The Joust

A gay story: The Joust The Knight pulled his destrier to a halt, the sounds of crying and pleas for clemency reaching his ears. He glanced back to the wagon that followed him. Ratafian was already leaping down, the thin, black-clad man reaching for the knives he wore at his belt before vanishing into the trees that lined the road. The Knight nodded, Ratafian would cut off the corner and emerge close by the melee. He urged his horse to a canter, his wagon following, to growl angrily at the sight before him.

Another Knight sat astride his horse laughing at the sight of a small figure being whipped by one of his retinue. Thin arms tried to protect an auburn-topped head whilst a leather belt connected with narrow shoulders and unprotected legs.

“Hold fast, Sir Edmund, just what did the little one do to merit such punishment?”

“Impudent whelp dared touch my stirrup, begging,” Edmund replied, his lip curling with disgust at the thought of the small, dirty hand clutching at him as he had passed.

“I suggest your man rejoins your entourage and you continue to the tourney, Sir Edmund,” Ratafian growled as he pressed one of his knives against the ribs of the man looming over the petit, sobbing figure.

“Sir Edmund?” the man queried, glancing nervously at the long, wicked blade.

“Enough,” The Knight waved a hand dismissively. “You are not one of us and never will be,” the Knight sneered. “You are too soft, Radley, and that will be your undoing. Back to the wagon,” he added to his man. “Let us be away from here.”

Radley remained on his horse until the other Knight had fully rounded the corner in the road, waiting for the sounds of horses and wagon to fade and then dismounted to join Ratafian. As he approached he stopped and stared. He had thought the victim to be a young maiden, but instead it was a youth. A young man with the face of an angel stood, still weeping, in Ratafian’s arms. Radley stepped forward slowly, almost afraid that the stranger would sprout wings and ascend. Now that he was standing, Radley could see that the young man was small and slim, almost too slim, dressed in cream hose and a dark-red shift that seemed to accent pale skin and auburn curls.

“What are you called?” Radley asked, girding the armour around his heart. He had two good friends, he did not need further, nor did he need more heartbreak.

“My name is Sebastian,” the young man said softly. He took his first good look at his unexpected rescuers. The man who still had an arm around him was a couple of inches taller than, and almost as slender as, Sebastian himself. His hair was straight, reaching his shoulders and as dark as a raven’s wing, his eyes were a warm, rich brown and he had a thin wispy moustache adorning his upper lip. At the sound of the other man’s voice, Sebastian turned and was stunned by the sight. The Knight was tall and broad. His face clean-shaven with a small dimple in his chin, his hair a rich chestnut and he had eyes as blue and clear as a summer’s day. Sebastian was certain he had never seen a more handsome, virile man.

“Edmund said you were begging,” Ratafian prompted.

“My mother still ails from a recent fever,” Sebastian said, sorrow replacing shock. “I did work as a potboy, but the innkeeper wanted me to offer…more to the patrons and I said ‘no’ so he threw me out. I needed to buy herbs from the apothecary and when I told him about losing my job, he…he came to an arrangement with me…”

Ratafian hugged the young man tightly as wracking sobs shook the small frame.

“Find out later,” Radley murmured to his man, receiving a nod. “I could use an extra pair of hands,” he lied, easing the young man from Ratafian’s embrace. “I am Sir Radley, this is my man-at-arms, Ratafian and driving our wagon is Ox.”

Sebastian looked over to where an enormous shaven-skulled, man sat smiling.

“Is the little angel to ride with Ratafian and me?” Ox called.

Radley could not help but think Ox’s description of the youth very apt. Common sense told him to send the auburn beauty to the wagon and he dimly wondered where the words he spoke came from.

“With you and Ratafian arguing over space and snoring, all the way to the Lists? I do not wish to drive him away. Sebastian can ride with me.” Radley ignored the look from Ratafian and escorted the smaller man to his horse. “This is Sampson and Delilah pulls the wagon,” Radley said, pointing first at his huge, bay war-horse and then at the grey mare. His eyes narrowed as he gauged whether Sebastian would even reach high enough to place a foot in the stirrup.

“You mount, Radley, I will help the little angel,” Ox laughed seeing the look of dismay on the pretty young man’s face. He waited for his friend to settle himself in his saddle, easing back a little to create some space in which to seat the smaller man.

Sebastian could not help the squeal that escaped as huge hands grasped firmly at his hips and lifted him as easily as if he had been just a child. As he was raised by Ox, Radley’s arm snaked about his waist, settling him in front of the magnificent male. He gripped the saddle’s pommel, attempting to stop his shaking, praying that it had gone unnoticed.

“Neither I nor Sampson will let you fall, little angel,” Radley whispered feeling the lithe body tremble. He took the reins in one hand, coving the younger man’s hands with his other, and urged his horse forward. They need not rush for one of the ‘better’ places in which to erect their pavilion. They preferred to keep some distance. Edmund was right to some extent. Radley was not one of ‘them’ and was proud that he had earned his Knighthood. He sent a silent prayer that he would earn enough from this joust to be able to return home.

****

The Lists was, in fact, the field close by to the castle on which the tournament was to take place. Sebastian helped as best he could to erect the pavilion, the tent in which they would live for the tourney’s duration, with Ox and Ratafian. He was sorry to see that Radley had already disappeared to speak to the Lord holding the tourney, Sir Allard. The tournament was a Joust a Plaisance and would therefore have one overall winner determined through contests. However, Sebastian was aware that they were, as yet, days away. The morrow was the last day for all the Knights competing to assemble. Then there was to be the Vespers Tourney, for the younger Knights and their squires to demonstrate their skills. Then there was the Opening Day Procession, then the display of helms and then the selection of the ‘Chevalier d’honneur’. It would therefore be several days before Radley actually began to joust.

“Come with me, little angel,” Ratafian’s softly spoken words shook Sebastian from his reverie. He trotted meekly behind the older man as they wandered into the woods. “I know this place,” Ratafian threw over his shoulder. “There is a river down here.” Ratafian took Sebastian to where the water bubbled loudly over some rocks and they sat in silence for several minutes, the older man clearly ensuring no one had followed. “Now tell me about this apothecary and innkeeper. You can trust me, Sebastian. Naught you say will shock me or cause me to abandon you. I swear it.”

Ratafian listened in growing anger as he heard that the innkeeper had wanted Sebastian to offer his body to ‘selected clients’. How the ‘arrangement’ with the apothecary was for the young man to pose naked in return for the herbs Sebastian needed for his mother and yet seemed not to have helped in strengthening her. He was not, however, surprised to find that it was not ladies that turned Sebastian’s head.

“I have been so careful, Ratafian,” Sebastian whispered. “Yet these men, could they see something of me I thought hidden?”

“No, little angel,” Ratafian sighed. “These are just evil men trying to take advantage of one who is vulnerable and beautiful. Have no fear amongst us, Sebastian. We are aware of such feelings and they are more common than you might think. You are safe, little angel. Now, I have some experience with herb lore. Let us tell Ox where we are going and visit your mother.”

****

Sebastian’s home was a small cottage on the outskirts of the town and Ratafian admired its neat and clean appearance. There were many examples of fine needlecraft, the profession of Sebastian’s mother, which added to the homely feel. He could see not a speck of dust as he wandered to check the contents of the pantry. He was not surprised to see it almost empty. It would explain Sebastian’s thinness and the desperation of the young man. He turned at Sebastian’s cough.

“My mother will see you, Ratafian,” Sebastian said. “Please do not let her know we are so poorly off,” he begged. “She still sews from her bed and I do not want her taxing herself.”

“It will all be well soon, little angel. I promise,” the older man vowed.

Ratafian could see where Sebastian had inherited his looks. His mother’s red hair was restrained in a long plait. A dusting of freckles adorned both, too-pale cheeks, but where the youth’s eyes were blue, the lady’s were hazel. He sketched an elaborate bow, seeking to put both mother and son more at ease.

“Master Ratafian, you are welcome. Sebastian says he is working with your Knight and you have some experience with herbs that might help my recovery,” the lady said, her voice quiet and well-modulated.

“Indeed, Mistress Fitzroy,” Ratafian smiled. He glanced at the unfinished cup of tea at the lady’s side. “May I?” he asked. At the nod, he sniffed at the liquid and frowned. Unseen by Sebastian, but not his mother, he dipped his finger in the remnants and tasted it. His frown deepened.

“Sebastian, please fetch me some water.”

Ratafian turned surprised eyes on the woman in the bed as the young man hurried to do as his mother had bidden.

“I hear him cry in his room,” she said as he left. “I know something is wrong. Master Ratafian, please tell me.”

“This tea will not aid your recovery, Mistress. The apothecary has…taken advantage of Sebastian, but I assure you that will cease.” He glanced at the hand that grasped desperately at his own.

“Has he been…hurt?” the red-head asked, sagging with relief at the shake of Ratafian’s head. She met his gaze levelly. “My instincts are good. Take care of him, Ratafian, I implore you.”

“Do not worry, Mistress, you will soon be well and I swear that I shall take care of Sebastian as if he were my own son.”

“I believe you. Please, call me Miriam. I would like to think of you as a friend.”

Despite her pallor, the smile, so like Sebastian’s, gave Ratafian insight to the beauty the lady truly was.

“Thank you, Miriam,” the dark man smiled.

****

Firstly, Ratafian took Sebastian into the town to buy food to stock up his larder. He insisted that Sebastian accept it without argument for the sake of the recovery of his mother which effectively quelled any further demur from the young man. Returning to the house, the men quickly had a wholesome stew bubbling in the hearth and then Ratafian wanted to visit the apothecary.

Sebastian was not permitted to go into the back room with the two men. However, the obsequious, odious apothecary was a different man when they came out. His face was as pale as chalk and his eyes wide and frightened. Sebastian glanced at Ratafian. The warm, brown orbs he associated with the thin man were like chips of obsidian and the younger man prayed that look was never directed at him. Ratafian carried a bag of herbs which he assured Sebastian would be much better in aiding his mother in regaining her strength.

Returning home, Sebastian was delighted when his mother claimed to feel well enough to leave her bed to eat with them downstairs. At Ratafian’s insistence, he and the dark man had eaten sparsely, but the young man was overjoyed to see Miriam eat well. He smiled happily at Ratafian and Miriam after the meal was concluded as he scurried to his room to collect a change of clothes and a cloak for staying out at the Lists with the Knights and their squires.

“I will not tell him the tea was useless,” Ratafian promised Miriam. “That will remain our secret.”

“You have a good heart, Ratafian. I am happy to entrust Sebastian into your care, although I will miss his presence here.”

“I am ready,” Sebastian said, returning downstairs. He hugged and kissed Miriam. “I shall miss you, Mama,” he whispered. This was going to be his first time away from his home.

“And I you. But I know Ratafian will take care of you.” She escorted them to her door. “Fare well, Sebastian.” She gave her son one final kiss and then turned to the dark-clad man. “Fare well, Ratafian,” she murmured.

“We will come back as often as we are able, Miriam,” Ratafian vowed. He blinked at the slim woman as she extended her hand to him. He clasped it gently and raised it to his lips.

“I look forward to seeing you both,” she smiled.

