Disclamer
This story is an adventure fantasy story involving two men that is loosely based off the Elder Scrolls video game series, most notably the Elder Scrolls Oblivion. While elements of the story may sound similar to elements of the game play this story only borrows elements from the game and dose not follow the game's storyline.
Chapter 1
The sound of footsteps made their way through ancient forgotten corridors. Four men, three well armored and one dressed in fine robes crept through the darkness, careful to keep their ears open, listening for signs of footsteps not their own.
"Shit!" one of the younger men dressed in armor leaped back after witnessing a small dark shadow crawl over his foot.
"These damm catacombs are swarming with rat's." his companion said.
"Keep quiet you two." said their leader as they continued down the dark passageways.
The leader of the group was a tall muscular man with sweeping brown hair and a well trimmed goatee that encircled his mouth. He and his younger companions were dressed in the armor of the kingdom's imperial guards. Dark gun metal gray armor accented with gold trimmings that showed he wasn't just an officer but a man of great importance.
And of importance he would have to be because the elderly man of whom the three guards were escorting was none other than the emperor himself. He was an old man of nearly eighty with stringy white hair and while one could tell he had been a great athlete in his youth, time had ravaged his body so that just keeping up with the men assigned to guard him was a challenge.
"This is too easy Captain" said the elder of the two guards. "The assassins were crawling all over the palace earlier, but we haven't seen a sign of them here in the catacombs."
"The entrance to these catacombs is well hidden. Outsiders wouldn't know where to begin to look to find the entrance." The guard Captain said. "But this dose not guarantee us safe passage."
As the foursome made their way through the labyrinth of cramped passageways, passed the ancient foundations of various structures and shallow doorways they noticed a dark shadowy figure creep its way towards them.
"Calm yourselves, this isn't an assassin." said the Captain "Remy, Ready your bow and take that creature down."
The young guard took aim and shot the shadowy figure with an arrow. A low moaning sound could be heard as the figure collapsed to the ground.
"By the gods, what was that." Remy said.
"A draugr." the elder guard replied.
"Lucas is right." said the guard Captain "Their usually found in burial crypts, and are a product of necromancy."
the foursome made their way passed the draugr but suddenly the creature grabbed hold of Remy's ankle
"Ghah!!!" he screamed.
Lucas who stood in front of him took his sword and cut the draugr's hand off then decapitated the creature. Remy looked at the disembodied hand, still grasping his ankle and was shaking with fear.
"In the future, aim for the head." Lucas said as he removed the hand from his comrade's ankle "the only way to kill these damm things is to destroy the brain, or remove it's head."
"Well we best get a move on." said the Captain, "If they found the entrance to the catacombs then they sure would have heard this idiot scream."
the foursome made tracks and continued through the catacombs at a brisk pace till they came upon a large open chamber. The tall vaulted ceilings and ornate stonework would normally have been a sight worth taking in but under the current circumstances they made the Captain worry. The room was filled with tall columns that stretched to a laced pattern of cut stone that had been precisely measured, cut and put into place to ensure the heavy weight of the palace and city above wouldn't cause the room to cave in.
"Inspect the room men, ill keep guard of the emperor."
The two guards split up and made their way down through the rows of columns, carefully inspecting each to ensure that no soul hid in the dark recesses of the room. As the guards made their way farther from the Emperor and the Captain, the Emperor reached his hand and touched the Captain's shoulder.
"My boy if I may have a word with you while were alone" the Emperor's voice creaked as he quietly whispered into the Captain's ear.
"If course your Excellency." the Captain quietly replied.
"Alexander I want to entrust a secret with you." The Emperor began. "If I don't make it out alive I need you to carry out a certian task, to deliver my amulet to my son."
The Emperor, removed a small circular amulet embedded with a blood red jewel and placed it into the guard Captain's hand.
"But your Excellency, both of your sons have been killed."
"Their is a third," the old Emperor replied. "he was intrusted twenty five years ago to a man named Jorgen, an old monk that lives in a monastery south of Dover Castle. I don't have time to go into details but if my life ends today, I want you to go to the old monk and with his help, find my son."
