Erorn Swiftblade's Story

Marcus chuckled, "Of course, whatever the right way is." He wanted to laugh, the way he talked without opening his eyes. Then he realized Erorn must be talking in his sleep. It was kind of cute.

Upon hearing Marcus' words, he opened his eyes slowly and blinked a few times to focus on Marcus' face. He reached his hand out from under the blanket, gently placed it behind Marcus' head and pulled him down close to his face. He pressed his lips against Marcus' and kissed him with real passion. As he pulled away and let go of Marcus' head he smiled up at him. "That's the right way, with your permission, not by force."

Marcus stiffened a bit, but he kissed him back. When he pulled away he almost leaned in more, but decided to just lay next to him and stare up at the stars. "Mmm, who knew Erorn could be so gentle. You okay, though? You look like you are in pain." He asked, turning his head to look his way.

"I have a little headache, but I'll be okay. Is this what you wanted to show me? The stars are beautiful and it's so peaceful up here. But I think the best part is the company." He turned and smiled at Marcus. "I can be very gentle, given the chance. In fact I had an idea if you'd be willing to try sometime, to help with your touching issues, well at least with me touching you."

Marcus bit his bottom lip and looked back at the star. He was nervous, it wasn't like he didn't want to... it was more of keeping Erorn safe and not hurting him. "Sure... I am willing to try if it is you." He blushed. He hated not being the one in charge. He liked when people fell in his hand like clay... like Elwin.

"I'm glad you're willing to try this, but we don't have to do it tonight. For now I'd just like to enjoy being here with you. We can try it in the morning." He smiled snuggling under the blanket as close as he could to Marcus without touching him. If it wasn't for his headache, he'd be sure it was a dream.

Marcus watched the stars. He could hear some carriages below and the sounds of nature. He was calm here. The fact that he was even here with someone was an improvement. Marcus didn't like to have people knowing his secret spots, even his mother didn't know. The warmth from Erorn being so close caught his attention and he turned his head towards him for a bit. Mentally taking a deep breath slide himself under the covers and held his hand. There were tough but soft... and tiny. He chuckled at that. He liked this. The urge was there, but it wasn't bad. He could control it.

He smiled, "You have tiny hands."

Erorn smiled back "And you have a big heart." He gave a gentle squeeze. He turned back to look at the stars and drifted back to sleep as he was feeling so content.

Marcus chuckled softly and watched him go back to sleep. He waited a while before picking him up gently and bringing him back to his room. He let him sleep with him, just because he was too adorable not to watch before falling asleep himself.

Erorn woke up, but didn't realize he was in Marcus' room at first. His headache was gone. "Yeah it was definitely a dream, but what a dream." He smiled to himself before he noticed he wasn't in the guestroom. He turned to his side and saw Marcus passed out in the bed next to him. His smile turned into a huge grin. "He's trying so hard, he deserves a reward." He whispered. "I'm gonna make him breakfast in bed. I hope he doesn't wake up before I finish making it." He went down to the kitchen and began cooking french toast and some bacon. It was easy, but made with love. He put the meal on a tray along with a cup of coffee and walked back up to the room.

Marcus woke up to an empty bed. His heart dropped. He thought he was the one who didn't like to be touched. Maybe he didn't like sleeping in the same bed as someone else. Marcus was about to get up when the door open.

Walking like a small child with a tray of food was Erorn. He chuckled, "I may or may not ruin the moment by saying you look like a little boy... but I find it adorable." In the back of his mind he had hoped none of the servants saw him leaving his room. He was more worried about what would happen to Erorn.

Erorn laughed. "I'm starting to take it as a compliment from you. But if anyone else tries to call me kid, one of us will have to kill them." He set the tray on the night stand before hopping into bed with him on the other side. "I hope you like it, it was a pain to get it made before the servants got there, but don't worry mo one saw me."

Nasir backed his stuff along with some tools before going into the city and renting a carriage to go to the castle. He had planned all night for what he was going to tell Marcus and what exactly he was going to do to these guys. He hadn't told anyone he was leaving, he knew they would try to stop him or want to know why. Roshia would have willingly gone, but she was pregnant for his or Rowan's baby... and he couldn't put her in that kind of harm. As the ride stretched out he thought over and over about what exactly he was going to do to them. He was so angry.

The carriage pulled up at the front of the castle where two guards came forward. What do you want with the king? One asked. He was shorter than him, like most people.

"It is the prince I need to talk to." He said. They looked him over.

What do you need to speak to the prince for?

Nasir was getting annoyed. "A private matter."

You can wait in the entrance while one of us gets him.

Nasir didn't even fight them on it and walked in.

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Marcus was eating, and occasionally feeding and teasing Erorn when there was a knock on his door. Marcus froze for a moment before gently grabbing Erorn's hand hand moving him over to a room connected to his. It was a small nook area, but people by the door couldn't see that way. "Shh, I will be right back." He whispered and kissed his forehead before getting dressed and walking out of his room and closing the door behind him. "This better be good." He said sternly.

There is a very tall blond elven man wanting to speak to you about private matters.

Marcus already knew who they were talking about. He could see Nasir towering over one of the other guards when they walked into the entrance room. "Nas, my man. How are you?."

Nasir smiled, "Hello, Marcus. I am sorry to bug you so early, but I need to speak to you in private about some important and personal issues." Marcus knew that look. Something bad happened. He ushered Nasir to his room and told the guards his personal guard was in the next room and to leave his hall.

When they walked in Marcus went up to Erorn and smiled. "This is a good friend of mine. This is Elwin's brother, Nasir." He turned to Nasir. Nasir said his hellos. "Nasir this is Erorn. May he stay?"

