DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of 100% FICTION and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between 2 consenting teenage boys. This story is based 100% off of my IMAGINATION and does NOT reflect the views of the celebrities mentioned. If this type of content offends you or if it is illegal for you to read this type of material, please don't.

What Happened to the Green Fairies?

By Danimpa

Chapter 11

Earldom of Cornwall, England
September, 1397

For the two weeks that had passed since I'd left Brendon in that cave I'd been pushing myself into my training more forcefully than ever.

It seemed that the harder I pushed myself against Matt at the practice court, the harder I pressed myself not to come crawling back again. And honestly, that was probably the hardest part of it because I was worried to no end about Brendon, but I didn't want to see him get sick again. Of course there were other aspects of our time together that I missed, but those were taken care of during the nights as well as I could get them.

This was one of those nights, a servant boy beneath me on my bed as I thrusted repeatedly into him, ignoring the whimpers I received as I pushed myself closer to relief, trying to fool myself into believing that I was enjoying the friction and tightness just as much as I should.

I never heard the door open, but all of a sudden I was lifted up and out of the boy and pretty much just tossed to the other side of the bed.

I looked up and at first I didn't even recognise the intruder, but then the face fell into place beneath the altered hair.

It was almost crew-cut now, no semblance to the half-long hair he'd sported before. The dark eyes were familiar, though, and on fire like so many times before but this time with rage, not passion. "Leave," he growled at the boy who quickly scrambled off the bed, wobbling slightly as he hurriedly pulled on his trousers and took the rest of his clothes in his arms before escaping out the door.

I was still panting and I'd been so close to relief that my member was painfully in need of getting all way there. It was quite hard to ignore, but I managed for a few scattered moments to look into his eyes again. "What... are you doing... here?" I asked, panting deeply.

"I WAS going to cave," he answered harshly, looking at me with something bordering to disgust in his eyes.

I tried to focus, I seriously did, but I think that the blood my brain needed to do that was otherwise occupied. In my nether regions. I don't even remember giving my hand any sort of permission, but it was wandering down anyway.

Brendon grabbed the hand in one smooth motion, his own hand holding tightly onto my wrist as the other one grabbed hold of my remaining one, holding me in check.

I squirmed uncomfortably, my member screaming out for an attention that I couldn't give it as I glared up at him. "What... do you think... you're doing?"

He didn't answer, but the look he sent me back made me momentarily grateful that his hands were occupied with my wrists, because I'm pretty sure he'd have been using them to hit me with otherwise.

As I looked up at him, though, I could see lust already mixing with the rage in his eyes and I had to keep my smirk in check because I was rather sure smirking wouldn't help the situation much.

And suddenly his angry look dissolved and he sighed although still holding my hands in check. "Compromise," he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"I give up on my freedom, you give up on yours," he elaborated. "Think you can handle that, noble boy?"

It went quickly through my clouded mind. If he was here every night I wouldn't need the freedom to bring those boring boys into bed with me, right? But still... it was symbolic in a way, it would mean tying myself more solidly to him than a man was to his wife in the life I knew. And I wasn't sure my pride could allow me to let him have that. "Who do you... think... you are... to ask that?" I got out, my breathing still much too heavy for me to be able to speak completely coherently.

He looked momentarily hurt, but then a smirk grew on his face and he leaned forward, attaching his lips to my neck and sucking for a moment before bending his head further down to slowly, agonizingly slowly, drag his tongue across my erection to be awarded with a loud moan from me. Then he looked up at me, meeting my eyes again. "I'm someone who was outlawed because of you, who cares about you enough to give up the life I've known for you." He paused to smirk slightly before adding, "and who can help you with that," he finished, raising an eyebrow at me.

My mind was running rampid and I was squirming again, the heat in my crotch once again painful. "Fair enough," I finally breathed.

His smirk grew wider and he let go of my hands to quickly work the strings of his breeches and pull them down. Then he crawled into my bed, flipping me over in the process, grabbed my hips and plunged into me.

I grunted at the pain that was really only light after having done this as many times as I had, but was quickly awarded when his next thrust brought him plummeting right into that spot, making me cry out in pleasure as his hand reached out and grabbed my hair forcefully, pulling on it.

That pain I was blind to, though, as I simply pushed back against him repeatedly to match his pace, my mouth hanging open as moans and groans and the occasional whine continued to pour out.

I'd already been close, so it only took another couple of thrusts before I let go over the sheets, groaning loudly.

He didn't stop, kept going while I gradually became hard again, but there was absolutely no gentleness that night. He was still enraged with me and he apparently didn't mind expressing that physically which became obvious when he actually managed to tug out a few strands of my hair before scratching his nails down my back and I'm quite sure he drew blood.

I managed to ignore that, kept pushing back against him as the pleasure built up again as he repeatedly rammed into that spot.

