CHAPTER 3 

- The coup with benefits -


Jaromir opened the door to the Prince's room and peeked out. No guards in sight. He slipped outside and sneaked to the treasure room, this time memorizing the way. When the tall man reached it, he saw four guards standing in front of the big door, two more than earlier that night. But Jaromir did not intend to try again right then because he was too tired and had had some beer. So he walked through the shadows back to Syran's room and entered it. The thief saw the relaxed form of the white-eared man laying on the bed and tugged him in, kissing luscious lips and an ear that twitched slightly. "You are a cutie, Syran. Too bad you are my enemy." Jaromir straightened up and then left the room through the hidden passage. He had some planning to do but first he needed to take one thing in hand and that one thing rubbed against his trousers a bit painfully.

Syran moved slightly, his head throbbing painfully and brightness hurting his eyes when he tried to open them, shutting them and pressing his forearm over his face. When he finally opened them he blinked in confusion, looking around. He was in his own bedroom, in his own bed under the warm covers, but... Syran winced when he remembered a few details from last night and then he realised he was naked and remembered some more – that damn sexy bastard! He sat up more quickly than he should have because instantly he felt more nauseous... Wait sexy?!? Where did that come from? Again he blinked and cursed. He had been deceived and then passed out.. but why? The prince got up, wrapping the coverlet around his shoulders. He thought about what had happened and how he had led Jaromir in his room, showing him the secret passage way – how stupid had he been? All that for what? For sex? For finding the other man sexy? But he was a thief! A THIEF! Totally not worthy! 'But also quite sexy thief...' his mind suddenly whispered and for a moment he grinned stupidly but then huffed in anger. It had been stupid! 'But also felt quite good...' again the same voice whispered and Syran growled at himself. He had been so stupid and careless. Jaromir had known what he was doing all along, buying him those drinks and... luring him with sex and... He had been an idiot and had taken the bait! It would not happen ever again and Syran wouldn't let anyone know about this! The man was after something and Syran knew what it was – the damn jewels! He could only pray it wasn't too late now.

After calming slightly down, Syran told a servant to prepare a bath and then took it, got dressed just in time before a maid came to announce that the breakfast was served and the king and queen were waiting for him to join. After a silent breakfast Syran made up an excuse to go to the jewel room, relieved to find everything important still at their place. But he had a feeling that Jaromir would come back soon now that he knew a good way to enter the castle and Syran would have to think of something to stop the thief – but how? When he got the chance and some alone time he inspected the secret passage, trying to think. Traps? What could work as a trap? Nothing that would harm the other just... get him caught or alert Syran. Jaromir would come back after all. But the prince wasn't good at making traps and he was pretty sure that someone like Jaromir was smart to detect them. Still it didn't discourage him from trying so he set up a thin string near the floor, attached it and ran the other end against the wall all the way to his room, near the door, so if Jaromir stepped on it a bell he had attached to the string would ring. The blond also decided to seal the hidden door with small amount of wax. This way he would at least see when it was broken if the other trap failed. If he had time Syran decided to think something better but for now this would have to do.

Jaromir sighed... The last days were slow; he mostly stayed in his room because didn't want to accidentally come across the white-tailed boy. So his days consisted of training – as much as it was possible in the confines of his room – eating and sleeping. Tomorrow was the big festival whose name the Southerner had already forgot, but the King would ride through the city in a huge parade and Jaromir hoped that security in the castle would be low because of that.

The festival was a couple days later and Jaromir hadn't shown up yet. Syran could only hope that the thief wouldn't enter the castle when he was away, because the white tailed prince desperately wanted to confront the thief and stop him from getting what he was after. Syran enjoyed the festival morning when he was groomed and pampered to perfection. His hair was shiny and silky, his ears and tail as well, fine clothes, jewels around his neck, even his horse was groomed to match his style. It was a beautiful, sunny winter morning and Syran's mood was slightly better after getting so much attention and pampering and there was still more to come that day.

