-Geting back-

Jaromir couldn't help the bright grin on his face. He had them! He touched the pendant for the umpteenth time under his coat. Preeno trotted over a path that was not a real street but led to the South and that was enough for the tall Ylvas. If he avoided the main roads the chances that he would be caught were slim. His grin grew a little when he thought about the bonus he got last night. That prince sure was a sexy guy and made a good fun partner. There was a small sting in his stomach but he quenched it, remembering the wonderful sex he had shared with the blond. For a moment he forgot the crown jewels and remembered the silky hair and soft skin under his fingers, the hot needy arousal in his mouth and then against his own dick, pulsing and rubbing, driving him into a heaven he had missed for so long, too long. He wished he had more time to indulge the young man, showing him even deeper pleasure. Sighing Jaromir shook his head. No need to think about that. When he was back in the South, he would find someone else.

Syran realised he would have to work fast, once the guards were sent to watch him there would be no way to escape their watchful eyes.  Knowing his mother, the ones chosen for him would be very keen to fulfil their duty. He requested one of his maids to set a bath for him, cleaned himself up and got dressed warmly before sneaking out at early dawn. He quickly made his way to the stables.

“Prince Syran, you are up early.” The stable boy bowed at him.

“Yes, I’ve decided to go hunting, prepare my horse for me,” he demanded, trying to stay calm. He knew his parents would learn that he had gone out by himself before he’d be able to return, but… At least his mother would then see that he could take care of himself quite well.

He waited for the boy to prepare his horse. “What time will you be back my lord, should someone ask?” the boy asked as Syran mounted his horse. “I am not certain,” Syran replied. “I have packed food with me,” he added and motioned his horse to move forward. It was still dark out, but Syran knew these forests well and had no trouble riding through them heading to the south where he guessed that the thief was heading as well. He still felt angry of being deceived, angry at himself for allowing it and at the same time he couldn’t help but to go over the small details and how good everything had felt. The memories almost made him growl; he should focus on getting the jewels back and not thinking of how sexy that bastard was!

But as he kept riding, feeling lonely and having too much time to think; he kept going back to the last night’s activity with Jaromir. What was it in the thief that got to him so? That made his knees feel weak and forget everything else? He licked his lips remembering the feel of that strong body against his own, the feel of that silky tail against his fingers. Suddenly the air didn’t seem so cold anymore as he was warmed by these mental pictures… Moments later he cursed at himself; he had to stop thinking of the thief that way! So he gave him a mind blowing orgasm, so what?! …'Well it was wonderful, the best you ever had! That’s why!’… Syran felt he was going crazy with this inner monologue and tried desperately to concentrate on something else.

Looking into the sky the dark Ylvas furrowed his brows. There were dark clouds in the horizon. Jaromir had little experience with the weather in the North and no experience with such harsh winters at all. He did not want to get caught in a snow storm, the stories the tall man had heard were more than enough to make him shiver. Driving Preeno into a canter he looked around, hoping to see some smoke that would hint at a house but there was nothing until he caught sight of a cabin.  The roof was laden with snow but it looked solid.

Steering his stallion to the cabin he made sure that Preeno stood wind-protected under the protruding roof, put some sheets over him and fed his loyal horse then entered the cabin.

There was a small bed, a closet that had a few blankets in it, a table with four chairs and a fireplace. Luckily the snow was kept away and there was a large amount of logs of wood neatly stacked at one wall, together with some brush wood to inflame it. Jaromir started a fire with his flint and then melted some snow in kettle that he hung over the fire.

After warming some food and preparing himself some tea with tea leafs he brought from home, Jaromir started to warm up and feel even a bit comfy...

When Syran rode on he felt like he was being watched at some point, but saw no one and continued on his way.  He only encouraged his horse to go faster, because he was starting to feel tired and suddenly it started snowing; calmly at first then heavier. Syran remembered that there was a small cabin near by and changed his path to get to it. He finally saw it in the distance; sighing with relief as it was getting more difficult to see ahead. The small man frowned when he saw smoke coming from the chimney… could it be… Syran held his breath as he got closer.

Jaromir had eaten, drank his tea and made himself another cup, dozing on the bed, listening to the sounds of the storm which were somewhat calming. He hoped the storm would be over by the morning so that he could leave the cold country soon.

Syran noticed the other horse that was covered with some sheets. Sneaking closer, shivering from cold, he tied his own horse next to the other giving him something to eat before covering him as well. Syran then sneaked to the door. He took a deep breath, grasping his dagger; just in case, keeping it hidden under his robes before pushing the door open and entering.

