him, topless, and waist deep in the water.
“I was wondering when you were going to join me. This is the best place for a swim. It relaxes the muscles and invigorates the mind!”
“I’m not interested,” the dark haired youth replied flatly.
“You looked plenty interested a minute ago. Come on.”
“No.”
“Suit yourself.” He turned a little but then dragged his arm through the water, creating a wave that he coaxed in the Mazoku’s direction. Gwendal moved back, but not in time to avoid being splashed. “No reason to avoid it now. You’re already all wet, boy.”
“I am not a boy!” He said definitely as he angrily pulled his shirt over his head and turned to slide his pants down to the ground. He left his royal underwear on for modesty’s sake even though he was sure the human would heckle his decision.
“Feeling shy?”
Gwendal waded into the water, at least having the satisfaction of knowing he anticipated the taunt. Though it did little to ease his bruised ego.
Dan Hiri moved closer and as more of his hips were exposed and the moon shone down into the crystal clear water it became quite evident that he had not been concerned with modesty.
Gwendal also gleaned some idea of why his mother had chosen such a beast as her mate, temporary as it would be. He had heard others talking about those very reasons and it had always infuriated him. He could feel his anger building and without meaning too the soft sand beneath their feet began to churn uneasily.
“Something wrong, boy?”
“Something is very wrong. My mother never should have married you.”
Dan Hiri reached out and smacked Gwendal’s face. If he’d been a noble he would have been proposing. But the nobility of the Weller line was intrinsic rather than political at least in recent generations. “You’ll watch your tongue, or I’ll watch it for you.”
Gwendal reached up with a dripping hand and touched the stung cheek in surprise. The night was very quiet around them once again before he parted his lips. “….What is that even supposed to mean?”
Dan Hiri’s expression flipped like a switch from cross to jovial as he let out a laugh. “I wish I knew. My father used to say it all the time.”
“That’s no reason to say it.”
“Maybe not.”
The human stepped closer and Gwendal looked startled. “What are you doing?” He tried to sound demanding, but there was an undercurrent of anxiety in his tone.
“Just shut up for a minute already, boy.” The larger hand was placed at the smaller man’s bare shoulder, bringing him forward. Gwendal, much to his own surprise, did not resist. “Cheri’s afraid you won’t learn to be a man without your father around.” Dan Hiri’s other hand grazed over the hairless chest, finding the definition in the developing body of a young man on the brink of more responsibility than any one man should hold.
“I told her you were already a man, but she insisted.” His hand dipped below the warm water’s surface, still gliding against wet skin. Gwendal’s heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear the man’s voice. “I told her you won’t ever see me as your father. You’re too old for that.”
He found his grip, gently pulling his hand over the loose skin. “But just for tonight, Gwendal, if you want, you can call me Daddy.”
The young Mazoku felt himself moan despite his efforts not to as a hot mouth was pressed to his, tasting of whiskey and salt and dust. He widened his stance to give the strong hand better access to maneuver.
Gwendal’s lungs were burning as they struggled for air between the kiss and the excitement.
Dan Hiri’s hand moved faster causing the water to slosh noisily between their bodies. Gwendal’s hips began to thrust into the motion and he made a desperate grunting sound each time.
His novice body couldn’t last long under the pleasurable torment. With another thrust he collapsed against the broad chest.
***
Gwendal awoke with a gasp, dry, that is almost dry, and flat on his back. His eyes took in his surroundings in alarm. Hadn’t he just been in the lake?
Turning his eyes landed upon a smirking Dan Hiri who was poking at their campfire. “Sounds like you had a pretty good dream. That redhead must be spunkier than I thought.”
The human threw him a towel. “You might want to get cleaned up. And don’t worry this is just between you and me and a few of my drinking buddies.” He gave Gwendal a little wink, expecting an inflamed retort.
He was a little surprised when Gwendal just turned away quietly, but he shrugged it off and it wasn’t long before he was snoring. The prince, on the other hand, was fairly certain he never wanted to fall asleep again.
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Date: 2008-04-15 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-16 12:51 am (UTC)If you want a teeny correction, there's actually no such word as "drug" as in "drug his arm through the water." Boringly enough, it would be "dragged." Weird, huh?
But please continue to write these lovely gems!
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Date: 2008-04-16 01:15 am (UTC)Of course I suppose I could have proofed it before I put it here and advertised it. ^_^;;;
Thanks for that catch though. I'll go change it.
And thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2008-04-15 05:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-15 11:29 pm (UTC)