Alexander was shocked by the revelation of a son that no one had ever known about. He took the amulet that the Emperor had given him and stuffed it into a small pouch attached to his belt.
"All clear here." Remy said as he approached the Captain
"And what of Lucas?" Questioned Alexander.
"Their was a door at the end of the hallway, he went on to inspect the corridor beyond."
"Good" replied the Captain "Get behind the Emperor and keep guard"
The two guards along with the Emperor continued through the great room and into the corridor. The corridor consisted of multiple archways that lead into other parts of the ancient catacombs. These passageways were of no concern as Alexander knew their goal laid at the end of the corridor. As they neared the end, Alexander noticed a large stone door at the end of a small circular room.
"That will be our way out." the Captain said.
Alexander entered the small circular room first checking to make sure no one else laid in waiting. He approached the end of the room and took out a large iron key from his pouch. Taking the key he inserted it into an opening next to the stone door, this in turn caused the stone door to rise and reveal an new passage. Suddenly bars slammed down separating Alexander from Remy and the Emperor.
Alexander turned around just in time to see two men dressed in red and black armor slice the young guard down. Then in a split second they turned their swords on the Emperor stabling the old man repeatedly.
"NO!!!" Alexander screamed as the Emperor fell into a pool of this own blood. Behind the two assassins stood Lucas. He stretched out his arm and pushed a stone block on the wall raising the iron bars.
"What is the meaning of this!" Andrew was furious as he gripped his sword tightly.
"Sorry to do this to you Captain" Lucas said as he signaled for the assassins to move. The two Assassins rushed at the guard Captain, each moving in near perfect unison as they moved in opposite directions. Andrew took his blade blocking the attack of one assassin, but the assassins moved too quick. Before he could turn to deal with the other, he felt the cold blade of the other assassin slice into his shoulder. He took his sword and stabbed the second Assassin in the gut, twisting the sword as he pulled out to make sure he did critical damage but the other assassin swung his sword cutting into the Captain's side.
"Don't kill him now." Lucas ordered the surviving assassin. "The Emperor's amulet is missing so I must assume he gave it to you. I know he had it when we entered the passage and the only time he could have pawned it off on someone would have been when you sent us to inspect that great room back their."
Alexander grasped his side with his hand, trying somehow to dull the pain.
"Why Lucas, you of all people why?!"
"Because my master has commanded it." Lucas said without changing his somber expression.
Lucas was as equally tall and muscular as his captain with dark hair and a small mustache on either side. He had under his right eye a small scar, a reminder of a battle that he had been grievously wounded in. and had long since lost his right foot, now replaced by a mechanical foot that was made by a skilled mage. He reached his and down and held his captain by the chin, raising his captain's head up to meet eye to eye.
"When the offer first came to me, I cut down the messenger and followed his trail back to the assassins hideout. My plan was to find their leader then come back and inform you. I knew the king's knights were scouring the countryside looking for these assassins but this so far was the best lead yet. But before I could return to the palace I was captured by these men. I met my master that day and even though I struggled to free myself, my master showed me the light."
Your Master?" Alexander Replied.
"YES! Master showed me a life where I would never age and I could live in tranquility. All I had to do was to pledge myself to him and help him in his noble quest."
"I can't believe you would betray our emperor, our empire, And ME! I thought when we made love, and you told me you loved me it meant something!" Alexander's eyes stared at his former comrade with hatred and malice as the truth of what Lucas had done finally sunk in.
"Yes I know my betrayal is difficult for you to accept but no matter what we love felt towards each other means nothing. My master is everything and even to fall, helping him in his noble quest is a sacrifice worth the risk."
Lucas leaned in and kissed his captain on the lips. He pushed his toung into Alexanders mouth and lingered on long and with affection. Suddenly Lucas cried out in pain. A dagger plunged itself into his leg and the man welding it was Remy.