He bit down on my back before finally snaking a hand around me and grabbing my member, tugging and stroking quite a bit more roughly and sloppily than he usually would.

It did the job, though. My arms gave in, my toes curled, my stomach twirled and a loud moan twisted out of my mouth as I let go again, almost simultaniously with the moment his release filled me and he collapsed on my back, breathing hard.

The sudden bite at my ear caused me to let out a yelp and I turned my head in an attempt of seeing him properly. "Can you just let it go now?" I grumbled, waiting impatiently for the moment he'd pull out and give me my freedom of movement back.

"Can you blame me for hating seeing you with someone else?" he returned, finally pulling out and sitting up.

I copied his move, drawing my legs up against my chest as I leaned back against the headboard and looked him in the eyes.

The lust was gone, as was the anger, but I thought I could make out bits of despair mingled into the deep brown.

"You've always known how I am," I answered with a small sigh. "It shouldn't have come as some huge surprise."

"Didn't mean I bloody wanted to see you at it with my own eyes," he muttered, resting his chin on his knees.

"That's why people knock," I stated. "Nobody enters my chambers at this hour without an invite," I added, slowly shaking my head. "Nobody wants to see this side of me."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Come on, you didn't think my parents enjoy having a son who's abnormal?" I asked, gesticulating violently with my arms. I had no idea why this whole thing bothered me so much all of a sudden, but I guess that he'd somehow managed to tap into my most well-hidden side. The side where I wasn't confident or arrogant or carefree, but the side where I was insecure, unloved, misunderstood, broken and hurting. And I couldn't just hide it behind my usual frowning scowl. "Do you think everything about my life is easy?" I added. "Who I am is something to be ashamed of, something that nobody outside of our lands can know about because it would damage my family so." I could feel tears building up in my eyes, still not knowing at all how he'd drawn those well-hidden feelings out of me. I took a deep breath, fighting back the tears as I squeezed my eyes shut.

I heard a bit of shuffling around and a small sigh and all of a sudden his arms were back around me, not damaging like they'd been before, but comforting as I was pulled into a embrace, my face settling against his clothed chest while I let my own arms go around his middle, fingers tangling in his doublet. My body was shaking from the sobs I was holding back and I couldn't believe I was practically crying.

"You're a good man," he muttered. "You're just incredibly good at hiding it."

I gave a small chuckle, but letting out any sort of sound was like breaking the dam and the next moment I was sobbing openly, tears rolling down my face as his hands lightly carressed my back.

"If they can't accept you they don't bloody matter," he mumbled into my hair before moving his hands to my face, tugging it up to look sincerely into my eyes as his thumbs slowly rubbed away the tears. Then he slowly bent down and brushed his lips against mine.

I whimpered slightly at the immediate loss of contact and craned my neck a bit to press my lips back against his, more firmly than he'd done just before.

He smiled into the kiss, one hand shifting to run through my hair as his lips moved against mine, applying and shifting the pressure slightly before he finally ran his tongue over my lower lip.

I opened up immediately, letting his tongue inside as the mere bombardment of sensations made me lightly moan into his mouth.

Gradually, slowly, he lowered me back down to lie on the bed, never breaking the kiss as I habitually spread my legs to get us as close and comfortable as possible.

For a moment I was surprised that we were already at it again, but I wanted nothing more than for him to fill me all over again.

He had that amazing ability to make me forget everything, and at the moment I'd managed to open up for some things inside myself that I needed to forget.

I broke the kiss, lightly panting before I ran my knuckles lightly over his cheek as I looked into his eyes, once again stunned by their deep, dark beauty. "Please," I muttered, repeating words I'd already spoken to him once before. "Please just help me forget."

He nodded, repositioned himself slightly and pushed back inside.


Brendon was still asleep the next morning when I managed to wriggle out of his embrace and leave for my dressing room where I pulled out a change of clothes and put it on, running my hands quickly through my tangled hair to make it reach some semblance of neatness.

When I gave up on doing anything further for my appearance I quickly went out into the hallway, concentrating on walking properly.

Being with Brendon didn't hurt as much physically as it had earlier, but twice in one night still managed to make my legs a bit unpredictable.

Finally reaching my destination, I raised a hand and knocked on my brother's door.

"Come on in," came the immediate answer.

I complied, opening the door and walking inside to the sight of my brother pulling on his shirt with a small smile. I simply chose to ignore the naked kitchen girl who was sleeping on his bed, heading straight for his study instead.

He followed a moment later, shirt and doublet in place this time. "What is it?" he asked.

"I need you to do me another favour," I answered with a small sigh.

"What?" he asked again.

"Convince Father that I could use a valet," I answered, looking up at him.

His eyebrows flew up but his blue gaze remained serene. "We discussed that a year or so ago and you were deadset on never getting one," he stated.

"Well, I can change my mind, can't I?" I asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Suddenly his mouth fell open in shock and he looked at me in disbelief. "You have him here, don't you?" he asked urgently, his voice automatically falling to a much lower volume than it had been before.