It was the festival's day and although Jaromir wanted to sleep in but was prevented from doing so by children running and screaming on the streets and the masses that were outside producing a constant, unnerving background noise. He got up, ate an rich breakfast and then strolled through the streets. It was a beautiful early winter day and although the sun shone brightly Jaromir had to wear several layers of clothing and a thick fur coat over them to not freeze. That made his movement a little awkward, but the clothes hid his "work instruments" quite well. The tall man led Preeno close to a place where he knew the hidden entrance was, then ate a light lunch nearby and watched some of street artists without real interest. When the sun started to set and the light became shadier he started to get into action. Finding the hidden door he opened and slipped through it, closing it behind him. The thief took out a glowing stone that provided him enough light to see almost perfect, his night vision perfectly developed. He walked towards the Prince's room when suddenly something reflected a sliver of light and he stopped dead in his motions. Examining the thin wire he had to smile. Syran must have set up this small trap. Stepping over it and watching out for other traps Jaromir reached the door and pushed it gently open, looking for some guards or the prince himself but the room was empty. Suddenly something trickled on his hair and he looked up. Wax! The small guy was cleverer as the taller man thought. Damn, now the prince would know that someone used the hidden hallway but the festival was going on for many hours. The thief had heard that the King was hard-drinking and most likely his family had to stay with him, so he had more than enough time to get the jewels and then leave town before Syran would be back from the festival.

Syran remembered being more excited over these festivals in earlier times but now he found himself smiling a bit faintly to the cheering crowd and he even was somewhat bothered by all the noise around them. Late afternoon he started detect slight nervousness in his father's behaviour. The king was looking around and constantly talked with the guards that closely followed the crowds movements and eventually two of them set their pace to match the prince's perfectly, each riding on one side of him. They got to the place where there would be a dance and dinner held later after his parents and he got some rest and something small to eat in a room set for them. But this time his father said he wanted Syran to immediately return back to the castle with four trusted guards. The king was obviously worried that something might happen with too many town people around. Syran was slightly annoyed that he'd miss the best part of it all but knew well enough that his father was not one to argue with. So the prince left with the guards, who took a different route to avoid curious people from seeing that he had left early. When hey neared to the castle Syran decided that the first thing he would do after getting to his room would be to check his little traps. He felt excitement growing in his stomach and wondered how it would play out if he in fact would catch Jaromir.

Deciding the King and therefore the Prince would be away for quite some time, Jaromir got out of his coat and threw it on the bed, then slipped out of the room, through the hallways he remembered from the last time – and only got lost twice this time. He was right; the security was really low and without problems he stood in the half-dark behind a pillar, watching the two bored guards. This time he had brought a miniature cross bow with him, a special construction that allowed him to shoot three arrows before reloading his weapon, but it only took him two shots and then both guards were sinking to the ground with a small groan. They would have a major headache from the direct hits and therefore getting a huge dose of the sleeping poison, but Jaromir didn't want to take any risks and so he used a large dose of the poising. The lock still was no big deal, though they had reinforced it, but after a minute Jaromir was in the treasure room, looking for the pendant with turquoise gem in a silvery frame with a white chain and found it. Holding it up triumphantly the thief couldn't hold back the wide grin. He had seduced the young prince and got the information he needed, waited patiently and now only had to escape and then the coup was perfect! He started his way back to Syran's room, almost whistling in glee.

Syran got to his room slightly annoyed that one of the guards actually escorted him and made sure he got inside telling him that he was expected to stay in his room before closing the door. The prince huffed annoyed and was tempted to make a rude gesture at the door before he strode towards his bed. He stopped and blinked when he saw the jacket that was tossed carelessly on the bed, his bed! Then a wide smirk spread on his face – the thief was in the castle and now he was trapped! All Syran had to do was to wait. He sneaked to the door's side, not wanting Jaromir to see him immediately when entering the room and his hand trembled slightly when he pulled out his small dagger and waited.

Jaromir had to evade a few guards on his way back to the prince's room but made it there, cracked it open just a bit so that he could fit his slender form through and then walked to the bed, still a victorious grin on his face. He reached for the jacket to pull it on and turned.

Syran had sneaked behind him and pointed the dagger at Jaromir grinning slightly, so very pleased of having caught the other man by surprise. "Not so fast, thief," he spat at the other male.

Jaromir stopped in his motion and surprise showed on his face for just a moment. Ignoring the dagger pointed at him, he smiled brightly. "Good evening, Prince Syran. You don't attend the festival?"