Nasir nodded, "Whatever we speak about doesn't leave this room, got it?" They both nodded.

They took their seats and Nasir began. "Someone dear to me has told me some stuff that had happened to her about nine or ten years ago. I know it is kind of late to seek justice, but justice wasn't served. My friend was... uhm..." He tried to find a different word to use. "sexually assaulted by five guys. Her father tried to get them, but their families have all moved to the kingdom. She was only fourteen, Marcus. These guys were around eighteen... if not older. What I plan on doing... I am going to need your help. I know... I know it is risky, but it needs to be done. I need to know that these men aren't out there anymore and doing harm on someone else... or ever return to the islands." Marcus saw the look in his eyes. He was scared, angry, and desperate.

"I can't have things like this go unpunished in my land. I believe that you. I know you can tell if someone was lying to you. So what is it you need me to do for you?" He asked. He hoped Erorn didn't think we was a monster after this.

Nasir nodded, "I have their names. I need access to records to see where they stay and a place that is secluded and around no one so I can get them there. It isn't going to be pretty, Marcus."

Marcus shook his head, "I can let you have access to the records... and I know a place. I don't want what you are going to do to be pretty. I want these men to beg for death. What are their names?"

"Harrison Teslin, James Carson, Abram J.Payne, Virgil Snider, and Vincent Crane. Vincent Crane is the leader. They did all this because he asked to court her and she said no. My blood is boiling. All I know is that them and their families have moved here after the incident." He gripped the arms of the chairs.

Marcus nodded, "You can stay here until I get that place set up for you. I have another room in my hallway you can stay." Nasir thanked him and Marcus ushered him to his room before coming back. He looked at Erorn, his face softening. "I hope you don't think of me as a monster... or rather more of a monster than I already am. I trust him, though... and you know how hard it is for me to trust anyone."

"I don't think you're a monster, I never have. Misunderstood and definitely you have some anger issues, but you're not a monster." He spoke with a calm and gentle voice. "I want to help you though. What these guys did is unforgivable. What can I do to help, it doesn't have to be in a physical capacity, but I want to do something."

Marcus covered his mouth gently with his hand, "I get you like this honest thing, I really do, but somethings I can do without hearing." He smiled and took a seat. "As for you doing anything... I don't know if I want you really involved. It is risky and I rather you not go down for anything. Plus Harper is about to be here any day now." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Marcus was used to the busy life of a prince, but everything that was going on had to be covered up with something. He looked up at Erorn who was staring down at him. He looked so innocent and child like, Marcus looked away. "If you want to help... I can send you with Nas to gather the men and you can help him set up in that private place. Other than that... you stay here."

Erorn could see that Marcus was worried about him. He wasn't used to that, no one ever really cared enough to worry about him before. He found it endearing and sweet. "I'll stay here. You're right, Harper should be he any day now and we need a good cover for that. But since I'm staying here, how would you like to work on you allowing me to touch you?"

Marcus tensed in his chair, "Do we have to work on my problems right now? Do you even like women, Erorn? How about we work on your lying game? Yeah?" He smiled before getting up and ruffling his hair.

"Well, I've never really been attracted to them so far, but you never know, there may be a girl out there for me." He said as seriously as he could, just to make Marcus a little jealous. "Who knows, maybe this Harper will be the one." He finally chuckled. "But in all seriousness, I know how to play it straight. Not a single man in the royal guard or the army found out about my ...preferences."

Marcus smirked, "From what I gathered, Harper is a strict to chick kind of gal and you... my sweet friend do not look like the ladies man type." He walked to the window and looked out. He wanted to keep an eye out to see if Harper would be getting there today. A thought dawned on him and he had to hold back his laugh. He looked evilly over his shoulder. "You know... you are going to have to get her pregnant, right?" He was in the mood to tease.

"That's nothing that can't be achieved with a cup and a spoon." Erorn smirked. "And I think it'd be you who got the raw end of that deal. After all I thought you wanted to be my first. It'd be a shame if I found out I liked women better than men and you never got the chance." He taunted.

Marcus busted out into laughter. He was not expecting that from him. He had to hold onto the window so not to fall over. It seemed like he would never catch his breath when he turned around and looked at Erorn, all innocent. Marcus couldn't hold back and began laughing again. It took a few more minutes to calm down. "Well then... going to have to hide the spoons and cups." He sat down and rubbed his eyes. "I like women, you know?" He said in a little more of a serious tone.

Erorn's heart sank just a little bit when he said that. He knew that Marcus cared for him, but it meant that at some point Marcus could have a longing for something physical that Erorn couldn't give him. He tried to hide the sting from that and hoped his expression didn't give him away. "Well, you like me too, so I can live with that." He smiled. "It'll make things easier for you to conceive a successor to the throne."

Marcus saw the look on his face. He had hurt him, but he had to know. "I do like you. A little close to a lot." He smiled softly, hoping to make up for his stupidity. He chuckled, "Do I honestly look a daddy material? I am nothing like my parents..." He said softly.

"Close to a lot, huh?" He cheered up a little bit at that confirmation. You can me my daddy anytime. His mind raced to places it shouldn't be going. "Well, looks can be deceiving." He mused. "I've really only met your father, but I've never seen him interact with you."

Marcus was happy that he was smiling again. "I get where my father is coming from, I really do. It is just... sometimes I wonder if he cares more about the kingdom... If... and I know that won't be an if for long... but if I am a father... I..." He coughed, "Anyway, thanks for breakfast, who knew you could actually cook?" He joked.