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A Night's Tale	By : aerie01 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-A Night's Tale
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“What should have been a routine mission has now been cocked up beyond all recognition,” the knight spat with a sneer, reaching up under his tunic to irritatedly scratch at skin gone sweaty from noonday exertion. “And here we sit, waiting for word that does not come. I fear the worst.”

From atop his horse, the Captain of the Guard sighed and rolled his eyes. “Patience, Richard. It has only been four days. Word will arrive. In the meantime, I plan to enjoy the quiet of the moment, for it is uncertain how long it will last....Christoph, bring my bathing things. I believe a cool dip in the lake and a shave will improve my mood muchly.”

“Yessir...” the young squire said softly, his eyes downcast as he went in search of his knight’s kit bag. But he could feel his heart’s beat quicken in anticipation, and had to fight to keep the smile from his lips.

Till had already dismounted and was securing Akafi’s reins to a tree when Christoph stepped from the bramble. For a moment he watched in silence as his master ran his hands lovingly down the horse’s sleek dark neck. There were few who knew this man as Christoph did, knew of his gentle heart beneath the lion’s frame. At first he had been frightening, with his glowering silences and intense green stare. But as time went on, the master and teacher showed himself to be fair and compassionate despite his intimidating mien, and Christoph attended him with respect...and pleasure.

“Have I told you what the name Akafi means?” Till asked with a deep rumble as he stepped toward Christoph, feeling the youth’s slender fingers reach to remove the capelet of furs around the knight’s massive shoulders.

“No, my lord.”

“...ah, it is a relief to have that off...It is 'eagerness'...in Icelandic. The Icelanders breed a horse that is small of stature but great of spirit and worth celebrating. Perhaps I will take you there some day, so you can see for yourself. Would you like that?”

At the thought of travel to foreign lands, Christoph’s eyes shone with excitement. “Yes I would – very much.”

“Then it will be so.”

Lifting his arms, Till waited for his squire to assist him from the heavy mail hauberk. Later, Christoph would polish it and check for wear and tear, but now he laid it carefully on the ground, understanding the importance of its integrity. Next came the soft linen shirt, leaving Till to stand bare-chested, enjoying the cooling breeze on his skin. Chausses, hose and underlinens followed; Christoph tried not to stare as the masculine beauty of his master -- all powerful, hard muscle -- was revealed, and a shiver of desire arrowed through the squire’s body, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to hide. The blood began to pound in his loins.

Till’s voice was brittle with want, betraying his own desires. “Come, boy.”

After removing his clothes, Christoph followed his knight’s retreating back to the water. Till waded in to mid thigh, but then turned suddenly, surveying his companion’s long limbs and golden skin. He could almost smell the warmth of his slender body. “And do you know what else Akafi means?”

“No, lord.”

“—ardor....”

He cupped Christoph’s face with tenderness and smiled before plunging his mouth down on the squire’s, tasting deeply of his radiant youth. The boy’s kiss was like honey. And he pulled him close, relishing the caress of their chests together as he lost his fingers in the silky black curls, nipping and sucking at his tongue.

Just as it was Christoph’s job to tend to his knight’s horse and armor, so too was his body entrusted to his care. With loving fingers he explored the ridges of biceps and pectoralis, and bowed his head to suckle a nipple until it was budded hard between his lips. Till moaned softly, enjoying the hot, sweet mouth, and congratulated himself on the boy’s skills. Never before had there been anyone like Christoph, so eager, so intelligent and passionate. So beautiful. The knight felt himself swell fully in the cool water, his own passion coming alive. “Yes...yes, boy,” he murmured, his eyes closing in pleasure as a sure hand snaked between his legs and began a delightful massage, the grip firm and expert. Christoph smiled to see his master so entranced. “You have learned well...but perhaps we can both come to completion together, only...where?...ah...”

An exposed, sun-warmed rock was the ideal seat. Till waded to it and pulled himself from the water, next helping Christoph to sit backwards in his lap. With his legs well spread, the young man could hold them both together in his hands. A jolt ran through him. He gasped out, “M-master...!” as he felt Till’s erection, fierce and throbbing, spear up against his own, the skin velvetyhot. Till cooed in his ear, his hands tenderly exploring the squire’s hairless chest, pinching his nipples while he nuzzled and bit the long ropey muscles in his neck, marveling at his fineness.

Christoph could feel the ache growing in his belly. He leaned back against Till’s chest, stroking them harder, faster, his movements becoming frantic with the need for release. He could hear and feel Till’s trembling moans as the older man struggled to hold on, hold back, but it was damn near impossible with this beautiful boy wriggling in his lap, his touch inflaming him beyond endurance. He gritted his teeth and with a low groan, bathed them both in a shower of warm semen, Christoph only seconds behind, his giggles of ecstasy bringing joy to the knight’s heart.

For long moments they lay together with Till’s arms wrapped around Christoph, their bodies trembling with aftershocks. The air was soft, warm with midday heat, and frogs and insects called from the reeds. No human companions had fortunately disturbed their peace.

Christoph was the first to sit up, and he contemplated the knight with a smile. He was being derelict in his duties, for the day was growing late and he had still not helped his master with his toilette. Oh, the image of glistening white lather on that hard chest, and the rivulets of water Christoph would use to wash it away...and maybe when he was done, he would bend and take Till’s thick cock into his mouth, using his lips and tongue to pleasure the knight mercilessly; he knew how much Till enjoyed that.

“What are you daydreaming, my boy?” Till asked softly, running a gentle hand though Christoph’s hair, too contented to move. But...

*****BOOM BOOM BOOM!*****

“What is that?” Christoph looked at Till, confused.

BOOM BOOM BOOM! it thundered again. “Would you two get the fuck out of there?!! The rest of us want to shower too!!!” came the annoyed voice of Flake through the door.

“Shit,” Till muttered, reaching underneath himself to snag the drain plug, letting the water out of the tub. Schneider stretched his coltish long legs and stood, letting down a hand to help his lover up. They shared one last, deep kiss.

“Well, that was fun while it lasted, Sir Lindemann. Rematch when we get to the hotel?”

Till laughed, handing Schneider a towel. “Absolutely. Only I get to be the squire next time.”

“You’ve got a deal!”
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