Syran narrowed his eyes and eyed the tall man warily – that bright smile had gotten him into this mess in the first place. "I did and as you can see I am back," he answered coldly. "Hand me the jewels that you stole," Syran demanded, extending his hand to the brunet.

"Still hangover so you wanted to miss the drinking this time?" Jaromir chuckled slightly, not giving the jewels back.

"Don't anger me," Syran hissed the warning and pointed the blade to Jaromir's chest. "Give the jewels back," he demanded again, more angry now. "Or you will find yourself in big trouble!" The man was annoying; chuckling and seeming to take the situation far too lightly.

Taking a step closer so that the tip of the dagger rested against his shirt, Jaromir tilted his head. "Oh, and what are you going to do? Will you kill me?"

Syran frowned; the man was not taking him seriously and that was really irritating. "Don't underestimate me," Syran said looking straight into emerald eyes. That was a mistake, he thought because he knew he couldn't really harm the other man, not like this, but Jaromir needed to think that he could!

"I don't. That one trap was... Nice. And the idea with the wax was really, really good." Taking another step towards the blond, Jaromir held the other gaze with his. "But there is something missing in these beautiful eyes of yours. The blunted look of a killer or the maniac glimmer of a slayer. No, you won't kill me for just stealing the jewels."

Syran's ears flickered back slightly for just a moment. "Hand me the jewels or you will get arrested!" He tried to sound as firm as he could and willing himself to not let that deep voice get to him or that look... He wasn't that weak! Damnit!

Jaromir took Syran's slightly trembling hand in his and pointed the dagger to the floor. "Syr, is that really necessary. It's just jewels, you don't need them. But in prison they would torture me, kill me or hack off my hands." Leaning a bit forward, the tall man purred: "And you know what these hands can do, how good they can feel."

The man was evil, EVIL! Syran's mind screamed, Jaromir's breath tickling against Syran's skin, making him shiver. "I can't let you leave with what belongs to my family," the prince spoke with narrowed eyes. "Hand over the jewels and I will let you leave without such a horrid fate. There are guards ready to enter if they hear my scream." His heart was beating fast, he gritted his teeth still watching the other.

Jaromir took another step forward, making Syran step back a bit. "You look adorable when you try to be intimidating." Suddenly he caught Syran's lips, gently pressing his own, slightly chapped ones against them.

Syran made a small surprised sound when receiving the kiss and let continue for a moment, before he managed to pull away. "What do you think you're doing?!" He shrieked, now annoyed at himself for sort of liking it. What was wrong with him?!

"Well, you know, you were a bit selfish that night. I didn't get a proper kiss, nor did I get some attention where I needed it most." Making a pondering face, Jaromir added: "Well, that was my mistake most likely. But why not get a small reward now? You liked it, didn't you? My hands on your body, your ears, tail, on your chest and tummy..."

Syran felt his skin getting hot and he huffed in confusion of not finding the right words to respond straight away. "Reward for stealing?!" He finally managed to choke out. "You are unbelievable..." he grumbled trying to refrain imagining what Jaromir had said and trying to stop himself from remembering how good it had felt.

"No, that is another thing. It is my business, you know?" The brunet purred, brushing his lips over a cheek and then over the ridge of an ear. "I mean a reward for making you squirm in pleasure, to have taken care of that beautiful soft skin of yours, that wonderful fur on your ears, tail... " Looking into turquoise, slightly clouded ones, the thief recognized the sped up breath of the smaller man. "A reward for tending to that raging boner you had, your white shaft so delicious in the moonlight, so hot to my touch."

Syran felt bothered and hot and... Uh! The man was not going to do this again! He was not going to take control so easily! Jaromir wanted to play this game? Well Syran could play it, too! The blond tilted his head looking at Jaromir quietly for a moment. "So you wish for something in return?" He asked changing the tactic and leaning slightly closer. "A thank you perhaps?" Syran asked with a whisper allowing his lips to brush against the taller man's neck and chin, before looking up coyly.