"Captain GO! NOW!" Lucas raised his word and plunged his blade down into the base of the young guards shoulder cutting off the grip to the dagger he held. Lucas turned his attention back to Alexander just in time to see the stone door slam shut.
"What do we do sir? Go after him?" questioned the surviving assassin.
"No." answered Lucas "There's no getting passed that stone door without the key and the only other way out takes us too far from this exit to catch him. The Emperor is dead and that was our main goal. We'll get the Captain and the amulet later but first," Lucas said as he grabbed the young guard by his blond hair. "we finish this one off."
Alexander made his way through the rest of the catacombs till finally he emerged into the night time air. The moon shown full, illuminating the landscape around him. He fell down onto his knees and pulled the amulet from his pocket. In a matter of an instant everything had changed. The Emperor he swore his life to protect was now dead, his young protege gave up his to protect his captain. And the man he had been in love with since joining the Imperial guards had betrayed not only his empire but also him too. With so much to bear, Alexander began to sob as he placed his face in the palm of his hand.
Three days had gone by since the Emperor's assassination and the Imperial City had been thrown into a state of martial law. A strict curfew had been put into place and every district separated by checkpoints which required a thorough search before one could pass. Homes and businesses left and right faced surprise inspections by the city guard and anyone who refused were immediately jailed under suspicion of being a potential assassin. In one of the poorer districts of the city, a naked man stared down at the street below. Within his eyesight was one of the numerous checkpoints, and as of now a merchant was being inspected thoroughly by city guards. The guards took little care in their inspection, damaging goods and even destroying some pottery at the dismay of the merchant. The man scowled at the site. His eyes beamed with anger and disgust at the Guards who seemed to take a delight in the poor merchant's misfortune.
"Come on back to bed Garrett."
The man called Garret was a lean muscular man with well a well carved physique. Strong muscles in his chest and arms and powerful legs allowed the man to scale up trees, walls and to the occasional window. His chest was covered with a thick blanket of short curly hair that narrowed as it traveled down his stomach to his crotch. Those who knew him best however knew his most impressive feature was his long cock which when hard curved upward to an impressive 8 inches. As of now it was still an impressive sight even half erect. Garrett turned to look at his partner in the nearby bed. His face was that of a young man still in his twenties. It remained unshaven with a light stubble of hair that wrapped from around his mouth up to his unkempt jet black hair.
"You had a chance to see this shit Brent?" said Garrett. "Those rich nobles would let their guards get away with murder as long as it didn't interrupt their day. Hell I bet they've already taken advantage of the situation and drained their balls into some good honest people." He scowled.
He spoke to a large harry man with thick muscles who laid naked in the nearby bed. Brent was much older and taller than Garrett and nearly twice his age. He had a short kempt beard and a thick head of hair both which displayed strands of gray in between the black.
"They sure did." Brent replied. "Tore my smithy apart and my room then they came and drilled my ass for the next couple of hours." the old smith grinned from ear to ear as he relived the incident in his mind.
"Knowing you, you horny old bastard, you dropped your trousers and told them, make sure to inspect thoroughly."
The old smith cracked up laughing as he climbed out of bed and grabbed Garrett by the waist. Garrett was a good 5ft9 but with Brent's strong built muscles, Garrett weighed less than a child. He carried his young partner back to the bed then both men laid down together. The old man grabbed hold of the younger's half erect cock then began to stroke his member firmly as he leaned down and suckled at the young man's neck. It didn't take long for Garrett to regain his erection and soon the old smith began to lick his way slowly down the young man's body. Brent took a firm hold of Garrett's cock then began suckling at the young man's member. Garrett arched his head back, enjoying the pleasure of the old man's toung as it wrapped around the head and slowly down the shaft.
"You got the toung of a damm snake Brent."
Brent continued to suck Garrett's cock till he sensed in the young man's movement that he was nearing his climax removed the cock from his mouth and sat up then crawled forward over his partners body. Garrett reached up and met his moth to the old man's allowing both men to intertwine their toungs together. Brent rolled the young man from under him to on top of him and began to slide his thick meaty cock between the younger man's cheeks.
