What Happened to the Green Fairies? - Chapter 9

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What Happened to the Green Fairies?

By Danimpa

Chapter 9

Earldom of Cornwall, England
August, 1397

Dragging Brendon through the dungeons wasn't exactly easy.

It's not that he was heavy, not at all, but I'd always somewhat lacked physical strength and I had several disabilities right at that moment. Not to mention the fact that he could barely stand on his own feet, let alone walk.

But somehow we succeeded and reached my horse without further incident.

By helping each other we somehow managed to get him onto its back and he succeeded in staying on while I crawled up behind him, my hands grasping the reins on each side of him.

He slumped back against my chest, half-unconscious again I think, and I quickly pressed a kiss against his temple before changing the way I wore my cloak a little so it could cover him just a bit.

Then I pushed my heels into the sides of the horse and in a matter of moments we were trotting through the village towards open country.

I was trying to decide where to take him.

Home wasn't an option, not just now.

Neither was the beach, he'd already been found there once.

The forests? No, autumn was coming in and soon every day would be rainy and the forest wouldn't offer the shelter he needed to heal back up.

The rocky portion of the beach was probably the best idea. There were caves out there, Matt and I had played in them as kids and I knew them very well. There was shelter and if we built a fire, there'd be warmth and somewhat lights as well. It would work.

With that thought in mind I changed the direction in which we were going so we'd end up out by the rocks.

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I'd somehow managed to get him into one of the medium sized caves.

It was deep but not very wide. I could stand upright and if I lifted my arms, I could easily reach the ceiling, but it was out of the way and it seemed fitting.

I'd wrapped my cloak around him and sat him down against the wall of the cave before I climbed back to the top of the rocky hill for firewood.

There was only a bit of forest in this area, but I'd managed to get an armful and again I'd succeeded in getting back into the cave where I quickly started a fire before going to his side and sitting down next to him.

His head dropped to my shoulder immediately and his arms went around me, clutching me hard and in return I simply held him, sitting there with him in silence as the fire and our closeness started giving us at least a semblance of warmth back into our bodies.

After a while I lowered us down onto the cold floor of the cavern, our arms and legs tangled, and got ready to go to sleep. It had definitely been one long day.

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I woke up the next morning with Brendon's head against my chest and my arms still around him and looked down at his sleeping face absentmindedly.

I'd always disregarded his looks because of the dirt that was always smudged all over him, but I was realising that I hadn't shown him an ounce of justice through that.

He had a strong face, a determined jaw, high forehead and long black lashes that fell gracefully against his dirty cheeks, full, luscious pink lips, even if they were chapped. Yeah, even with his eyes closed he was definitely good-looking.

I took a deep breath, my stomach giving a light rumble. There was much to be done and even though I hated to leave him alone while his condition was so obviously bad, I had to leave to take care of things.

He'd been alone most of the last time he'd been sick anyway, hadn't he?

My mind lightly argued that this time was different. This time it was leaving someone I cared about behind, but still... I didn't have much of a choice and I'd better get to it.

Leaving him to the confusion of waking up alone and thinking I'd abandoned him again was something I couldn't do, though, so no matter how much it pained me to do so, I'd have to wake him up.

Feeling slightly awkward for a moment, I shook him lightly, careful not to upset his wounds, and finally managed to get a grunt out of him as his eyes slowly opened, presenting me once again to their stunning dark colour. "I'm going to go fetch some things now, alright?" I muttered. "If you go back to sleep, I'll probably be here when you wake up, okay?"

He yawned and muttered something incoherent before finally rolling off of me.

I smiled and made sure he was wrapped up properly in the cloak before lightly kissing him. Then I got to my feet, grateful that the ache from my behind had dimmed to nearly inexistent overnight, and went to the opening of the cave, quickly managing the short climb to the top of the hill.

The horse was still there, waiting for me, and I swung myself onto it, shivering in the cold morning now that I had neither my cloak nor Brendon's body heat wrapped around me.

I dug my heels into the flanks of the horse and pushed it quickly into a gallop, ignoring the tresses of matted hair that continuosly flew into my eyes.

I finally reached the castle, slowing down to a trot as I entered the courtyard.

One of the stable boys was out momentarily, and quickly took the reins as I tossed them to him. "I'll be back out shortly, don't remove the saddle or anything, just have him ready for me," I quickly ordered before walking with long strides over the gravel and finally entering through one of the side entrances.

Nobody was really up yet, much to my relief, and I quickly reached my own quarters, only to stop short at the sight of Matt who seemed to have been waiting for me.

"Matt?" I bursted out quizzically.

"Why didn't you come home?" he asked exasperatedly. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

"I had to stay with him," I answered. "You have no clue how sick he is. And when I asked you to stop fathering me I didn't mean you should start mothering me instead."