Jaromir unconsciously licked his lips with the daring actions and innocent look that Syran gave him. That wasn't in his tactics – the boy should get flustered and hot and then in a moment of distraction he would take his leave. But now the man was tempting him and he had to admit it, he was pure allurement. Taking into account that Jaromir wasn't with someone for quite a long time and his body was screaming for some real action, he responded: "Well, why not? It seems you have some manners after all." He smirked a little and then brought his lips close to Syran's, stopping a mere inch before them. "Show me how the Northern royalty says thank you!"

For a moment Syran locked his gaze with Jaromir's, wondering how far he was going to take this, but his voice of reason started to fade again; but this time he wanted to make the other hot and bothered and thus having the control for himself. Syran grinned before closing the short distance of their lips and kissing the other softly at first, teasing running his tongue along Jaromir's lips, feeling the slight roughness and the coolness against his tongue that asked for entrance. His hand that was no longer holding the dagger had moved to Jaromir's chest resting there for the time being.

Jaromir was surprised with Syran's boldness. The kiss hot but teasing and he allowed the prodding tongue to enter his mouth. His surprise grew when the smaller man stroked his tongue enticing against Jaromir's and lapped teasing at the roof of his mouth before wrestling again with his wet muscle. The taller man combed a hand through soft, blond hair before breaking slightly away. "Did you have kissing lessons?"

"A prince can have some secrets..." Syran decided to answer simply after moment of silence. It was true, he wasn't very experienced, but he had kissed before and... For the rest Syran decided to trust his instincts. It couldn't be that difficult after all... Syran went for another kiss, this time more demanding than before, his hand pushing Jaromir forward till his back collided with the wall. Breaking the kiss and pressing his body against the other man Syran grinned and studied the dark Ylvas' expression. He felt confident; this had to be the way to get back at Jaromir and win – and it had other pleasurable causes as well, that he couldn't deny.

After getting over his surprise Jaromir liked this rather confident and demanding behaviour from Syran, but he had to be on guard to not let lose himself in passion. Not here and not with the prince, not when he was so close to his goal. But well, the situation was just too tempting to not give it a chance, who know it could be the catnip on top of this wonderful day. So for the moment the brunet let Syran take the lead, waiting for the next move, enjoying the kisses, that lacked a bit finesse but were filled with innocent passion, a treat he hadn't tasted for so long... too long...

Syran pondered of his next movement – there were so many possibilities. He moved his lips along Jaromir's neck licking and nibbling at the skin softly, his hand moving down from chest to stomach, stopping to tease around the waistband. "I wonder..." He started, looking down, his other hand drawing soft lines over Jaromir's thigh while the other still lingered over the taller man's waist... "...is there a specific place that demands attention?" He pondered smiling slightly.

A small grin bloomed on Jaromir's face. So the prince wanted to tease, huh? "Well, I kinda twisted my ankle a bit. It could use a kiss to get better." He looked down and lifted a brow, not even trying to conceal his amusement.

"Really?" Syran raised his brow looking up at him. "You surely can not expect a prince to fall upon his knees in front of you??" He asked with a small smirk. "But if you do, then you are mistaken." He knew Jaromir could play dirty but he would not give him that satisfaction. The small man then shifted his weight so that his body pressed more firmly against Jaromir, one of Syran's leg going between the other's.

"Well, I was hoping for a man and lover, not for a prince..." Winking at the smaller man that pressed his sexy body against his Jaromir lifted a hand to cup a buttock and then gently stroked the tail base. "I think my ankle can wait... But my lips feel a bit neglected..." Brushing his lips over Syran's the thief's free hand trailed the other's spine up from the small end of the back to the neck.

Syran found it impossible to resist giving the kiss Jaromir asked for. He liked how the man tasted, liked how his tongue had felt against his own and he definitely enjoyed the closeness. The blond tried not to get too distracted though – he wanted to make the other quiver from want and need in front of him and... Well, it didn't feel like he was that far from achieving it because there was definitely something hard poking against his hip, which only made his own excitement grow.