"Horny bastard." Garrett said as he grind his asshole against the old man's cock. Brent's cock was shorter in length than Garrett's, about 5 ½ inches in length but what it lacked in length it more than made up in thickness. Few men could withstand it's girth without spending days unable to sit, but Garrett was a regular in Brent's bed and over time had gotten used to the thick monster sticking from Brent's crotch. Garrett lined his hole over the head of Brent's cock and relaxed his body slowly the thick meaty beast spread his asshole open as Brent pushed his monster inside the younger mans hole.
Suddenly a loud thumping came from the door downstairs.
"You got to be fucking kidding me!" Garrett cried out.
"Open up in the name of the Empire!" the muffled yell of a city guard could be heard through the open window. It quickly became apparent to both men that sex was over and that now was the time for Garrett to leave. Garrett jumped off the older man and gathered up his clothing and gear. As a bandit he knew if the city guards saw him he could find himself, at best spending years in the dungeons but given the recent assassination it was more likely he'd be killed on site.
"Sorry to cut the fun short." Garrett said as he leaned in for a quick kiss. Garrett reached for the doorknob but was caught by the hand.
"Wait." said Brent.
The old smith crouched down and took Garrett's cock in his mouth. He began to work his magic over the young man's member. Garrett arched back as he let pleasure take over all his senses. Brent began to suck harder as Garrett groaned at the change in pace to his cock. Suddenly his body arched back as he moaned and let out a thick stream of cum in the old man's mouth. Brent swallowed the younger man's seed as more pumped into his mouth, finally as the younger man ran dry he used his toung to clean the last of it from around the cock's hole.
Garrett was breathing heavy as the old man stood face to face with him.
"Thanks." Garrett mustered. "But what about you?"
"I get the feeling ill be draining my balls soon enough." replied the old man. "You get out of here and keep safe." Garrett grabbed the doorknob and both men descended down to the smithy. Garrett turned and entered through a small door under the stairs, leading down to the smithy's basement. Brent walked a crossed the workshop and opened the entrance to the smithy. He stood in front of the two guards, making no attempt to cover his naked body nor his rock hard erection. He grinned from ear to ear and said "Hey their fellas. You back for more?"
Brent's Blacksmith shop was an old shop that predated the current era. Back in those days, the Empire found itself in one war after another. Because of this the blacksmith had an escape hatch that like most buildings built during that time, allowed the populous an easy escape route in case the walls of the city ever crumbled. Garrett, still naked and holding his bundle of clothes and gear crept over to the grate that by all accounts was supposed to be sealed shut, but this one had been modified to appear sealed, when in reality it could be opened. He jumped down into the sewers, closing the grate behind him then quickly dressed himself and crept down through the labyrinth of tunnels and passageways. Most people would find themselves quickly lost in the tunnels but Garrett knew what the faded signs left by the builders meant and used them to navigate the labyrinth. Garrett's plan was to follow the tunnels down to the sewage drain outside the city. Things here were too hot for his own good. As he made his way through the passageway he found himself approaching a large room that had a light coming from within. Garrett slowed his pace to a crawl then crept through the darkened walkway above the chamber. He could see down below two men dressed in red robes, standing before a third dressed in regular street clothes. The three surrounded an old wooden table and appeared to be enacting some weird initiation rights under the watchful gaze of two red banners. It hadn't been the first time he'd seen one of those secret orders conduct their businesses here and by most accounts he would have ignored the scene and continued on his way but he couldn't help but notice the odd symbol on the banners and on the two figures robes. After he felt that he was far enough away, Garrett picked up his pace. It took some time but he finally managed to make it outside the city. The sun had just begun to set when Garrett and Brent resumed their fun filled evening of sex but now the twilight hour was almost at an end. Behind him he could see the dark towers of the city's wall, each were outlined by lights from the streets and buildings contained within. Garrett turned towards the countryside and made his way through the river, across the open fields of some random farm then disappeared into the dark woods beyond.