****

Ratafian’s step was jaunty as he and Sebastian returned to their pavilion. It was already getting dark and torches were lit, eating and music still ongoing at the Lists. Ratafian insisted Sebastian snag some of the roasted meat available and they sat and ate as they listened to the musicians.

“It has been a long day,” the older man yawned, a busy day and a full belly making him drowsy. “Radley and Ox will want to sleep. They must have already retired.”

Sebastian duly followed to their pavilion, a bright, red tent set somewhat aside from the others.

“About time,” Ox groused from where he sat on a pallet on the floor, his smile belying his words. “Radley, where is the little angel to sleep?”

“So long as you do not mind sharing, Sebastian, you can sleep with me,” the Knight replied.

Sebastian’s mouth was suddenly dry. The older man had stripped off his tunic to just wear hose and shift. At the ‘v’ of the shift’s neck, he could see dark hair. Shakily he removed his own outer jacket, leaving him similarly attired. He lay down on the pallet, his body almost rigid, praying he would not embarrass himself. It was one thing for Ratafian to say these men would understand, but he was not sure how they would react if his body betrayed his attraction to the handsome Knight. Despite his fears, however, the strain of the recent events and eating heartily quickly had him deeply asleep.

Radley avariciously eyed the young man’s shift, a part of him that he refused to heed, wishing he could touch the skin the clothing hid. He turned away from the auburn beauty, not wanting his treacherous body to frighten the youth away. He was already half-hard and all Sebastian had done was lie next to him. However, when Sebastian whimpered softly, caught in the embrace of a bad dream, the older man quickly gathered the slumbering form to his chest. He smiled tenderly as Sebastian instantly settled, nestling close to lay his head on Radley’s shoulder. The Knight gave a mental shrug. He was simply tending to a friend. That was all.

****

“Ratafian, might I have a word with you?” Sebastian asked. “At the river?”

The older man knew to simply sit and wait for Sebastian to speak as they took their places where the river was at its loudest.

“Have I offended Sir Radley in some way?” Sebastian finally asked. “I wake in his arms, although I have no memory of moving and, although he still lets me share the pallet, he seems to avoid me for the rest of the day. I know you said I was, um, safe with you all, but with Sir Radley, I do not understand what is happening.”

“In what way, little angel?” Ratafian asked. He was well aware of the ‘condition’ both men awoke in each morning, the way Radley dealt with it and how he was purposely avoiding spending time alone with the auburn beauty. He was beginning to get more than a little irritated with his stubborn friend, but would not act until certain of Sebastian’s feelings.

It had been five days since the young man had come into their lives. He knew Sebastian and Radley gazed longingly at each other when they thought themselves unobserved. The youth’s hesitancy was understandable and betrayal and loss weighed on Radley’s heart. However, Ratafian was now of the opinion that Radley needed to begin behaving more honourably towards Sebastian. To either tell him there was nothing between them, which was a lie, or to speak honestly from his heart.

“I feel my heart race and my breathing quicken when he is near. My stomach seems to flutter. And I find,” he stopped, blushing crimson. “I find that my manhood behaves most inappropriately when we are close.” Sebastian dropped his head. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment even though he was certain he could trust Ratafian.

“What do you feel, little one?”

“I feel as though my heart could fly when he smiles at me and it feels crushed when he is distant. I dream of him holding me, kissing me, sometimes I feel as though I ache for just a word from him. There are times I awake in his arms and am so certain he will kiss me, yet he does not. Am I being foolish? Would a man of Radley’s standing have any interest in one such as me?”

“Radley was born a farmer’s son. The first time we went to the Holy Land to fight he saved some trapped Knights during a skirmish with no thought of his own safety. As fate would have it, one of those he saved was a favourite of the King and Radley was rewarded for his bravery and selflessness. That is how he became knighted. Radley has suffered betrayal and loss and has armoured his heart against love, saying friendship is enough. But as much as Ox and I love him and will always be there for him, the one companionship I am certain he longs for, we cannot provide.” He stopped and gave Sebastian a sad smile.

“Furthermore, whilst on our last campaign, some of the hereditary Knights, who think Radley an upstart, enticed his brother Matthew into card playing. There is a large debt outstanding, mostly to Sir Edmund. That is why Radley must win the joust. If he loses here, he will need to take part in another and pray he has enough money to pay a further instalment to Edmund to stave him off. Do you feel comfortable to massage Radley on your own this afternoon?” he suddenly asked.

“I…I think so,” Sebastian said hesitantly, the question taking him by surprise. The thought of touching the older man, with no chaperone, had his wilful manhood instantly behaving badly.

“Then I will speak to Radley and you and he will talk later. Be brave, little one,” Ratafian added, drawing the younger man into a hug. “Radley is a good man. I am sure your feelings are returned.”

****

In the same way as the two previous days, Radley threw off his shift to lie and await his massage. This time he knew Sebastian would come alone and it had his libido almost standing to attention. With a grunt he adjusted his manhood, willing it into acquiescence. Almost.

“Are you ready, my Lord?” Sebastian’s voice floated over on a cool breeze as the young man entered the tent.

“I look forward to it, little angel,” Radley replied.

Without the distraction of Ratafian’s voice advising how to rub the stiffness out of his muscles, Radley slipped into a dream-like state as gentle hands rubbed and soothed. He began to remember the times with another, where he would be massaged before their bodies were shared more intimately. His hips began to grind into the pallet as his dreams became more vivid, moving in time to the soft hands caressing his skin. He groaned as he pressed harder, the ache in his groin becoming more demanding.

“Are you well, my Lord?” A voice reached through his sensual haze.

“Aye, Stephen,” Radley husked. A soft sound of distress reached his ears just seconds before cold air hit his skin. With a groan, Radley scrambled to his feet. As he reached the pavilion’s flaps, Ratafian was already there, his face angry.

“What did you do?” he growled.

“I forgot myself. I called him ‘Stephen’. I did not mean to hurt him.”

“I warned you, Radley,” Ratafian rasped.

“And I was going to talk to him, I swear. But he relaxed me too well. It reminded me of times past when Stephen would massage me.”

“Is it Sebastian your heart desire, Radley or would any warm body have sufficed?” Ratafian asked. He saw Radley’s hand reach for where his sword would normally hang, the bigger man’s face darkening with anger. “I will not see the boy hurt. He is an innocent and he has fallen hard for you. If you do not return those feelings…”

“I do,” Radley groaned, his hand dropping to his side. “May God forgive me for the way I have behaved, but I do. He may only have been with us a few days, but it is as though he has always been with us. I love his smile, the sound of his voice. I feared to face my desires in part because I could scarce believe he would care for me and in part because if I lose this joust, I will have to take part in another or forfeit my castle. Help me, Ratafian, please.”

“Oh, Radley,” Ratafian sighed. “Although you have loved you have never been in love and the two are quite, quite different. Wait here. I will find and speak to Sebastian.”

Ratafian had little trouble tracking Sebastian to where he stood, tears falling soundlessly, by the riverbank where they talked together.

“Come here, Sebastian,” Ratafian whispered and gathered the silently weeping youth into his arms. “Stephen is no rival for your attention. He died before we last left the Holy Land. He was bright and beautiful and Radley was as captivated as others before and as others would have been again. He was not for settling down and being faithful to just one. Radley was a Knight with standing and wealth and Stephen liked that. He also wished to travel and so came with us on our last campaign. He survived the battle only to die of a fever.” His kissed Sebastian’s brow easing the slender form from his body to look into the tear-filled eyes.

“I warned you that Radley has been reluctant to care for anyone since. He was betrayed during our first campaign and suffered loss in the second and these weighed heavily upon him. He was taken by surprise at how quickly you breached his defences to touch his heart. Loneliness gnaws on his soul and he feared you might not care as much for him as he does for you. I should just knock your heads together,” Ratafian added.

A shocked, choked, snuffle had the older man smiling softly as Sebastian rubbed away fallen tears to look into Ratafian’s eyes.

“I…I love him, Ratafian,” Sebastian sniffed. “Are you sure he feels the same?”

“Very sure. Now wash your face and let us return.”

Sebastian obeyed the older man and allowed himself to be meekly led back to the pavilion. He could see Radley sitting outside, having donned his shift, his distraught face brightening with hope as they came into sight.

“Wait here a few minutes,” Ratafian ordered as Radley surged to his feet and looked at Sebastian.

Radley did not know what to say and it seemed Sebastian was just as tongue-tied. Both looked with relief as Ratafian finally exited the pavilion, calling Ox’s name.

“Yes, Ratafian?” the big man asked as he lumbered over.

“I want you to sit here. I need to stretch my legs and will walk a while around the tent. No one is to disturb Radley and Sebastian whilst they talk and resolve things between them. Now you two are to go inside and be honest with each other. And, Radley, mind what I have told you,” he added, nodding at Sebastian’s back as the younger man slipped inside first.

****

Inside the pavilion, Sebastian had stopped and was staring. Radley joined him in his appraisal. There were a couple of lamps on the ground by their pallet. They were not their usual practical lamps, but ones decorated with coloured glass which gave the tent an opulent glow. The brazier burned warmly, adding heat as well as light. Finally, incense was thick in the air. To Radley, the lighting and the scent of damask rose spoke of love and seduction. The Knight shook his head, smiling. Ratafian seemed to think of everything. He knew he had to let his heart speak.

“Do you find me desirable, Sebastian?” Radley asked, turning to the young man at his side. His eyes were as hard as chips of diamond, the blue as sharp as honed steel. “Is there more between us than mere attraction?”

“I do, my Lord,” Sebastian replied. “I…I also find myself feeling things for you that I have never felt for another. I…I love you.”

The last words were so softly spoken that Radley could scarcely believe he had heard them. The younger man’s head had dropped, hiding his exquisite beauty. Radley tipped it up with his finger to gaze deep into sapphire depths.

“Ratafian, he…he explained about Stephen,” Sebastian whispered, his eyes searching Radley’s face and alighting with hope at what they saw; warmth, affection and another emotion that Sebastian dare not, as yet, give a name.

“By all that is Holy, Sebastian, I love you, too,” Radley said hoarsely. “I beg your forgiveness for speaking another’s name. Let me show you ’tis you and only you that I love.”

The quietly spoken words were all it had taken to set ablaze the tinder of Radley’s need. He pulled Sebastian close, caressing the auburn curls and wrapping an arm around the slim waist allowing himself the luxury of touching what he had desired. Their lips finally met and Radley felt himself consumed by the heat of his need, its fire burning through his body as he possessed the young man’s sweet mouth. The feeling of rightness he felt holding Sebastian amazed the older man. This was something he had not experienced before. He tightened his grip and licked at the full lips, requesting they part. He rumbled approvingly, deep in his chest, as his tongue pushed into Sebastian’s mouth. He explored and tasted every nuance growling as Sebastian’s tongue slid tentatively to caress his own. The hesitancy reminded him of Ratafian’s warning.

“Sebastian?” Radley whispered, their lips still touching. “Am I your first?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Sebastian said softly. “I am chaste.”

The older man felt heat rush through him at the innocent confession. It was one thing for Ratafian to have warned him, another to hear it said with such honesty from the young man he held. Trust shone from Sebastian’s lapis lazuli orbs and Radley wanted to merit that trust. He could feel his lance throb, already hard from the single kiss, but banked down his desire. He had to think of Sebastian, of the enormous gift that was in his arms. The younger man may offer himself willingly but he was an innocent, a virgin in every sense.