I shrugged.

"You do," he stated, gripping my shoulder.

I winced slightly as his fingers dug into one of my scratch-marks, hoping he wouldn't notice because even scratches from somewhere deep within the throes of passion still counted to Matt as hurting me and that didn't better Brendon's chances.

Thankfully he was too preoccupied with the initial surprise to be as observative as he usually was. "That's the stupidest thing you've done in a long time, little brother, and you're pretty much the expert on stupidity."

"He can't stay out there," I muttered. "It's too cold and he kept getting sick."

Matt sighed, shaking his head. "How recognisable is he?"

"Barely at all," I answered. "He's clean...er and he cut his hair shorter. I'm sure nobody but you and me would really be able to recognise him."

My brother bit his lip lightly before rolling his eyes and sighing again. "You owe me so much on this," he finally replied. "I'll make up some way to have known him and tell Father I talked you into hiring him as your valet."

I nodded gratefully.

"What's his name?" he asked, still with a defeated look on his face.

"Urie," I answered. "Brendon Urie."

He was the one to nod this time. "Don't worry, Ry. I'll take care of it."


Matt had insisted on another training session in chain mail that day.

And albeit not as hot and uncomfortable as it had been through the summer, I wasn't feeling very good in it. It weighed me down as much as it always did and my back was already hurting. Not to mention the fact that the more accustomed I got to using a one-hand sword, the more the heavier two-hand one bothered me.

There wasn't a lot to do about it, though, nor a lot of time to ponder it, because the session had already begun and Matt's training sword was zooming towards me at high speed.

I bent my body a bit and put some weight into the block, the loud 'clang' ringing through my head while sparks of dull pain went from my hands and settled in shoulders and spine. I spun around and lashed out against him as hard as I could.

His blade came against mine with a blood-chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine as I pressed my sword against his, my boots digging into the mud beneath me while I tried to hold my own for as long as I in any way could what with his stronger frame and superior technique.

As my arms started to cramp and grow weak he gave a sudden shove, causing me to fall flat back on the ground, wincing as my still semi-sore behind touched down and the mud splashed up on me.

By some miracle the sword was still in my hand and I managed to get back on my feet before Matt's blade touched my throat.

I took a quick leap back, the blade quickly back in place in front of me while sweat mixed with the drops of pouring rain that fell down my face. I was breathing hard and I was soaked through to the skin and now he set in with another attack.

I parried instinctively, but the slam through my arms when the swords made contact made the slippery, mud-stained handle slip out of my hands and fly across the court.

Slowly, almost lazily, my brother raised his sword and laid it gently against my throat.

I quickly held up my hands in surrender.

"You did good," he assured me as he sheathed the blade.

I rolled my eyes lightly and scrambled across the mud to pick up my sword. "Matt, the weather is horrid," I stated. "Can we please stop?"

"No archery?" he asked with a smile.

"We can't see well enough in this weather to aim properly," I answered with a shrug.

He chuckled slightly. "Or you just want to get back to your quarters," he replied teasingly. Then he adopted a more serious look. "Ryan, I don't want this affecting your training. At all."

I nodded. "It won't," I promised before handing him my sword and walking back towards the castle.

I frowned slightly at the pools of water and mud I left behind me as I walked through the corridors, but naturally they'd be gone the next time I walked by so I decided not to care.

Finally I could push the door that led into my quarters open.

"Do you have any idea how bored I am?"

I tured halfway around to face the owner of the voice and let my face crack into a grin.

He did look bored, standing with his hands hanging at his sides and an absolutely pathetic expression on his face.

It was all I could do not to start laughing.

"So now what?" he asked. "Am I expected to take your clothes off and dress you all the time or whatever?"

"The 'taking my clothes off' part you already seem to have down pretty well," I commented dryly. "The rest I'll manage myself. I think Matt is supposed to instruct you on chores and such later," I added.

He rolled his eyes. "Anything to avoid being this bloody bored all day," he grumbled. "Need help?" he added with a sigh.

"You don't have to wait on me," I quickly replied. "On all points that matter we're still the same and still equals." I stretched back my aching arms to try and get to the slippery buckles.

"Sure you don't need help?" he asked again, a chuckle in his voice this time.

"Actually," I answered with a sigh. "I think some help would be good right about now."

He walked to my side and pressed his lips quickly against mine before starting to work with the buckles.

I looked down at his concentrated face, the way he bit his lip and wrinkled his eyebrows until he finally got the hang of it and got the chain mail off me. Which was my signal to quickly place my hands on his face and bring it back up to mine to rectify the less than proper kiss he'd given me earlier.

I knew he was bored, I knew that he perhaps wasn't exactly cut out for this life and that I'd probably end up losing him in the end even if it wasn't to death. But at the moment it didn't matter. At that moment, all was good.


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