Syran gave him that kiss and Jaromir smiled. When the smaller man's lips parted and a small groan left his mouth the dark haired man plunged his tongue into the other's cave this time. It was time to get back the control before he got swept away. Deepening the kiss, he battled with the warm muscle and then flipped them around, Syran against the wall, Jaromir's mouth swallowing the protest. A long stroke from the base to the tip of the blond's tail relaxed the smaller man, accepting Jaromir's toned body pressing against his. The thief broke away and attacked an ear, nibbling and licking at it's edge, rubbing his groin into the other's.

Syran cursed in his mind when the position was turned, but the protest died away soon and turned into a helpless, wanton moan. It felt too good and he shivered, desperately grabbing what he could, squeezing the thief's shirt in his fists. His head lowering against the darker man's shoulder, biting it gently unable to think straight.

"You know, you are incredibly sexy, in a Northern kind of way, Syr," Jaromir whispered huskily in a white ear, biting the ear tip gently and moaned when his shoulder was bitten. His need grew and Jaromir knew he would lose control soon if there was no action, so he knelt down, opening Syran's shirt and kissing along pecs and abs. The brunet opened teasing slow the trousers and looked up. "I will show you how kneeling will bring pleasure, my prince." Not caring for taking things slow anymore he let the white hardness sprang free and greedily went down on it, wrapping his fist around the shaft, sucking at the dick's tip vigorously.

This was definitely not what Syran had planned but there was no way he could come up with enough will power to stop this now, not when it felt like he had died and gone to heaven. "Damn...you... thief..." He muttered moaning in pleasure at the same time. His knees felt weak and his hand reached for dark hair, not really forcing him forward but definitely not pushing him away either. This was unfair! But oh so good...

Sucking sharply again Jaromir pulled out a long moan from the blond before he let the slippery cock slip from his lips, a disappointed mewl indicating what the owner thought about the neglect. "Shhhh... Wait a moment, Syr." Smiling Jaromir lapped over the bulbous head, tasting the pre-cum before slowing jerking it, burying his nose into Syran's scrotum that was covered with shiny-white fur, taking in the smell that was unique to the white-eared Ylvas, a mixture of musk, man and freshly fallen snow. Smiling into the warm, soft flesh the taller man whispered: "Yes, that is you, Syran."

Syran gazed down his eyes clouded with pleasure he hadn't known before this man entered his life and as much as he would have wanted to hate the thief it felt impossible now. Jaromir looked so incredibly erotic there between his legs. What odd things was he murmuring? What an odd man... Such a gifted thief... Syran felt helpless before him.

Licking along the silky fur that shone softly with the moon light, Jaromir opened his trousers. He looked up, and smiled at the young man. "Step out of your trousers, cutie," he requested, bending the hot cock in his hand a bit forward and kissing the dickhead on the slit.

Syran nodded, licking his own lips, purring now, all reasonable thoughts had vanished from his mind and all there was was this moment, this feeling in his groin and stomach. He kicked the piece of clothing away, looking expectantly at the other.

Jaromir got up, pushed his own trousers down in the process, pressing into the other's hot body. "This time I won't be left back," he smiled into a lightly twitching white ear. With this he bent down a little and pressed his engorged dick into Syran's groin, slowly going up and down the slightly slippery arousal, hands running over the other sides and thighs. "Feels good?"

Syran's free hand moved them to rest on the others hips, tightening their grip as the pleasure grew. "Nnh... feels good..." He agreed and his quavering moist lips pressed against Jaromir's neck.

"Good," Jaromir smiled and then lifted the other up and pressed him against the wall for support. "Wrap your legs around me, Syr," he requested and was pleased when the other's thighs pressed around his waist. Jaromir pushed forward, moaning when his own fur-covered scrotum gently pressed into the other's, fur against fur spreading a delicious warmth in his balls. Their erections were pushed together and Jaromir caught hot lips in a rough kiss when he started to thrust against the blond in a slow pace.

The kiss worked well to silence Syran's growing purrs and moans. He held on to the strong, lithe body, his white tail wrapping around Jaromir's thigh to secure the hold even better. The prince wasn't sure how long he could last like this; the pressure and the continuous rubbing of Jaromir's erection against his own were driving him wild from passion and a low, almost possessive lustful growl formed from the bottom of his throat, one that he was sure he had never made before.