By contrast, Radley was an experienced and skilled lover but in truth, as he thought back, Ratafian was right once again. He had never been in love. Not even with Stephen. This was so much more, so different from anything else. Here it was about giving rather than taking. He had to take his time, patience and care at the forefront of his mind, because this young man was special. Radley ran his knuckles down the soft skin of Sebastian’s cheek and traced the outline of his lush lips with a gentle fingertip. He smiled and replaced his finger with his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the alluring lips.

The Knight could scarcely believe that this was happening. That he was here with an earth-bound angel in his arms who loved him. He gave in to the temptation of the sinfully succulent lips once more, taking them in a kiss that left both men breathless. Radley trailed his fingers through the curls at Sebastian’s neck. The young man’s breathing growing apace as Radley nuzzled closer and he could see the pulse at the exposed throat fluttering as Sebastian’s heart raced.

“You do not fear me, do you?” he asked softly, his eyes searching the beautiful visage.

“Never, my Lord, though I am nervous. I wish to please you and know naught of lovemaking.”

“Just having you here, in my arms, pleases me,” Radley murmured. Even this was beyond what he could ever have wished for. He slid his hand up the loose shift Sebastian wore to stroke a hand down the satiny skin of Sebastian’s back. He licked at an ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through the supple body. He pressed soft kisses to a cheek, then down Sebastian’s throat before moving back up to the other ear. Sebastian breathed a moan and Radley took his lips once more, allowing the kiss to deepen in intensity until their tongues were wrapped together in an intricate embrace. Radley carefully lowered Sebastian fully onto their pallet. The young man’s mouth was reddened and kiss-swollen and Radley bent down to taste more of the honeyed sweetness.

“Oh, my Lord,” Sebastian murmured. He was beyond words, almost beyond thinking and could not express the feelings the intimacy invoked. He watched as Radley removed his shift and then sat up at the gentle insistence and allowed his own to be removed before settling once more at Radley’s side.

Sebastian’s chest was hairless and as smooth as silk, his alabaster skin shimmering in the light from the lamps. Radley trailed his hand lightly across Sebastian’s collarbones. He kissed and licked a teasing path to first one hard nipple and then the other. He heard a startled gasp and looked up to see Sebastian staring at him with wide eyes.

“Feel good, angel?” Radley asked, leaning down to lick to each juicy nubbin once again.

“Yes, my Lord,” Sebastian moaned.

As Radley lapped at Sebastian’s nipples, he could see the young man’s member straining against the flimsy fabric of his hose. He suckled more insistently at the proud peaks, smiling victoriously as he watched the still-hidden manhood twitch in concert with each movement of his tongue.

Sebastian tentatively touched Radley’s skin. It was one thing to have rubbed oil into Radley’s back, but another entirely to be free to touch more intimately. There were white marks, scars from Radley’s battles and Sebastian’s heart ached in empathy for what the older man must have endured. He looked up as he trailed his fingertips through the thick hair of Radley’s chest.

“You are so masculine,” he whispered. “So magnificent.”

“What is wrong?” Radley asked, pulling Sebastian to him, as the touches seemed to falter. His skin seemed more alive under the small fingers and he felt bereft as they lifted from his body.

“You look how a man should, whereas I am, just me,” Sebastian murmured.

“Look at me, Sebastian,” Radley instructed softly and the young man obeyed. “You are beautiful. Do you know what I thought when I first saw you? I thought you were an angel fallen to Earth. There is nothing I would change of you.” Radley’s reward for the honest, heart-felt words was a smile that seemed to light up their tent.

He kissed the full mouth and stroked the smooth chest. As his hands moved lower and brushed across the soft belly Sebastian began to sigh and moan. Despite the layer still between them, Radley could swear he felt the heat of Sebastian’s organ. He slowly pulled his mouth away, peppering tiny kisses to Sebastian’s cheeks and neck before dipping lower to cover satin-soft skin with butterfly touches. Sebastian was writhing rhythmically, breathing breathy moans. The Knight placed his hand at the waistband of Sebastian’s hose. He slid his hand inside, stroking Sebastian’s lightly-furred groin, before lowering the material to free the tumescent organ within. The slender shaft arched towards Radley’s hand and the older man obeyed its silent command, encircling it firmly. Sebastian responded with a cry and a thrust and Radley knew the innocent young man would not last.

He kissed Sebastian again and began to stroke the hard rod firmly, swirling his thumb in the liquid-diamond droplets weeping freely from the tip. It did not take long. It was but mere seconds before the combination of Sebastian’s inexperience and arousal and Radley’s skill made the young man spurt. His cries of completion were muted by Radley’s lips and tongue. The older man soothed the pulsating flesh through its completion before carefully licking Sebastian clean. He pulled the hose back up, coving Sebastian’s nudity.

As the younger man lay boneless, barely aware of what was taking place, Radley straddled the slender form He roughly shoved his own hose down enough to free his rampant member. He wrapped Sebastian’s hand around it, encircling his own around both, and pumped vigorously. There was no finesse, just the need for quick release. He spurted over the youthful chest, groaning through clenched teeth as his body jerked to send droplets of his release to glint like gems against the young man’s skin. He rubbed his cream into the recumbent body before aiding a somnambulant Sebastian into his shift.

Hastily donning his own, he strode to the tent flaps and peered through. Ox still sat unmoving outside. Ratafian appeared as if he had been circling their pavilion. Which, knowing Ratafian, was likely to be what the thin man had been doing. Radley nodded to his self-appointed guardians and they slowly made their way inside. The incense was still heavy in the air, masking any other scent. As Radley moved to rejoin the slumbering Sebastian, Ratafian tended the brazier and Ox lay down on the pallet he shared with the thin man.

“You and the little angel are good for each other,” Ox said as he settled.

Ratafian and Radley exchanged glances. It was rare for the big man to make such proclamations. They smiled at each other. Things were going from good to better.

****

Sebastian sat on the pallet he had become so accustomed to sharing with Radley. He missed the Knight’s warmth and solidity and felt bereft without the older man to lie with. It amazed him to think just how quickly Radley had become essential in his life. He sighed quietly, but not quietly enough.

“Not able to sleep, Sebastian?” Ratafian’s voice floated over. “It will be a bit of a squeeze, but you can share with us, if Ox promises not to roll over and crush us.” The older man hoped to lighten the younger man’s mood. It had not gone unnoticed how melancholy Sebastian had been without Radley to tend.

“I would not hurt the little angel,” Ox huffed. “He can sleep with us.”

“I am sorry if I disturbed you,” Sebastian murmured. “I just cannot settle.”

Ratafian smiled as he watched Sebastian crawl over to the other pallet but he looked so forlorn that Ratafian’s heart ached. The older man raised the cover he shared with Ox and settled Sebastian to lie with the younger man’s back against his own chest. He slipped an arm around the trim waist and felt Sebastian relax back against him.

“He is not in danger in Sir Allard’s castle,” Ratafian assured. “Several Knights have been invited there to a banquet for those still remaining in the joust, nothing more. Allard will want to show off his wealth to the others.”

“I cannot explain it,” Sebastian sighed. “I just have an unsettled feeling. I saw Edmund with a couple of the others that made up the party. I did not like the look on his face,” he added with a shudder.

“Radley is a match and more for Edmund,” Ratafian said, sending a silent prayer he was right. Things had been going well in the joust and the older man would not put it past Edmund to try some deviousness to put Radley off in some way. “All will be well in the morning. Sleep, little angel.” He pressed a kiss to Sebastian’s temple, but his own sleep was a long time coming.

****

When morning came, things went from bad to worse. Ratafian stared at Radley as the Knight made his way towards their pavilion. It was clear to the thin man that Radley suffered from surfeit of drink. The other man’s expression was bleary and Ratafian was grateful Radley did not have a joust that day. Then his sharp eyes narrowed at the sight of the ribbon, the violet ribbon that the Lady Charissa was so fond of, that was attached high on the shoulder of Radley’s doublet. He made a move forward and cursed silently as Sebastian took the same moment to appear from the pavilion. He heard the shocked gasp and stifled sob and glanced back to see the younger man running for all he was worth. Ox stood too far away to be of help in stopping Sebastian’s flight but, in truth, until Ratafian had spoken to Radley it was perhaps better to let the young man go. Ratafian was certain the auburn-haired beauty had run to his home. His flight was towards the town, not the river.

He strode forward to impel Radley into the pavilion with greater speed as unobtrusively as possible. It was fortunate they had set their tent away from the main field and that neither the other Knights nor any of their servants were near. Growling angrily he shoved Radley inside, spinning the groaning man to face him.

“Sorry, Ratafian,” Radley muttered thickly. “I had no intent to drink much and I am certain I did not. I think it might have been spiked in some way.”

“Then you do not remember agreeing to wear the Lady Charissa’s favour?” Ratafian snapped.

“Of course not,” Radley said. He then gasped as Ratafian drew some of the ribbon from where it was secured up high on his shoulder. “I do not know how it got there,” he said frantically. “There was talk of who was likely to wear it. I seem to remember Edmund’s name, but I would not. You know I would not.” His eyes cast desperately around. “Sebastian?” he whispered hoarsely.

“He saw it,” Ratafian said flatly. “And ran. This is the second time you have had him in tears, Radley. As you value our friendship do not do so a third.” He pulled the offensive adornment from its perch.

“I berated my brother for being a fool and letting himself fall into debt. I have done much worse,” Radley said. “I have to go to him.”

“Go to the river and clean yourself up first. Do not go as Radley the Knight but as just Radley the man. Tell Miriam that I would not have sent you if I did not trust you and that I implore her to give you a chance alone with Sebastian. I feel sorry for Charissa. She is as much the victim of this as you are. She has inherited none of her mother’s delicacy of features or build; she is like her all-too-solid father. Little wonder none wish her favour. That was probably Allard’s alternative reason for the banquet. If he had sired a pretty, little thing, one of the Knights would be wearing her ribbon by now. Money cannot always buy happiness.”

“You will take care of the ribbon?” Radley asked.

Ratafian saw the anguish in his friend’s eyes and knew Radley was hurting as much as Sebastian. He needed them to get together as quickly as possible to mend near-broken hearts.

“I will. Now hurry.”

****

“My Lady Charissa, a word with you if I may, aside from the crowd?” Ratafian asked in his softest of voices. He had kept a watchful eye for the Lady; certain she would come looking for the Knight wearing her favour. He was surprised she had not come directly to Radley. She was dressed in her favourite violet, a heavy silk dress with gold brocade at the décolletage and the hem. Violet ribbon in satin accented a solid waist, making it seem even thicker. The dress was far too fussy for one who lacked delicacy of build.

“You are one of Sir Radley’s men,” Charissa nodded. “Very well.” She walked a few feet away from her ladies-in-waiting and turned to face the thin man. “Why do we have need of distance from my attendants?” she asked.

“This is yours is it not, milady?” Ratafian asked, allowing but a quick glimpse at the ribbon he held. Her stifled gasp was answer enough. “I do not believe that Sir Radley came to ask you personally to wear your favour. Perhaps it was suggested by Sir Edmund?” he added.