He sighed. "You can't have people get suspicious, brother," he muttered. "I don't want you linked to what happened in the prison."

I nodded. "What's the status on that?" I questioned.

"Your little toy or whatever is now officially outlawed and wanted for the murder of that guard," he informed me. "I don't get why you had to kill him, Ry."

"Because he wasn't about to give me the keys," I answered. "It was him or me."

He sighed again. "In that case I'm grateful you're better with a sword than I actually thought," he concluded. "You know I'd pick your life over anybody else's."

I nodded once more. "I know. Thanks, Matt."

He took a deep breath. "You need to either make that boy of yours not show his face again or do something so that he won't be recognised," he told me.

"Alright," I answered simply, starting to remove my doublet and shirt. "Can you clean this for me?" I asked once the gash on my upper arm was finally exposed.

He rolled his eyes. "Is he really worth all this?" he asked.

I shrugged, then nodded. "I would definitely take a gash to keep from being without him," I answered.

Another sigh. Then he started towards the door. "Anything else you need from the kitchens?" he asked.

"Food," I answered immediately. "Vinegar, water. That should be that."

He nodded. "I'll be back in a moment."

"Thanks, Matt," I muttered.

He smiled. "Hey, you aren't my little brother for nothing, are you?"

I smiled back, watching the door as it fell shut behind him. Then I moved to my dressing room and my closet, flinging it open to find another pair of breeches, quickly changing, before laying a change of shirt and doublet as well as my spare cloak out to put on once Matt had cleaned that gash. After another bit of thinking I found another pair of breeches, one that was slightly large on me, as well as another shirt and doublet.

The weather was only going to get colder from here on. Might as well get Brendon properly dressed.

Finally Matt returned, a pack of food in one hand and two small leather sacks of what I guessed was water and vinegar respectively in the other one. "Sit," he ordered as he sat one of the sacks as well as the pack down.

I complied, moving to one of the chairs in the room and let him remove my make-shift bandage.

"At least it's a clean cut," he muttered. "And not too deep. It'll scar, but you won't need stitches."

I nodded, wincing at his touch against the gash.

Then he grabbed a cloth, screwed the sack open and poured vinegar over it until it was pretty much soaking. He closed the sack again and started, as gently as possible, to wipe my wound clean.

I bit my lips harshly, the pain corroding into my arm and leaving it almost numb.

Finally he was done and put the cloth down before taking another, longer and narrower piece of cloth to tie around my arm to protect the gash.

"Thanks," I muttered once he was done, reaching out for my shirt and pulling it on, quickly followed by the doublet and the cloak. Then I picked up the rest of the stuff. "I'll be back for supper," I promised.

He nodded. "Take care of yourself," he ordered.

I nodded back, sending him a small smile before I strapped the sacks across my shoulders and left.

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As I'd predicted Brendon was still asleep when I re-entered the cave and I slowly walked to his side before crouching down next to him.

He woke up the next moment, as always apparently sensing my closeness. He sent me a weak smile, reached up to grab my hand and tug me down to sit beside him.

"Good morning," I muttered.

His smile grew slightly wider. "It is now," he got out under a yawn.

I felt myself smile back and lightly ran a hand through his hair. "We need to get you cleaned up," I stated. "Then we'll have something to eat afterwards."

He nodded and let me pull him up into a sitting position.

I quickly stripped his rags off and got out a cloth I'd brought as well as the sack of vinegar and started up the process of cleaning his various wounds the way Matt had my gash.

He was wincing and whining the whole way through and I'd occasionally mutter some sort of small reassurance until I finally had his wounds clean and the more serious ones bandaged.

Then I moved onto the water, lightly starting to scrub his whole body free of dirt and smell. It was a tough job, let me tell you. It seemed like he hadn't been thoroughly cleaned for years, which was probably the truth.

In the end his skin was slightly pink from the continued scrubbing, but he was finally clean.

I noticed the fact that there were a few small freckles running across his face, something I'd never seen before. Little details that the dirt had always kept hidden. Brendon wasn't merely good-looking, he was beautiful. And very much naked.

"This is strange," he muttered, appearing slightly more fit for fight now than he'd been a moment earlier, slightly more awake probably.

"Huh?" I muttered, forcing my gaze up to his eyes as I fought to ignore the sudden burning in my loins.

"Being naked while we aren't doing anything," he answered. "And to top it off, you're fully dressed."

I sighed lightly. "You're in no condition to be doing anything," I muttered.

"But is it wrong of me to want to?" he asked.

"Depends on who you ask," I stated, grateful for the length of my shirt that enabled it to cover the obvious straining of my breeches.