Nuzzling the others throat Jaromir reached between their bodies, pulling back their loose foreskins, wetted his middle finger with their pre-cum and the reminders of his saliva. "Take my tail and massage it, Syr, pet it and gently pull it." Jaromir bit a spot under Syran's jaw, lapping at the sore spot while stopping the movements of his hips, fastening his hold in the smaller man while his middle finger circled Syran's sphincter and then slowly breached it.

Syran winced slightly at the new sensation – it was an odd feeling but not really bad either, for now he decided that it was just odd. He quickly reached to comply Jaromir's request and reached for the soft black tail stroking and pulling it in away he would liked to have his own tail massaged. Syran loved the texture of the fur, loved playing with it while experiencing all these other pleasurable feelings.

Jaromir's breath hitched when Syran took his tail and carefully started to pet it. It was his one big weakness, almost most sensitive spot and this small, sexy man in front of him obviously knew what he did. There even were some strokes the dark Ylvas had never experienced and he could feel his balls slowly drawing to his body, indicating the impending orgasm he craved for and Syran seemed to be in the same state. He felt around with his finger in the tight butt of the other man and when Syran's dick gave a strong pulse and the grip on his tail and thigh tighten he knew he had found the right spot. Thrusting and pushing against the throbbing manhood of the blond with yearning and eagerness he licked along the other's jawline and took half an ear in his mouth, purring against it. "Let go of any restraint, sexy. I want you to come undone, feel your need against my body, hear it and smell it!"

Jaromir's whisper were the final straw and Syran did just that, letting go and rocking his hips almost desperately against the other. Jaromir had touched something inside him that made him almost see stars. He couldn't find words; they stuck to his throat and only purring and moaning made it out. Finally his release caught him, making his body tingle and feel hot all over, his movements slowing down, grasping the other man, nipping on his shoulder and leaving a small mark there without further thought. Heaven!

Having Syran's essence spurted on his stomach and chest, feeling it drip on his burning arousal and along his scrotum, the clamping on his finger, the slow biting, deep growling and purring reminded Jaromir why he loved being with a man. Own pleasure overtook his last bit of restraint and the taller man pressed strongly against the still hard dick of his smaller lover, seeking release, needing it and a sharp thrust together with a gently pull at his tail tripped him over the edge, a long sequence of waves of ecstasy spreading in his system. While their semen mixed on their stomachs and twitching dicks pushed and rubbed against each other, he cuddled Syran with shaking legs against his body, pressing against the wall for further support and leaning down, sucking on the spot under the jaw he had bitten earlier, leaving a love bite in its wake.

Syran slowly unwrapped his legs from the man, sliding to the floor but holding on for support. His legs trembled, he felt relaxed and out of breath at the same timeh is mind was still too clouded with pleasure and the aftermath of the orgasm to really go through what had just happened. The prince did not even cared to be concerned over the love bite that Jaromir had left.

Jaromir pressed his forehead against cold stones. It must have been too long. That was why he was feeling so hot, wonderful and still a bit needy for more from the young man that pressed his face into the crook of his neck. But he needed to go, while the other most likely was still out of the world. Looking down and meeting the warm, drowsy gaze of turquoise eyes he smiled and then brushed his lips over Syran's moist, swollen ones. "Bed time, sexy. You want me to carry you?"

Syran found himself yawning. Who knew this was so energy consuming? He looked up sleepily and his body acted on its own, wrapping his arms around Jaromir's neck. 'Why walk if he was offered to be carried?' His confused mind reasoned and he was still purring softly,

"You are just adorable," Jaromir purred and then carried Syran to his bed, tugged him in and leaned down to kiss him long, keeping his gaze focused on Syran's. He flicked his tail gently over Syran's nose tip. "Okay, I go to the bathroom and then join you, so you can already go to sleep, cutie." He doused the candle on the night stand and then slipped on his trousers, tip toeing out of the room through the secret door, the pendant safely tucked under his coat.

In normal state of mind Syran would of course have known that Jaromir was lying and that, well... The man shouldn't even be in his room! But something of this after sex glow had just left him so completely relaxed and sleepy; like getting another dose of sleeping drug though he hadn't... Slowly the white eared prince drifted off to a peaceful sleep without worrying about a thing.

TBC.



Web published: November 6th, 2009.

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