“Sir Edmund did indeed ask for my ribbon. He said that by today one of the Knights would be wearing it. They were contesting between themselves for my favour. I was swept up by his manners and passed it over without knowing for certainty who would wear it. I had it whispered to me that Sir Radley was the Knight to seek out. I know I am not pretty, but I did not think Sir Radley would insult me so openly.”

“Sir Radley did not, milady. Although I have no proof, I believe something was slipped into his drink last night. He has no memory of the events of yesterday evening and when he awoke this morning, he was hastened from the castle before he had chance to rouse himself fully. When he arrived here, this was pinned to his shoulder, up too high for him to have affixed it himself. He is most truly sorry, milady, as am I.”

“Give it to me,” Charissa said. She tucked the ribbon into her full bosom. “Tell Sir Radley we will speak no more of it. I wish him no offence, but in truth, he would not have been my choice. Nor do I like Sir Edmund, he seems sly.” Her eyes locked with Ratafian, as if communicating silently.

“He is indeed a most manipulative man, milady,” Ratafian murmured, glancing around to ensure no unwanted ears could hear them. “He is not a man to make an enemy of, but there is enmity between him and my Lord.”

“I see,” Charissa nodded her understanding. “Perhaps Sir Edmund fears Sir Radley in the tourney and hoped that this incident would prove him un-chivalrous and so not worthy to continue?”

“Perhaps, milady,” Ratafian said, bowing low.

“Tell Sir Radley that even though he does not wear my favour, he still has it and that I will be hoping to see him defeat Sir Edmund.” She glanced aside to where a couple of the younger, less experienced Knights stood. “I would be grateful if you would walk me in that direction,” she nodded.

Ratafian obeyed, leaving her with her attendants and the two Knights, one of whom was already eliminated, the other due to participate that day. He smiled as he saw Charissa furtively sneak her ribbon to press into the young Knight’s hand, his face lighting with joy. He grinned widely. The Lady deserved one that merited her favour. Now his hope was that Radley could find forgiveness with Sebastian.

****

Although this was the first time that Radley had gone to Sebastian’s home, Ratafian had described it and its location to perfection and he now stood nervously outside. The houses here still had some space between them and he could see a couple kept pigs and hens. The rest of the town had not quite forced itself outwards enough to crowd them.

He had stripped and plunged into the river’s cold waters to both shake off the last of whatever had him so sluggish and to clean himself. He wore a plain blue doublet over his white shift that almost matched the blue of his hose. He ran his fingers through his hair, hoping he looked presentable, and tapped at the door. It opened to reveal Miriam, who scowled darkly at him, clearly recognising who he was.

“Mistress Fitzroy,” he began, but a delicate hand raised and stopped him.

“My son ran home in tears saying you no longer loved him,” Miriam said in a curt whisper. “His heart is broken and I can do nothing to help him. Why should I let you near him again?”

“Because Ratafian asks that you trust me as he does. Because I was a fool and let myself be used. Because I love your son more than I can put into words. If he does not feel he can trust me I will go, but my own heart will be forever shattered.” Miriam’s hand dropped and Radley felt a surge of hope. He held his breath without conscious thought as he was subjected to a close scrutiny.

“My son’s room is at the top of the stairs on the right. Lock the door behind me and pass the key through the window. There is another key in Sebastian’s room. I will visit my friend, a widow who lives a little way along the road,” Miriam indicated a small house a short distance away on the other side of the road.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Radley said, releasing the breath he held. He obeyed with alacrity, wanting to beg his angel’s forgiveness.

“I will be gone an hour or so. Use your time wisely, Sir Radley,” Miriam warned as she dropped the key into a pocket in her dress.

If Radley had thought himself nervous outside the house, it was nothing compared to the way he felt outside Sebastian’s door. His bowels were like water and his knees shook, threatening to give out. He had not felt this way even in the midst of battle or when facing a jousting opponent as they thundered towards him lance tilted. He took a deep breath, tapped on the door and stepped inside.

Sebastian sat up. He was shocked to see it was Radley and not his mother that had entered. There was a look of such fear, love and longing in the older man’s eyes that Sebastian’s heart ached. He then realised there were no trappings of Radley’s Knighthood about him. He stood up and faced him.

“Radley?” he asked tremulously. He had seen the ribbon, knew what it meant and had been heartbroken. Now the man he still loved was here, devoid of all that made him a Knight, looking as frightened and exposed as a rabbit in a snare and Sebastian was confused. His eyes widened in shock as, with a couple of strides, Radley closed the distance, dropped to his knees and sobbed against his belly.

“Forgive me, Sebastian. It was not how it looked, I swear it. I swear it.”

Sebastian eased himself to the floor to kneel and framed Radley’s face in his hands, kissing away the tears that fell.

“The ribbon?” he husked.

“I believe my drink was drugged in some way. I remember nothing of the late evening. I did not even know the ribbon was there. Ratafian is speaking to the Lady Charissa. I would not betray you Sebastian. Never. I love you.”

“I love you, Radley. I should have stayed. I should have trusted you. My mother,” he added. “Is she downstairs?”

“Gone to a friend for an hour or so,” Radley said letting himself be urged to his feet. “I should not have been such a fool,” he said, shaking his head.

“We do not have much time,” Sebastian whispered. “Let us put this behind us. I need to feel your love, Radley, please.”

“Are you sure, my angel,” Radley asked. His body was already hardening at the thought of what Sebastian offered and his heart and soul yearned for the union, but he did not want to take advantage of the younger man.

“I am sure. It is what we both need. Take me, Radley, make me yours. Join us as one.”

The two men disrobed quickly and Radley gave a soft groan at the sight of his young lover, fully naked and with enough light to truly appreciate his beauty. The auburn hair was loose and free, cascading past narrow shoulders. The youthful body was sleek and smooth, small pink nipples haloed by rose areolae. There was a modest nest of curls protecting the slender penis that was already erect. The young man’s body was in such contrast to his own older, beaten and battle-scarred form, that Radley could scarcely believe this beautiful angel would even want him and yet was going to be fully, finally his.

Sebastian stared at Radley’s nakedness. He had seen the broad, darkly-matted chest bared. Now, however, his eyes were fascinated by the bay nubs surrounded by their bronze discs, the fur that led from Radley’s navel and which invited Sebastian’s eyes to look lower. There was a thicket of dark, wiry curls that framed an organ of prodigious proportions to the young innocent’s gaze. He still wondered why such a magnificent male would even look at him, but remembered Radley’s words when they had loved for the first time. Then he had seen and touched little beyond Radley’s chest he had been so nervous. He wanted so much more this time.

“You are beautiful,” both men spoke as one, breaking the silence.

Radley moved first, slowly but insistently moving Sebastian so that they could lie on the small bed. He eased the younger man down, taking his place alongside him, propped up on one elbow to gaze down at his sweet angel. He smiled as Sebastian raised a hand and lightly touched his face, fingers trembling as he traced the older man’s cheek.

“Make love to me?” He watched wide-eyed as Radley’s face relaxed into a wider smile and the Knight, turned his head to kiss the palm of Sebastian’s hand.

“Always,” Radley vowed. He mated their mouths, sealing the promise with a tender kiss. His lips travelled down Sebastian’s neck and chest, kissing the skin that was his to touch, to love, to cherish. He moved to straddle the smaller form, not ceasing his caresses. His head was held at Sebastian’s breast, slender fingers running though his dark hair, as Radley began teasing his lover’s nipples. The younger man arched up into the suction, making soft sounds of pleasure and Radley took the opportunity to slide his hands around Sebastian’s back. He sat back onto his knees, pulling Sebastian up with him so that Sebastian was sitting, Radley straddling him, hugging him close. This position enabled Sebastian to suckle on Radley’s nipples and kiss his chest, making the Knight groan.

Sebastian’s shaft was straining upwards, nudging at Radley’s heavy sac. Sebastian reached down and stroked him carefully, still amazed at this act, that it was now permitted for him to touch the older man so freely, so intimately. The long, thick flesh seemed to possess a life of its own, twitching and throbbing in Sebastian’s hands.

“Want you, Radley,” he whispered against the broad, furred chest. “Want you inside me.”

“I will be,” he promised. The older man kissed the top of the head that was tucked below his chin.”Later.” Sebastian looked up at him, and Radley smiled as he cupped that expressive face tenderly between his hands. “Later,” he repeated. “Right now, I want to love you in other ways.” Sebastian nodded, but clearly did not understand, as Radley shifted again, laying his lover back down.

“This is for you, my sweet, sweet angel,” Radley said quietly. A final kiss to the full lips, and Radley began moving over the body beneath him.

Sebastian shivered, moaned and thrilled as Radley proceeded to love every inch of him. The older man seemed to instinctively know all his sensitive spots; where touches made him giggle or writhe and where others seemed to set his skin ablaze with desire. His hips began to thrust against Radley as his nipples were slowly teased with talented lips. By the time Radley’s kisses had reached his groin, Sebastian was clutching the broad shoulders, panting wetly.

Radley looked up, savouring the sight before him. Sebastian’s eyes were closed, his hair spread out over the pale coverlet. Radley was certain he could see a dozen different shades of brown and red and gold in those glorious curls, highlighted by the sunlight that crept from through the gaps in the curtain. A fine sheen of perspiration covered Sebastian’s body and Radley could feel tremors in the small frame. His mate, the big Knight thought with satisfaction and desire, his, and only his. With a low, rumbling growl, he lowered his head and engulfed Sebastian’s penis in his mouth.

As warm lips surrounded him, Sebastian stifled a half-scream of pleasure. The first time Radley had touched him there he had spurted, literally, within seconds. This was beyond anything he could have dreamt. He had never experienced such a sensation. He grasped handfuls of his bedding and moaned, trying desperately for some control, wanting to try and hold out longer so he could truly enjoy it. It proved beyond possibility as Radley began a steady movement. Sebastian whimpered faintly as the sweet torture continued, the older man’s tongue performing a sinful dance over the head of his maleness and soft lips encompassing his length with wet heat.

Radley’s tongue played with the tiny slit at the top of his lover’s member, flicking, teasing, before sliding down to the base. His lips increased their pressure, sucking deeply. When Sebastian began to thrust with his pelvis, the Knight grasped the slim hips firmly holding them still, wanting this to last a little while more. Radley then moved smoothly up and down, sucking and licking, listening with delight to Sebastian’s soft sounds of pleasure. He repositioned one hand, moving so his fingers could tease at the high, hard orbs within his lover’s suede-like pouch.

“My Lord… R…Radley,” Sebastian gasped. He mewled helplessly at the new stimulation, his head rocking from side to side. Unable to move his hips, he drew his knees up, shaking with the effort to keep control of himself, to not spill too soon and so end the erotic torment.

The other man heard the faint call of his name and smiled to himself. He knew Sebastian was close. In fact, he was certain he had known even before Sebastian that the young man was about to spill. There was a change in the redhead’s breathing, a sudden tightness in his muscles that heralded his release. Now, he felt those sensations in his beloved. Radley took the swollen organ deep in his throat and loosed his hold on Sebastian’s hips.

Sebastian thrust once, twice, and his climax hit him full force. His wail was muffled by the fist he had pressed against his mouth. His body shook, his orgasm seemingly unending as Radley sucked him deeply and firmly, eagerly taking all he had to offer. His lover’s hands continued to play with his ballsac and inner thighs, coaxing even more tremors out of him. He eventually slumped back, his climax finally abating.

