Hounds and bitches, chap.23

Posted by admin on March 24th, 2008 filed in Hounds and Bitches

Aodh was strange, but Keith did not mind. It was so good with him. He moaned and shivered under the touches and the bites, body heating up even more.
He responded to the kisses deeply and passionately, lips bruising. But it was good. All of it was good.
“Do it,” he whispered. He had enjoyed the first time, but now he wanted to enjoy it even more. Not brutally, but to enjoy. “Yes. You can. You can. I allow you to. I want you to. Pleasure me.”

“Thank you,” Aodh whispered back at him. Very gently he pulled the shirt over Keith’s head and let it fall on the floor. Same happened to the breeches and then boots. And they were already lying on the cape, so…
Like a pool of blood.
Aodh said that.
“Naked in the pool of blood. Blood of our enemies, Keith.”
His lips were so soft and so lustrous. Going down the navel, licking, sucking himself to Keith’s hip like a leech.

Keith sighed and moaned loudly. And when Aodh got to his hip, he moaned even more.
He was a miracle. Keith felt himself going insane from all the pleasure. There was just so much of it. “Please…” he whispered, begging for real. Blood, yes. The blood of their enemies.

“I have not even started yet,” Aodh promised. “Turn around. I want your buttocks and I want them now. I promise I will give you the best of me.”
Warm hand slid over Keith’s gear, up and down, fondling and caressing. “I believe you have done it. Seldom, though. I don’t believe you’ve been done, or maybe some lovesick fool has… It doesn’t matter. I will be better.”

“Of course you will be,” Keith whispered huskily. “You are the best.”
He got on his stomach, feeling so good that he did not even think of the last time someone had tried to pleasure him there. He did not want to think of it at all, lest he face some quite unpleasant truths that were best buried deep inside and forgotten.

Aodh didn’t respond to that and if Keith had seen his face at the moment he would have found it both eerie and grim. But he, too, did not wish to think of such matter for the small while and so he got down to the business, keeping both his hands and tongue in good work.

Keith sighed softly in pleasure, letting him enjoy what was being done to him. After all, there were very few such times for him. So they had to be enjoyed to the fullest.
Oh yes.
He cried out and curved upwards, body flush with pleasure, cock weeping.

Aodh grinned and carried on, only stopping as long as it took to turn Keith swiftly around and kiss around his cock while his fingers found the most pleasurable areas where his lips had just been.

Keith threaded his fingers into the cloak and arched closer, moaning and shivering madly.
“So good,” he whispered. “The best…the best,” he babbled.

Aodh but smiled and urged him with any means to reach his peak and beyond. He could do it. Pleasure the one to whom pleasure was almost dead, killed by the vultures and snakes. But he still had it. He still had Keith beyond the whore. He had the messenger of Death.

Keith gave the whole of himself, shuddering and squirming under all of these touches and kisses.
He did explode, but he was too high to really remember when. And when he came down, he was close to passing out.

And then there was someone knocking hard and fervent on the door.
“Sir Gillespie! Sir Gillespie! Oh please be there! Lord Kester has been wounded! Sir Gillespie!”

Oh, shit.
Keith drew away quickly, feeling his instincts kick in right away. He wiped himself clean and pulled his blue clothes on. The black ones he gathered into the cloak, which he hid away from plain sight. Then he combed through his hair with his fingers and tried not to look like he had had one of the best orgasms of his life.

Aodh got dressed as a bolt of lightning, too, and opened the door. A manservant, and one pretty young and pretty frightened, who stuttered and with three turns managed to tell them that Lord Kester had been stabbed. The doctor was with him and he absolutely demanded to see Aodh.

Keith made to look properly shocked and afraid, while his mind worked at who could it have been.
Seoras, of course.
Only he was stupid enough to do something like that.

They found Lord Kester in bed and in shitty shape with a doctor beside his bed who didn’t look overly happy at Aodh’s attempt to approach.
Lord Kester’s upper body was naked and now also in bandages. But the blood did show. Apparently someone had stabbed him to his left side.
“I sent for them, you fool,” sir Eidard grunted. “Now go. You’ve done your share.” It seemed that it hurt him to speak.
The doctor got up rather reluctantly, bowed and left.
“Lock the door,” Lord Kester commanded. “Then come over, you two.”

Keith let out a very soft hello and nodded his head. When they were ordered to lock the door, he did so quickly. After that he came back to the bed, looking worried and surprised and confused.
Just like he was supposed to look.
Inside he wanted to find out what had happened, even if he could predict it well enough.

“Said he’d come and kill me,” Lord Kester growled. “Told you, didn’t I, Keith? Oh and he did. But there’s still life in this old body, yes there is. And now I WILL disown him. Stupid goose. As if he’d gain something from putting me down, eh?”