"I bloody want you," he said softly, a sudden husky quality to his voice.

"I know," I informed. "And don't think it goes one way only. But you seriously are too hurt."

He laughed lightly. "Who'd have ever thought the noble would deny himself release out of concern for a mere commonor?" he asked lightly.

I wouldn't. But so much had changed since I met him. "We put those words behind us, remember?" I muttered, now at a state where I was fighting to hold back.

He nodded, a sudden exertion running over his face as he managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Once there he reached out again, grabbing my face and attaching his lips to mine.

I moved slightly closer, my blood on fire as I settled my hands on his chest and opened my mouth for him.

His hand ran through my hair before fisting in the back of it as his tongue slowly snaked into my mouth, rubbing against my own before tracing the outline of the roof of my mouth, his thumb carressing my jaw.

We broke apart for air and I briefly looked down only to realise that he'd been rendered to the same state as I.

I tore my gaze away, settling it on his eyes instead.

They were burning, the lustful look so clear that it would be impossible to miss.

The air caught in my throat, but I knew that we shouldn't, couldn't, do anything.

Suddenly a completely selfless part of me popped up and told me that I could at least ease it for him. The thought was alien to me, working for someone else's pleasure without getting anything myself. But still, the moment it had presented itself I knew I was going to do it no matter how much I'd rather have him in me the other way.

I slowly dragged myself down a bit so my head was level with his hardened member and I looked up at him slowly, slightly uncertain still.

He seemed confused for a moment, but then his eyes suddenly lit up and the lust seemed to grow even deeper.

Yeah, I was going to have to do it. I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath and dipped my head down, slowly closing my mouth around him as I let one hand carress his thigh lightly, the other one on the floor to help keep my balance. Still uncertain as to what I was actually doing I lightly swirled my tongue around the tip, taking the moans I heard as a definite good sign, before I finally decided to take him in a bit further and moved my lips slightly up the shaft, trying to make room for as much of him as I could in my mouth.

I felt his hand reach out and grab my hair as he gave off another series of moans and the sudden bucking of his hips, while startling me, actually shoved him all way into my throat. To keep from gagging was hard, but I managed, staying still for a moment to allow my throat to get used to the intrusion to which it was completely unaccustumed. Then I bobbed off a little so only the outermost couple of inches were still in my mouth.

His fingers were tightening in my hair, nails lightly scraping my scalp as he groaned loudly.

I did that thing with the tongue again; he'd seemed to like it, then I simply sucked lightly, figuring that that might work as well, but at least I was feeling slightly more comfortable with it than I had a few moments earlier.

Then I took him down into my throat again, all the while trying to ignore how much more his alternated moans and whimpers were turning me on.

It didn't take much more, a couple more times off and on and suddenly he released into my throat and I once again I nearly gagged, but I managed to simply pull off and for a moment I was confused as to what to do with the salty liquid in my mouth and throat before doing the logical thing and swallowing it.

Brendon's mouth was hanging open, his breathing heavy, his bruised chest falling up and down to match it and his eyes were half-closed. He'd let go of my hair and finally he raised his gaze and looked at me, once again with a sort of blissful disbelief written onto his features. "Thanks," he finally managed to mutter.

I smiled up at him before moving up and attaching my lips to his, plunging my tongue in between his parted lips.

He moaned again into the kiss, probably at the taste of himself, and his arms went around my neck and my loins were begging for some sort of attention.

I broke the kiss, sighing lightly. "I have to go," I muttered.

His eyes widened, slightly sad-looking as they stared into my own.

"I need to help Matt make sure there are no links between your escape, the death of that guard and myself," I explained, knowing that at one point I'd probably have to do that.

"What guard?" he asked.

"You didn't think they just left the keys for me to pick up, did you?" I asked with a small smirk.

"You actually won a fight?" he returned in disbelief.

"Apparently," I answered with a small shrug.

"Thanks," he said again.

I shook my head. "It was pretty much my fault you wound up there."

"Yeah," he muttered. "But I wouldn't want you dying over me."

"I didn't," I stated. "So it doesn't matter." I pecked his lips lightly. "There's food and water and a change of clothes in the bags. I'll be back later."

He nodded. "You don't want to eat?" he questioned.

I shook my head, getting to my feet. I had another, more pressing, hunger to attend to.

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Entering the court yard again, I quickly hopped off the horse and watched as two stable boys scrambled towards me to help with the beast.

Good thing it only took one person to take care of the horse.

Good thing that I recognised the blonde boy who hadn't bored me to near-death.

"You take care of the beast," I ordered the redhead as I reached out and lightly groped the blonde's crotch. "You come with me," I added, turning to get to my chamber as quickly as in any way possible.

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