Radley savoured his mate’s cream as though it was the finest delicacy he had ever tasted. He reluctantly released Sebastian’s limp member from his mouth, nuzzling at it affectionately. A few more licks, just to be certain nothing had been missed, and he looked up. His heart skipped at the sight. If he thought Sebastian had looked beautiful before, it was nothing compared to the beatific glow of the younger man now. He moved up and stretched out beside him, cuddling Sebastian close to him in the small bed, letting him gather his breath.

Sebastian’s eyes opened as Radley settled beside him. He smiled joyously, the emotion coming directly from his love-filled heart. After a few minutes, he rose up on one elbow and kissed Radley. One finger then began to trace down his virile lover’s broad, furred chest. It stopped where the younger man found old battle scars and he tenderly pressed his lips against each one. Finally, his mouth hovered over the plum-hued hardness that lay against Radley’s toned belly.

“And this is for you, my Lord” he said softly.

It seemed to Radley that Sebastian’s lips were paying homage to his chest. He settled back, letting Sebastian explore at his own pace. His erection was eager for attention and, although it was tempting to rush his inexperienced young lover, he resisted. He controlled himself the way he did when facing any challenge whether from another Knight at a joust or during the battles in the Holy Land. Sebastian would be able to do what he wanted, at the pace he needed. Radley would not fail his lover again. Never again. The younger man reached his groin, fingers exploring the lush pelt of fur that surrounded his throbbing lance. He heard Sebastian speak and then a light kiss was bestowed on the full erection. Sebastian paused. Radley expected Sebastian to take him in his hand and he was taken completely by surprise when Sebastian took him into his mouth.

“Sebastian, you do not have to do this,” he gasped in a choked protest, not wanting his lover to feel obligated to perform the same act. A small hand on his chest quieted him. Unable to resist, Radley laid back, relinquishing himself to Sebastian’s attentions. The wet heat felt sublime. A primal part of Radley roared its approval at the sight of the slight form, kneeling between his splayed thighs, his manhood pumping past lush, full lips. Radley closed his eyes on a low, pleasured moan.

With his confidence growing exponentially to Radley’s increasingly impassioned groans, Sebastian moved his lips over the massive organ. He was surprised at how hot it was, how smooth it felt, how exquisitely it tasted. He was also surprised at how easy it was to do this act. It was simply another part of Radley to make love to, a part of the man he adored. Remembering what Radley had done to him, Sebastian tried to duplicate the movements with his lips, tasting and licking as he did. There was the bitterness of salt, an unexpected sweetness and something that was just Radley. He could not take all of the prodigious flesh in his mouth. Determinedly, he did all that he was capable of and the sounds, the gasps and moans from his lover, encouraged him further. His head moved up and down as smoothly as he could. His hands rested on Radley’s belly, slender fingers clenching and unclenching, scratching almost instinctively through the dark hair.

Radley opened his eyes, and nearly spurted at the sight of his beloved. The swollen lips were curled devotedly around his member carefully tasting and loving him. He reached down and covered Sebastian’s hands with his own.

“Sebastian, my own sweet angel, I’m going to spill,” he warned.

“I want to taste you,” Sebastian said, his lips hovering directly above sensitive flesh.

As Sebastian spoke, Radley seemed to feel the vibrations of his lover’s words directly on his primed weapon. It was all the additional stimulation he needed. When Sebastian wrapped his lips around him again, Radley discharged powerfully, his hips thrusting instinctively into the welcoming mouth. He could feel Sebastian back away, unable to take all he had, then the soft tongue was back, cleaning him of the precious drops that had spilt on Radley’s body. As soon as he regained his wits, Radley tugged on Sebastian’s hands, still entwined with his own. Sebastian slid up, and Radley possessively cradled him to his body. He rolled so they were on their sides, face to face, tucking Sebastian’s head into his shoulder, one leg stretching protectively over his smaller lover, completing the full body hold.

“Thank you, my sweet angel. That was magnificent,” the Knight smiled.

“I am glad,” Sebastian said sincerely. He lifted his head to look at Radley. “I wanted to do that for you.” Then a hesitant, questioning, look appeared in the expressive blue eyes. “Did it please you?”

The true meaning, Radley knew, was, ‘did I please you?’

“I do not have the words,” he answered. “As I said, magnificent,” he chuckled softly. “You are a quick learner.” Radley grinned as Sebastian smiled proudly in return.

The older man shifted them a little, getting more comfortable. They lazily snuggled, occasionally kissing, relaxing after their orgasms. Radley noted once more how perfectly Sebastian fitted, moulding to his larger body as if he had been made especially to fit him. Radley pushed the meagre pillows around and then grasped the edge of one of the sheets, drawing it over his mate. There was no fire and the Knight had no intentions of letting his beloved get cold.

“Do you wish to sleep a little?” he asked, hearing and feeling Sebastian yawn.

“Sorry, my Lord” Sebastian said shyly.

“Sebastian,” Radley said firmly. “In our bed, wherever that might be, I am just Radley. I am only your Lord where others can hear. Do you understand?”

Sebastian murmured an unintelligible response. Between the incredible sexual thrill and the warmth from Radley’s body, he was feeling very sluggish. He snuggled more into Radley’s arms and drifted.

****

Radley did not dare let the young man sleep long. He could not be certain how much time they had before Miriam would return and so desperately wanted, needed, desired above all else, to unite their bodies in love. To be as one with the man who held his heart. Gently he awakened his beloved with soft kisses and gentle touches until the lapis lazuli orbs opened. Smiling he moved over him in an easy motion, one long leg swinging over so he was straddling Sebastian again, keeping the majority of his weight on his legs and hands.

Sebastian settled under him comfortably, turning himself over to Radley’s ministrations. Radley moved up a little and the younger man caught hold of a nipple with his lips, teasing and sucking and his hands stroking across the bigger man’s shoulders and down the broad back.

Radley concentrated on kissing and caressing. Sebastian had to be consumed with passion and desire. Even though the younger man wanted the coupling, Radley was aware of Sebastian’s naivety. Even a much-desired union could be difficult with a virgin and Radley wanted his lover to remember their joining for all the best of reasons. With a whimper of distress from the smaller man he managed to pull away. He leant over the edge of the bed, pulling from his discarded clothing a small bottle. It was the oil used for his massages. Now it was time for Sebastian to experience one.

He opened the bottle and slowly, sensuously, drizzled a little over Sebastian’s upper chest and shoulders. The younger man groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure as Radley began to massage him, spreading the warm, musky smelling oil into his lover’s smooth skin. Radley deliberately played with the small nipples, a source of intense pleasure for his young mate. Radley massaged Sebastian’s entire chest and then stroked across hips and stomach.

“May I massage your back, my sweet angel?” he asked quietly. He returned Sebastian’s smile unseen as the younger man immediately rolled over, eyes still closed in his bliss. Radley settled back, mindful to put but a little of his weight on Sebastian’s small frame. He massaged the oil over the slender shoulders, slowly moving his hands lower, brushing Sebastian’s buttocks and sliding to cover his hips. All the while, he watched and listened, gauging his lover’s level of arousal. He began to knead the pert mounds and when Sebastian began grinding his pelvis into the mattress, groaning softly, he knew the younger man was ready to take their next step.

Radley moved so he was lying on his side and slid an arm under Sebastian to draw him close and face one another. The incredible azure eyes opened and the two men kissed slowly, deeply, expressing their love in actions rather than words, neither wanting to disturb the sensual, sexual haze which enveloped them. When they broke apart to draw breath, Radley saw the desire flaming in Sebastian’s eyes. Wordlessly, he moved Sebastian’s left leg so it was over his hip. Sebastian nodded and settled as directed. The Knight then slowly pushed one of his knees forward, between his lover’s legs, to hold them apart. He could now prepare Sebastian for his deflowering whilst they remained face-to-face. It was more awkward, but he could watch his lover and ensure the younger man remained unafraid.

“Remember, this is about love, my angel. If anything does not feel good, or you wish to stop, tell me. You may feel uncomfortable and it can hurt when I first enter you, but I swear on my honour as a Knight, it does get better and I seek your pleasure as much as my own.”

Sebastian nodded against his mate’s chest, suddenly shy as he realised that his impossible dream was no longer unattainable. He and Radley were really making love. He was going to take the big Knight into his body. He shivered in a mix of apprehension and anticipation. Radley was so large it was almost inconceivable to his mind that the older man would fit inside him, but he trusted his lover and girded himself for what was to come. He nodded at the concerned visage above him.

“I wish this union, beloved,” he whispered. “I trust you.”

Radley took the lush lips in another deep kiss. The love and trust the smaller man had for him showed in his eyes, in his touches. Radley prayed he could give as much, if not more, pleasure to Sebastian than he would glean from their union. He was a skilled lover and intended to draw on that experience. He drenched a finger in oil and began to stroke Sebastian’s buttocks with his free hand.

“I shall only touch you, my angel. Just a touch.”

Radley’s large, calloused hand moved between the perfect, peach globes, spreading them a little. Then the oiled finger slid over Sebastian’s exposed anus. Radley was careful to keep the contact light, gentle, letting Sebastian become accustomed to his touch upon his most private place. In truth the young man felt so tiny, Radley wondered if he would truly fit. He began to wage an amatory siege against his lover’s defences. This was another area in which he was skilled. A soft moan and hitch of slender hips letting Radley know his tactics were working.

Radley kissed the auburn hair tucked under his chin and continued the slow pace, occasionally pressing against, but making no attempt to breach, Sebastian’s tight ring of defence. He removed his finger to recoat it in the oil and resumed his erotic assault. He gave a smile of triumph as, very slowly, he pressed against the rosebud opening and it gave way allowing him to carefully enter. Another moan greeted his breach, it seemed as though, even here, Sebastian was made just for him.

“Oh, Radley,” Sebastian gasped. “It is unlike anything I have ever felt before.”

“Is it good, my sweet angel?” Radley asked, already assured of his lover’s reply

“Very good, “Sebastian whispered.

As they spoke, Radley did not cease in his relentless conquest. He continued to press forward until his invading finger was fully inside. He then stopped, keeping still, letting Sebastian adjust to the hitherto unknown sensation. Radley was certain that Sebastian was hotter and tighter than any other he had taken. His weapon ached and leaked, his juices dripping freely, and a primal part of him screamed to simply flip the pliant form and bury his sword deep in the scabbard he was preparing. The civilised man refused to just take, he wanted to give pleasure and he quelled the savage within.

Instead, Radley commenced a slow stroke, moving his finger to and fro. To a soft whimper of loss, he removed the one and coated two fingers, bringing them swiftly back to their desired haven. Two digits felt very tight in the tiny passage. As soon as he was able, Radley began to move adding a scissoring motion to relax and open his lover. He decided it was time to engage reinforcements, an ally within Sebastian himself, to assist in his loving invasion. He curled his finger, having detected that which he sought. He deliberately rubbed it. The effect was instantaneous. Sebastian arched against him, crying out his name. He quickly eased a third finger inside, occasionally rubbing the hidden jewel, drawing soft cries from Sebastian.