So it had been Seoras.
“Of course not, Your Lordship. He would not have gained anything,” Keith said quietly. “Can I do something for you, Your Lordship?”

“Gimme a kiss, you little flirt,” Lord Kester replied. “And Aodh - for you I say this - kill him. Kill him before he tries again, misses and accidentally kills me.”
Aodh nodded solemnly.
“Your will be done, my lord.”
He looked at Keith. You don’t have to make it an accident if you don’t want to. You can use the dagger and have your vengeance and justice in full might.

Keith’s eyes glittered back softly and dangerously. He understood.
And then he smiled at Kester and kissed him just like the little flirt whom he was pretending to be.

Kester kissed him back but he tasted of sickness.
“Now leave me, you rascals. I’ll try to sleep. If I should die I’ll let you know, huh?”

“You are not going to die, Your Lordship,” Keith whispered softly with a smile. “Sleep well.”
He rose from the bed, ready to follow Aodh.

“Keith,” His Lordship spoke when they were at the door. “Her Majesty has still requested your presence tonight at her private chambers. Even without me. Especially…without me.”
He moaned and growled at himself.
“I will accompany him, my lord,” Aodh spoke gently. “Have no worries. I will take care of everything and everyone.”

Oh. So the Queen really wanted to see him. Keith steeled himself. He had to pull this off. He so had to pull it off. He would. He was good. He was Keith, every man’s dream.
“Aodh will take care of everything. I will not fail you, I promise,” he said gently.

Lord Kester gritted his teeth.
“I know you won’t,” he spoke up. “You’re a good lad. You’ll make us all proud. Good luck with her.”
“We wish you a good and speedy recovery, my lord,” Aodh replied gallantly. “Keith, take your overcoat, let us walk in the gardens.”

“Thank you, Your Lordship,” Keith said politely. He then got his overcoat and pulled it on, ready to follow again.
He had some questions. The most pressing of them was whether he should kill the bastard right away or after Seoras had taken him to meet Cameron.

The garden was damn huge and seemed pretty desolate. It snowed and tatters fell on random ice statues of several animals and birds. There was a bear and a wolf, even a tiger, once they turned a corner to find a lonelier path. But there beside the tiger stood a tall and handsome young man.
Aodh bowed deep.
“Good evening, my prince.”
Dark eyes peered at him and Keith from a face noble and beautiful.
“Good evening, good sir. But may I inquire why do you accost me thus?”

Keith was slightly confused, but then regained his composure quickly enough to bow politely as well. He remained silent.

“To make sure your highness knows where my heart and loyalty lie,” Aodh replied. “And to offer you my sword should you need it.”
Fingall appeared a bit confused.
“I am not the King. I cannot accept any swords or swordsmen…”
“One needs swordsmen to become a king, my prince,” Aodh said quietly and sternly. “To live long enough to wear the crown.”
Prince Fingall sighed.
“If you have in mind to warn me from my brother, then I know of his intentions, good sir. I do thank your for your offer and I do not decline it. I also thank you for your concern, but I assure you I can take good care of myself.”

Keith kept himself silent the whole time.
He had nothing to say.
They did have the same aims, he and Aodh, but in a way they were different. Aodh at least believed in some of the people they dealt with. Keith only believed in him.
Because only Aodh had given him something of worth. Because Aodh had not betrayed him.

“My prince,” Aodh bowed simply. “We wish you a good evening and take our leave with your permission.”
“Yes, of course,” Fingall replied. “Oh, I’m sorry. I have not met you before, young sir. Good evening,” the prince told Keith. His eyes were like two dark lakes, crystal clear. His face bore no shadows and yet he did not seem happy. Neither did he appear sad.

Keith dared to look back.
“Good evening, your highness,” he said politely. “My name is Keith. It is an honor to meet you.”

Fingall nodded lightly.
“Keith. Keith of which lineage? I apologize, I should know our noblemen better, but I do not recall your face.”

“I am with Lord Kester, one of his relatives,” he replied lightly. “I have not been to the court earlier, so you do not need to apologize.”

Fingall smiled.
“Pleased to meet you, sir Keith. You have my leave now and I shall take mine. I wish you a good evening, gentlemen.”
He cocked his head and left.
Tiger stared at Keith with icy eyes.

Keith remained there, of course. After a while he turned his eyes away from the statue.

Aodh walked on, knowing that Keith would follow. In the midst of the icy garden was a castle made of ice. A true masterpiece. Aodh entered, beckoning Keith.
In the big hall in the middle of it he finally came to halt.
“Here we can talk. You see, you cannot sneak up to anyone in a building which is see-through.”

“Understandable,” Keith said softly and stood right next to Aodh.
He waited for him to continue before starting to ask any of his questions.

“Seoras must be killed,” Aodh said quietly. “Do you wish to slay him with the dagger or shall we stick to our previous plan of an accident?”