“Radley, please, please be inside me,” the young man begged.

“Roll over on your side, sweet angel, facing away from me,” Radley commanded softly

Radley seized the oil and poured a copious quantity over his erection. He spooned up behind his lover, taking a deep breath. It was tempting to roll Sebastian onto his stomach and plunge right in, but he would never allow himself to do it. No matter what his erection demanded. He lined himself up with Sebastian’s portal, centring himself, using one hand to part the smooth mounds.

“I love you,” Sebastian whispered. He could feel Radley’s organ at his entrance and could not prevent the shudder. He had never felt so aroused, never wanted something so much in his short life, but a frisson of apprehension remained. He tried to push it to the furthest corner of his mind.

“I love you,” Radley replied immediately, kissing the back of red-gold curls “You are my heart, my soul, my all.” He felt Sebastian take a deep, shuddering breath and, as the smaller man exhaled, he moved his hips into the offensive.

Sebastian’s body instinctively reacted, tensing at the desired invasion as Radley entered him. It was pressure and pain as Radley slid inside, possessing him, forcing his weapon past Sebastian’s defences. Radley’s organ filled him more fully than the fingers had done, stretching untried muscle. Sebastian struggled to stay calm, to breathe. He could hear Radley, murmuring in a low, calm voice. He tried to focus on the sound of his lover and away from the pain of his penetration.

“I am sorry, so sorry that I hurt you, sweet angel,” Radley whispered, nipping at the bare shoulder before him. Radley used both his voice and his caresses as distractions, luring Sebastian’s focus away from the point of his offensive. Radley rained kisses on his lover’s neck and shoulders, feeling the almost imperceptible ceding to his attack. He inched his hips a little further forward, reaching round slender hips to pull and stroke Sebastian’s wilting manhood. After several more gentle incursions, Radley was fully sheathed inside.

“I am there, my sweet angel,” Radley murmured. The primal part bellowed its triumph.

The younger man lifted and kissed the hand that was clasping his. He could feel himself adjusting, accommodating Radley. It was the most incredible sensation he had experienced. It was as though he could feel Radley’s heartbeat.

“That feels so good,” Sebastian panted, as Radley’s hand continued to resurrect his defeated flesh. He was relaxing more, leaning back against the furred chest, trusting the bigger man to take care of him. He squirmed with awaking desire as the slow, masterful strokes continued. He mewled and his hips began to hitch as if instinctively seeking more than Radley was currently providing.

Feeling the tiny movements, Radley slowly pulled back and made a gentle, slow, undulation forward. Sebastian moaned when Radley repeated the move. Now that the Knight had conquered, next came consolidation and consummation. He moved steadily, feeding the growing fire of need inside Sebastian. He kept his moves smooth and slow; knowing how to tantalise, but not yet satisfy. He felt Sebastian’s manhood grow. It was now fully awakened and his lover’s juices were helping his hand slide effortlessly up and down. He gave a feral smile against Sebastian’s neck and thrust a little more firmly. This time his weapon was aimed at the hidden jewel within his beloved’s body.

“Radley,” Sebastian cried out. His whole body had jumped at the unexpected sensation. It was far beyond anything he had experienced earlier. It seemed to enliven every part of his body, inside and out. Sebastian could now feel every inch of Radley’s weapon within his sheath and he flexed his inner muscles earning a low, deep groan from the bigger man. His own triumph, however, was short-lived as Radley responded with a volley of steady, deep thrusts that stimulated the sweet spot within him. Lights seemed to flicker before Sebastian’s eyes, the sound of his blood roared in his ears and his shaft ached and throbbed with each stroke of the large hand that played it as only a virtuoso could.

The older man moaned as he fell into rhythm as old as time itself. He continued to wage his amorous assault. He wanted Sebastian to be so consumed with passion that the younger man would be transported as close to Heaven as any man who still lived on Earth could be. The tight, slick sheath around his shaft felt as though it had been crafted just to fit him. It caressed him, encased him leading him to bliss. Each motion of his hips caused him to rub over that magical spot that drew soft, sweet sounds from the ruby-red lips of his mate. He could feel Sebastian’s hardness throb and the primitive once again roared its victory. His lover was no longer feeling pain, only delight. Each pleasured mewl inflamed him. He pumped harder, faster, deeper, striving to give Sebastian the same ecstasy as he himself felt.

“Radley, so good,” Sebastian sobbed. A long, slow trembling deep within him made him groan.

“So good, so perfect,” Radley husked, kissing any bare skin his lips found. He knew Sebastian was close, he was close himself. It would take just a few more strokes, a few more thrusts. Despite the awkwardness of the angle, Radley possessed Sebastian’s lips, knowing the younger man would be unable to stifle his cry of completion.

Sebastian’s wail was swallowed by Radley’s mouth as his orgasm hit him. He shook and convulsed as his manhood erupted in Radley’s hand. He clutched desperately at the arm around him, as pleasure consumed him, the flames of desire scorching through flesh, sinew and muscle.

The spasming of the tight passage in which he was sheathed was the final catalyst to Radley’s own immolation. The force of the contractions almost took the Knight’s breath away. He managed a few final arythmic thrusts and climaxed just seconds behind Sebastian. A low, wanton moan from the man in his arms accompanied his hot seed flooding his lover’s still twitching passage. Radley’s hips continued to thrust until the Knight was certain he had nothing left to give. It took several long moments for Radley to regain his breath. As he did, he allowed himself the luxury of slow, desultory rotations of his hips, enjoying the sensation of his softening maleness sliding in Sebastian’s heated depths.

“Sebastian?” he asked. A tiny squeeze of his arm was his only reply. His sex slid from its haven and Radley smiled as he eased his lover a little more onto his back to see the beloved visage. The younger man seemed to glow with satiation, a small, beatific smile playing about the sensual lips.”Are you well?”

“I am beyond well,” Sebastian’s breathy voice answered him.

Radley looked down and his heart swelled at the sight of his lover; eyes closed, a sheen lighting the soft skin, hair in disarray, looking both thoroughly debauched and sated. He also looked delicious and Radley’s thoughts turned to other ways he had yet to taste and love his mate. His conquering flesh, now deflated, tried to rouse itself for another foray and Radley groaned. He wished with all his heart they were safely home, in his small castle, able to make love again once Sebastian was recovered. Radley’s hands ran over Sebastian’s body soothing and patting. Finally, he knew they had to move.

“I do not know how long your mother will leave us alone, my sweet angel. Do you have water and towel in here?”

“Yes,” Sebastian sighed, his voice still retaining a dreamy quality that made Radley wish he could let the young man sleep in his arms. “Is it always that way, when making love?”

“That is when you know it is real and true, my angel. It has never been so for me with any other.”

Radley let the smaller man pull him close and he kissed the soft, satiny lips. He kissed away the tears of joy that threatened to spill from the oceanic depths and held Sebastian tightly, knowing his lover needed the comforting. It was with regret that they vacated the tiny bed.

****

Miriam smiled as she saw her son sitting in one of their old chairs, the big Knight on some pillows that normally decorated the others, sitting on the floor in the space between Sebastian’s legs. They clasped tightly to one another’s hand, both aglow with happiness, but Miriam could see that they were apprehensive of her response.

“Welcome to my family, Radley,” she said quietly. Her smile widened at the bright grins of pure joy that lit up both men’s faces.

Radley moved, pulling a bemused Sebastian to stand beside his mother before he dropped to one knee He still held tightly to his lover’s small hand and looked up at Miriam.

“I cannot publicly have Sebastian at my side as I would wish,” he said, sadness colouring his voice. “I cannot be openly affectionate and, as much as I desire it with all my heart, I cannot make my vows before God in a church with a priest present to bless our union. However, with you as my witness, I do swear before God, that this day I have bound myself to Sebastian. I will love and cherish him all the days of our life. He completes me. He is the other half of my soul.” He pulled the ring off his little finger which held his crest; a lion rampant guarding a recumbent lamb. With joy he slid it onto the middle finger of Sebastian’s left hand. “A sign to show you are under my protection for all to see,” he said tightly. “And the seal of my vow to you, Sebastian.”

Half-stumbling, Radley was pulled to his feet and enveloped in a three-way hug with his new family. He held them tightly in his arms. He would fight with all he had to protect them and to ensure he had a home to offer Sebastian at the end of the joust.

****

The penultimate day of the joust dawned warm and clear. Although Sebastian and Radley had not shared their bodies as intimately as in the young man’s home, Sebastian had no doubts that Radley did indeed love him. Whispers of breath declared the older man’s ardour, feather-light touches inflamed their passion and kisses as light as a butterfly’s wing worshipped Sebastian’s body in the safety of darkness within their pavilion. Outside, in the light of day, was a hand that squeezed his shoulder, guided him by splaying proprietarily in the small of his back or that ruffled his hair. Yet even in those moments, a flickered glance into Radley’s eyes, and Sebastian could see what the touches truly expressed. He longed for the tourney to end and prayed incessantly for Radley’s success.

Checking Radley’s weaponry, Ratafian turned at the whispered sound of his name. The young Knight, who had so gladly worn Charissa’s favour, stood close by his eyes darting around.

“May I be of service, Sir Barnard?” Ratafian asked, his own dark orbs instinctively checking their surroundings.

“I rather think ’twill be the other way around, Master Ratafian,” the young man countered. “The Lady Charissa was very grateful you did not cause her embarrassment over the ribbon and believes you to be a man of honour. That being the case, she believes, Sir Radley to be an honourable man. She overheard Sir Edmund speaking and it caused her to think he may try something…less than chivalrous in regards to defeating Radley. I have agreed, on her behest, to keep my own eyes and ears open, Ratafian. Guard Radley’s weapon and horse until the joust,” the young man’s voice dropped. “I have also noticed that Edmund has been looking somewhat salaciously at your young squire.”

“Sebastian is under Sir Radley’s protection as well as my own. Should anyone lay an unclean hand upon him they will suffer swift and sure retribution,” Ratafian growled menacingly. “I am greatly indebted to you, Sir Barnard. How goes your court of the Lady Charissa?”

“Sir Allard thinks me somewhat a poor catch,” Barnard sighed.

“Perhaps when the joust is over, Sir Radley could put in a word of support for you,” Ratafian mused.

“Then ‘twould be I indebted to him, Ratafian,” Barnard enthused, his hazel eyes lighting with hope. “I shall continue to watch and listen. Little attention is paid to a young Knight who has been bested at the joust.”

“Thank you, my friend,” Ratafian said, holding out his hand. It was clasped in a warrior’s strong grip.

As Barnard made his way back towards the crowds, merging unobtrusively, Ratafian’s eyes narrowed. Ox could watch Sampson, he could guard the weapons and Sebastian could be sent to choose their food and get water for them from the river. His hands fingered his long, sharp knives. If Sir Edmund behaved inappropriately in regards Sebastian, he would be taught a lesson he would never forget.

****

The water was chill as Sebastian knelt to fill a water skin. They had all been on edge since Ratafian’s warning. Radley had kept his sword close to hand and Sebastian even closer during the night. The young man had felt safe wrapped in his lover’s strong arms and pulled tightly to the furred, muscular chest. He would be glad when the tourney was over.

“Sebastian?”

The auburn-haired youth turned at the sound of his name to see a young boy shuffling nervously.

“Yes,” he replied standing to face the boy.

“I have a message that your mother has taken ill and you are to go to her as quickly as possible.”

“Mama?” Sebastian whispered, his face paling with shock. She had been strengthening daily, even taking the occasional walk with Ratafian when they managed to get time to visit her. “I have to tell Sir Radley where I am,” he said, glancing frantically around, wishing the older man, or even Ratafian, was there to give him support.

“I can pass on a message,” the boy offered, giving a gap-toothed smile.

“We have the first pavilion as you come out of the trees, the red one,” Sebastian said, grateful for the boy’s suggestion. “You need to find Sir Radley and tell him where I have gone. Thank you.”

****

Ratafian glanced around. It had been some time since Sebastian had gone to fetch water and there was still no sign of his return. A cold feeling lodged in the pit of his stomach as he saw Radley heading in his direction, clearly looking for the young man.

“He went for water and has not come back,” Ratafian supplied seeing the Knight’s questioning look.

The two men moved as one to check the river. There was no sight of the young man, just the half-full water skin lying discarded. Ratafian immediately began to scan the ground.

“There is no sign of a struggle,” he said tightly. “But the ground is hard and dry, there is little to follow.”

“The pavilion,” Radley rasped, although he was certain it would be empty.

They raced back. Inside the tent, speared to one of the supporting poles by a dagger was a sheet of vellum. Radley snatched at it, scanning it rapidly before dropping to his knees, a soul-deep groan escaping his lips.

“His life is forfeit if I win the joust, Ratafian,” he moaned. “What have they done to my beautiful angel?”

“I swear I will find him and bring him home safe, Radley,” Ratafian husked, his hand reaching to squeeze his friend’s bowed shoulders. “Do what you can to delay things. I will do what I must.”

Ratafian sought out Barnard, briefly explaining what had happened. The young Knight had seen an uncouth man speaking in hushed tones to Platt, Edmund’s man-at-arms, who had taken such a delight in whipping Sebastian on the roadside.

“I will come with you, Ratafian,” Barnard insisted. “If this is Edmund’s work, then we face a dangerous and devious adversary. I will not permit you to face danger alone. This brings shame to all who would call themselves a Knight.”

“Very well,” the dark man nodded. “But you may not find my methods to your taste as a Knight.”

“You must do what is necessary, Ratafian.”

****

Platt ambled leisurely from the latrines that had been set up. His master was due to compete against Radley soon and, once Edmund had won, there would be a great deal of celebration. His smile turned into a gasp as a sharp knife pressed into his ribs from behind. He was spun and a hard fist slammed into his face, turning his world black.

When his eyes next opened, a gag had been shoved into his mouth and his doublet and tunic shredded apart to bare his chest. His hands were tied at the wrist and then rope led to a tree, stretching his arms, arching his naked chest upwards. He glared at the thin man who sat astride his thighs.

“I do not have time to bandy words with you, Platt,” Ratafian hissed sibilantly. “Just know this. I am no Knight, no man of honour. Edmund was not careful enough. I know you are complicit in Sebastian’s kidnap and you will either tell me where he is or lead me to him.”

Despite the gag, Ratafian was certain that the response from his prisoner was less than favourable. He began to trace a knife over Platt’s skin, occasionally nicking the unprotected flesh, letting a bead of blood well up before spreading it over the bound man’s chest as it began to rise and fall with increasing speed.

“I can, and will, flay you alive if I need to. I am quite versed in such techniques and I have no qualms about employing them. No one will come to your aid or hear your cries.” With a deft movement, the dark man removed a small strip of skin from just beneath the now screaming man’s breast. “This is just the start, Platt. Where is Sebastian?”

****

Sebastian shivered with a mix of cold and fear. He was bound tightly, his wrists behind his back and then secured to his ankles. A gag dug painfully into the corners of his mouth and a blindfold covered his eyes. His head still ached from the blow to his temple that had come from the man moving so swiftly from the cover of the trees that Sebastian had no time to react. He had been told that if Radley lost the tourney, he would live. He fought back tears that threatened once more. Even if his lover chose him over his castle, how injured would his mate be if he failed to defend himself? He had always seen tourneys as exciting. Now he saw their dangers. A shard of wood penetrating through a visor, a fall or a lance catching the rider, were all potentially fatal. He feared as much, if not more, for Radley.

He heard voices and began to struggle as hands reached for him once more. It took a moment for him to recognise one and he sagged as he did.

“Ratafian,” he husked as the gag was gently pulled away. He could feel someone else cutting through his restraints. He burrowed into a tight embrace, unable to stop the tears of relief.

“We cannot tarry,” Ratafian murmured, kissing the auburn curls. His heart was still hammering from the sight of Sebastian, half-covered by branches and leaves, so unmoving he thought the young man already dead.

“Radley. They said he had to lose or I would die,” Sebastian whispered.

“Ratafian, beware!” The warning came in time, the thin man dropping to the floor and pulling a shocked Sebastian with him. As he looked up, a knife in his hand, he saw Platt dropping to the floor, Barnard’s dagger protruding from his ribs. He manoeuvred Sebastian to shield the young man from the sight.

“My thanks, Barnard,” he said, giving a short bow.

“Let us hurry,” the young Knight replied, acknowledging Ratafian with a curt nod.

****

As they reached the Lists, the joust was already over. Sebastian bit back the cry of sorrow at the sight of his lover, the beloved face pale, bloodied and drawn. As their eyes met, the love and relief each man felt was almost palpable. Sebastian’s eyes closed as Radley’s strong hand rested shakily on top of his head. The gesture innocuous, but speaking of possession, love and solace.

“The joust?” Sebastian husked, not able to say more.

“The Chevalier will announce Edmund as victor. I would relinquish any number of castles for your safety, little angel,” Radley rasped. “I have enough to stave off Edmund and there is another tourney we can attend. However, you cannot stay with me. I will send you and your mother somewhere safe so you will not be endangered again.”

“No, Radley, please,” Sebastian begged. The thought of being parted from his lover was almost more than he could bear.

“There is no need, Radley.”

The new, voice, spoken with quiet authority had all turning. Instantly Radley and Ratafian dropped to one knee, Sebastian instinctively copying them as a man threw back the hood of the dark, plain cloak he wore.

“My Liege,” Radley murmured.

“Stand, my friend,” the King replied as his men began removing their plain cloaks to reveal their royal livery. “And as your friend, I should not have learnt of Matthew’s naivety and foolishness from another.”

“I sought to take responsibility for my brother’s actions, Sire and not use our friendship when the castle was a gift from you.”

“You have an honourable heart, Radley. ‘Tis a shame it cannot be said of all my Knights.”

The King’s hand cupped Sebastian’s chin, the young man staring wide-eyed at the intimate touch, as his face was subject of intense scrutiny.

“To despoil such beauty and innocence is a crime,” the older man murmured. “You are a lucky man, Radley. I will assume your debt to Edmund; let him come to me for restitution. I will speak to the Chevalier and have the last contest declared null and void. There will be a re-match tomorrow. You are not capable of focusing on a joust at this moment. Go to your pavilion, I will join you momentarily.” He turned from the stunned couple to address a bearded man close behind him. “Captain, whilst I am in Sir Radley’s tent, ensure none can come close to disturb us,”

Radley took a few snatched seconds to crush his lips against Sebastian’s, thrusting his tongue inside the warm, wet cavern to taste his lover’s sweetness. The young man’s flavour burst on the Knight’s tongue, finally reassuring the older man that Sebastian was indeed safe and in his arms. They had already broken apart when the Sovereign entered.

“There will be a banquet at Allard’s castle tonight. You may bring your men. Although they will have to eat with the other servants, you will sit with me. That way I can be assured no one will try and taint food or drink. I have advised Edmund to come to me for your debt and that I want your promissory note. I have no time for those who think Chivalry is something to be used or discarded whenever they want to advantage themselves. Ratafian advised me that the Lady Charissa and Sir Barnard were of great help,” the older man smiled smugly. “Allard is now very anxious to claim the young man as a son-in-law.”

“They will make a good match, Sire,” Radley acknowledged.

“I have a cousin that I believe would make an equally good match for Matthew,” the King added, his face calculating. He used a finger to tilt Sebastian’s face to gaze into the young man’s guileless, azure orbs. “If I had found such beauty first I would have coveted it jealously. However, the best that such a prize could have in my court is material wealth and an occasional outing to be savoured but briefly. Better it finds a home where it can be cherished and treasured. As a squire, Sebastian will have to be kept apart from you when you are away from your own home. Perhaps he should be named as an heir. I can doubtless find some small title to bestow upon him.”

“My Liege…” Radley began in stunned tones, but a raised hand cut him short.

“You are a good and honourable man and we live in unforgiving times. That will ease your lives as will these. On your knees, both of you.” Although spoken quietly, the command was obvious and both men obeyed immediately.

The King removed a small velvet pouch from around his neck and pulled two rings from it. There were clearly still others inside as he tucked the pouch back inside his cream, silk tunic. “Your right hand, Sir Radley.” He pushed one onto the Knight’s middle finger. It was gold with his personal insignia proudly displayed. “Now yours, Sebastian,” he said. The ring was too large for the young man’s slender fingers, but sat well on his thumb. The King smiled down at the two men. “Be discreet and keep safe. Now rest, come to Allard’s castle when you are ready and tomorrow I expect you to make me proud, Sir Radley.

“I will, Sire,” Radley vowed.

****

If Edmund was angry at the King taking on Radley’s debt, having to repeat the joust between the two combatants or at his pointed exclusion from the banquet at Allard’s castle, his visage did not show it. It was as blank as an unchalked slate as he and Radley took their places before the King, Sir Allard and the Lady Charissa. Radley allowed himself the smallest of smiles and nods at the beaming Sir Bernard who sat a little behind the lady he loved. They had taken their places in the Berfrois, the grandstand from where they and Allard’s other noble guests watched the tournament.

“Sir Radley,” Charissa smiled. “Sir Barnard and I would be pleased if you and your entourage would wear these to show you are my champion for the joust.”

‘We would be honoured, milady,” Radley said, accepting the ribbons. He bowed, receiving nods from the King and Allard. He handed them to Miriam, who affixed one to each man and the last to the shoulder of her own dress.

“May God be with you, Radley,” she whispered as the Knight moved to mount his destrier.

With his heart in his mouth, Sebastian watched the contest between the two Knights. To his eyes the lances seemed inequal in length and his lover’s armour inadequate to protect him. In truth he knew they were both twelve feet long and the armour had withstood even Radley’s deliberate lack of defence the previous day.

“He will be well, my son.” His mother’s words were whispered in his ear and he latched onto them as he had as a child, his hand slipping into Miriam’s as she smiled reassuringly. He glanced at Ratafian as the dark man’s hands came proprietarily to sit one on Sebastian’s shoulder, the other on Miriam’s. Ox’s place was at the end of each run to ensure all was well with Radley.

A loud cheer rang around the Lists as, on the last pass, Edmund was unseated. Sebastian could barely contain himself. It was now very unlikely the older Knight could best Radley, but it had been agreed that they would use their broadswords. He watched assiduously as the Knights battled, marvelling at his lover’s strength and dexterity. Another cheer accompanied Edmund stumbling to the ground, his sword falling from his hand, and apparently ceding victory to Radley.

Sebastian raced forward, peripherally aware that Ratafian was bit a couple of steps behind him. He gasped as he saw Edmund’s hand sneak to grasp at the dagger at his waist.

“Radley, beware,” he cried, barrelling into his oblivious lover to push him clear of any attack from behind by Edmund.

Radley caught Sebastian, staggering a couple of steps before regaining his balance. He turned at the cry of pain from the fallen Knight to see one of Ratafian’s daggers buried in Edmund’s shoulder and the older man’s own knife now useless at his side.

“For such dishonourable behaviour you are fined a thousand groats, Sir Edmund,” the King blazed furiously. “I will not tolerate un-chivalrous actions from my Knights. Chevalier, please declare the winner.”

Sebastian grinned happily as Radley was declared the joust’s champion and received the purse.

“My thanks, Sir Allard,” Radley smiled. “It will be good to return home,” he smiled at his well-wishers; his King, Sir Allard, the Lady Charissa and Sir Barnard.

“If I might have a word, Sir Radley,” Ratafian spoke quietly, all attention instantly diverting to the dark man, who held the hand of a blushing Miriam. “I would like to announce that Mistress Fitzroy has done me the honour of accepting my suit and we are now betrothed.”

“But, but that will make you my…my…” Sebastian gasped, unable to quite gather his wits.

“Your stepfather, unless you have an objection…” The rest of Ratafian’s words were lost to eternity as he was enveloped by small arms in a tight, enthusiastic hug.

“Mistress Fitzroy, do you have a father or uncle to provide any dowry?” the King asked, stroking at his short beard.

“I have no need of dowry, my Liege,” Ratafian laughed as Sebastian finally released him to hug his mother.

“Let me know the details of the wedding when I visit you in, say, three weeks’ time, Radley. I will provide a suitable dowry for Mistress Fitzroy and, unless she objects, would be honoured to stand as her father,” the older man smiled. “At that time Matthew can meet the cousin I think will settle him down well.”

“Thank you, Sire,” Radley husked. It seemed as though his world was finally resolving into peace and joy. If he was honest, the winning purse was secondary now. His castle was safe and, more importantly, he had a living, breathing treasure to take home.

****

Radley swept a laughing Sebastian into his arms before he crossed the threshold of their bedroom. He performed a slow pirouette letting the still giggling younger man see the room they would share.

Beneath the windows was a padded seat and he carried Sebastian over to let him gaze at the farmland that belonged to the castle. A heavy wooden set of drawers occupied the rest of the wall. A fireplace with a merrily blazing fire occupied the wall to the left of the door. A wooden dresser with wash bowl, jug and clean towels stood next to another doorway on the right. There were a couple of large, exotic tapestries adorning the walls, providing colour as well as helping retain heat.

“Where does that lead, Radley?” Sebastian asked.

“It is a smaller bedroom. It will be prepared to look as though it is your room, my sweet angel. I trust my people here, but we will lock both outer doors and make your bed look slept in if we have visitors, even though they will be housed in the other wing of the castle. I will take no chances with our life together, my love.”

Sebastian made a soft sound of contentment as he nuzzled the bigger man and then gasped as they turned and he took his first look at their bed.

He was certain it was the size of his whole room back in his old house. It was a luxuriant four-poster. Cream silk panels enclosed three sides, the fourth was draped open. Two small wooden tables were either side of the bed, the lamps they held adding to the light from the roaring fire. One also held a small bowl of oil that was atop a stone set on a metal trivet, which Sebastian made a mental note to ask his mate about. The bed was dressed with one long, cream silk-encased bolster with three pillows in the same silk on top of it. The bottom and top sheets were lapis lazuli blue. A thick, practical woollen blanket was just visible, but on top of that was a thick, multi-coloured, padded coverlet. It seemed to glow as if jewel-encrusted with rubies, sapphires and emeralds thanks to the flickering firelight and lanterns. It was clearly not of English origin and Sebastian turned his awed gaze to his mate.

“It is beautiful,” he whispered.

“But will be more beautiful still when you lie upon it, my angel,” Radley husked. He laid the younger man down and immediately began to shed his clothes. He had longed to see Sebastian lying here, to make love with him here. He was pleased his preparations had been appreciated. He grinned as he saw Sebastian struggle in his haste to be denuded. He stood and stared reverently at the slight, naked form in his bed. The firelight caught the different coloured strands in the auburn hair to create a nimbus. “I never thought to make love with an angel, Sebastian,” he rasped.

“Come to me, beloved,” Sebastian urged, opening his arms and legs wide in silent invitation.

Radley took his rightful place between alabaster thighs, letting some of his heavier weight settle on his lover. He took Sebastian’s lips in a long, thorough kiss whose heat seemed to melt the younger man’s body. For long minutes they traded increasingly passionate kisses and more intimate touches.

“Will you roll over for me, angel?” Radley asked. “There is more I would show you of lovemaking.” He moved aside to let the smaller man reposition himself comfortably.

“Yes, Radley,” Sebastian murmured. He then rolled onto his stomach, mindful of his manhood which was now standing out very proudly from his intensely aroused body.

“Let me help you,” Radley said solicitously. He lifted the slender hips and pushed a pillow under them, ensuring his lover’s shaft was suitably positioned. “Comfortable?” he queried.

“Yes,” Sebastian moaned as a thrust of his hips had his erect flesh sliding over the silk. His moan deepened in timbre as Radley ran large, calloused hands over his back. He groaned as the Knight moved behind him, fitting his hardness between his cheeks. He lay, letting Radley’s hands and lips traverse his body, lightly massaging, relaxing him fully. A gentle scent of damask rose permeated the air and Sebastian soon felt as if he were boneless.

Radley smiled as he continued kissing the silken skin before him, moving down until he reached the perfect, pert globes he had wanted to touch all that day. Slowly, he ran his hands over the smooth mounds and then dusted the surface with feather-light kisses to a gasp of shock from his inexperienced lover. He sat back a little, spreading Sebastian wide, gazing at the tiny rosebud portal that was his entry to Eden. A frisson ran through him as he finally saw just how small his lover was. Without warning Sebastian of his intent, he leant forward and licked the tight bud before blowing over the wet skin.

Sebastian cried out Radley’s name and shuddered with sensations he had never felt before as Radley alternated between licking and blowing. He felt dizzy with desire. He had never known there were acts so utterly carnal. He instinctively began a rocking motion, pushing back onto the lips and forward into the pillow, the feel of his sex sliding over the silk yet another layer of sensual delight. He was pulled onto his knees, his legs urged wide apart. He moved his arms to pillow his upper body and settled once more. He screamed and jerked as Radley’s tongue pushed inside him, but the bigger man’s hands held him securely in place.

Radley pushed his tongue into his lover, delving a little deeper with each thrust. He pulled back and nibbled delicately at the sensitive skin eliciting yet another impassioned cry from his mate. His grin was feral as he pulled the smooth globes apart and resumed his sensual siege. Sebastian’s cries and pleas quickly became little more than incoherent keening as Radley’s tongue defeated the smaller man’s defences and soon entered without resistance. Radley tenderly kissed the wetted aperture, glistening with his saliva. The sight had his primal side screaming to mount and take what was his. The civilised man looked at his lover lying spread open before him.

Sebastian’s back shimmered with sweat. His hands lay on either side of his head, gripping tightly to the bedding. His face was turned to one side, eyes closed, mouth open and still softly keening. His hips were rocking, his knees holding him in a defenceless position. Radley had access to anything he wanted. He ran his hands over the vulnerable body, kneading the tight mounds, fondling his lover’s sac before pressing a single finger into the saliva-slick, fluttering portal.

“I have never seen a more beauteous sight, my angel,” the older man whispered. He reached for the oil that had been kept warm by sitting on the heated stone. He let the golden liquid trickle onto the stretched opening earning another sweet cry of his name. He rubbed it around the now spasming entrance before two fingers slowly sank in deep, moving in and out in imitation of a larger, thicker organ that Radley felt throbbing between his strong thighs. The Knight was quickly able to move freely, scissoring his fingers. When the third finger was inserted, Sebastian moaned loudly.

“Radley, please, give me more, please,” the younger man begged shamelessly.

This time Radley wanted to see his mate as they made love. He urged the pliant man onto his back, draping the smooth legs over his broad shoulders. The Knight coated his lance with oil and lined up its burgundy-hued head with the stretched, pink bud. Radley held Sebastian’s hips once more but this time he pushed his own hips forward sheathing his sword into the willing body. He saw a flash of discomfort as he breached Sebastian’s weakened defences and then slid home into moist, tight heat.

“I love you,” Sebastian whispered, opening his azure orbs to lock with those like a clear, summer sky.

“I love you, too. Forever,” Radley vowed. He could see the emotion in Sebastian’s eyes. Then he began to make love in earnest. He pulled out slightly, only to push in deeper. When sheathed in the beautiful, willing body he felt completed and loved. Sebastian was beneath him and around him and it was the most wondrous feeling he had ever known. He groaned aloud as the younger man squeezed his inner muscles, massaging Radley’s primed weapon.

“Oh Radley, please, please, move again for me.” Sebastian begged, trying shamelessly to stimulate his mate.

Radley obeyed, pulling out and easing back in as both men vocalised their passion. He bent forward nipping at the innocent nubs on Sebastian’s smooth chest. His lover’s hands clutched at his shoulders with an almost desperate intensity to hold him to the nipples he suckled eagerly. He kept to a slow undulation, rubbing Sebastian’s jewel to take his mate to heights of ecstasy. Then he began to pound into him. A rhythm he had not known emerged taking them inexorably to bliss. His hand wrapped around his lover’s manhood, stroking the swollen organ to the same movement of his powerful haunches. He felt the lithe body finally cede all to him. Pearlescent seed flowed over his hand and between their bodies as Sebastian reached his zenith. With a primitive bellow of completion, Radley filled the spasming sheath with his release, only stopping when he felt drained and empty having given all he had to the man that was his everything.

Radley peppered the sweat-dampened visage of his decadent angel with kisses until he slipped from his personal Heaven. Both men mourned loss of their most intimate connection. With a glint in his eyes, Radley slowly licked his way down the slender body, lapping up all the precious crème he found. Pressing the lithe limbs back he cleansed his lover of the drops of his own seed that slipped from Sebastian’s body to soft whimpers from his young mate. Finally he stretched out, gathering the smaller man to cradle tightly to his chest.

“Sleep, my angel,” he whispered, kissing his lover tenderly. “This is but the start of our lives together.”

“Love you,” Sebastian whispered, letting his body succumb to the insistent pull of slumber.

“Love you, too,” Radley replied. He smiled at the sounds of his sleeping mate. He was finally at peace with himself, loving and loved by a living, breathing angel sent to make his life complete. On the morrow he would put in place the arrangements for Ratafian’s marriage to Miriam and the visit from the King. He glanced at the ring that adorned his right middle finger and which matched that on Sebastian’s thumb. So long as they were discreet, the rings would keep them safe from unwanted attention away from their home. He sighed his joy, revelling in the small, warm body pressed tightly against him. He would never feel loneliness again. His final joust again had won him a prize beyond all material worth, a living treasure to be cherished to the end of his days.