Jaromir jolted up when the door creaked and the wind blew into the room. He unsheathed his long stiletto and stood up. This form in the door was kinda familiar... Was it... No... "You?!" He was surprised, then astonished, then a bit shocked and then he was... amused. "Missed me that much already?" Jaromir teased and put his stiletto away. "Come in, it's getting cold!"

Syran glared at the other man while shutting the door. He wanted to look threatening but shivered as he pointed to the other. "Y-you asshole!" He accused his voice shivering from cold, the snow melting on his clothes and dripping water on the floor. "Give back the jewels!" he said but no longer held the dagger; it had been more to cover him should he have found someone else than the dark-eared man.

Jaromir smiled at the shivering form. "Well, yes. I am an asshole. Not that it was a surprise for you, right?" He grinned lopsided and then poured the smaller man a cup of tea. "Here, it will warm you."

Syran shot the tall man an angry glare, then looked at the tea cup which looked tempting at the moment. Well neither of them were going anywhere at the moment, he decided and lowered his hood down before taking the cup. "Just so you know, I'm taking the jewels back," he announced.

"What, now?" Jaromir smiled. He had to give the boy that he was really persistent. The dark Ylvas hadn't thought that, he would have bet the small man was a spoiled brat, that would run off to daddy not chase after the thief himself.

Syran held the cup between his hands to warm them up still glaring at the other man. "Not now you idiot, but when the storm has calmed. Did you really think I would let you get away with that?"

Jaromir shrugged. "Actually, yes. I thought you were a wimp."

'The nerve of this guy!' Syran thought and stepped closer, "Well I am not! Now, where is it?" He demanded, trying his best to look intimidating.

Jaromir took a step back. "Hey, hey. How about you just warm up and drink that tea? It's from my home, you know, and it is really rare, but good. I even have some food ready."

Syran took another sip of the tea; it actually did taste quite nice but then he got suspicious. "You haven't poisoned this or anything?" He asked.

Jaromir rolled his eyes. "I am drinking it myself. What would be the benefit of poisoning you? And do you think I have poison ready all the time?" The white eared Ylvas didn't have to know about the three phials he had ready when the Prince ripped the door open.

"I don't know, but I know I'd be a fool to trust a single thing you say." Syran eyed the other carefully, he wanted to stay fully awake this time and not give the other another chance to escape.

Jaromir was a bit intrigued. "Well, it seems you do learn. But there is this snow storm outside and I am not sure what it would help me to poison you."  'Now...' He added in his mind.

Syran was silent pacing in the small room not taking his eyes off from the taller man. "I know you want to take the jewels and I am here to stop you and you won't like that," he said finally.

"You make me nervous. Would you sit down, perhaps close to the chimney since you still are shaking?" Jaromir tried to calm the prince.

Syran realised he was still feeling cold and his clothes that were slightly wet didn't help the situation either so he moved closer the fireplace and sat down still eyeing Jaromir while trying open his wet coat. "Why the crown jewels?" He asked

Jaromir smiled, took a chair and sat close to Syran. "Do you really expect me to explain my motives to you?" The taller man sighed. "But why are you so intent on getting them back?"

"They belong to my family! They belonged to us for centuries!" Syran exclaimed, shrugging the jacket off and moving closer to the fire, giving an annoyed look to Jaro. "Of course I want them back."

Jaromir scratched his head. "Okay, dumb question. But why didn't you take guards with you? To arrest me? I mean, do you think you are a match for me?"

Syran narrowed his eyes. "I can beat you!" He huffed. "I told you not to underestimate me!" He didn't want to admit out loud that he wouldn't want the other to be arrested knowing he'd be severely hurt by the prison guards. Jaromir might have been a bastard but... still, not that much.

Jaromir was tempted to ruffle the other's hair just to annoy him but didn't do so. "So, how are we going to solve that situation when the storm is over?"

Syran tried to think about it, then he shrugged. "I guess we have to fight," he said, looking at the other again with calculating eyes.

Jaromir tilted his head and smiled brightly. "You lost three times in a row and you still want to fight?"

"This time I will win." Syran smiled sweetly at him, refusing to feel inferior to the other.

"And what fight will it be this time?" Jaromir wriggled his brows.  "You know we could fight in such a way that even the loser doesn't feel like losing," he added with a smirk.

Syran huffed and looked away feeling his skin getting little hot at that small reminder of what had happened between them. Then he gave Jaromir a curious look. "And what would that be?" He asked in slightly wary tone.

Jaromir smirked and leaned forward, whispering something in Syran's ear, making it twitch and its owner blush brightly.  While the younger man sat there, his face bright red and keeping still, his eyes averted, Jaromir tilted his head. "So, I guess that is a no. Well, we could also fight traditionally for it..."

Syran was speechless for a moment, trying to calm himself. He would not let the man get to him again! "Well.. we can set rules... though... knowing you, you would not respect them..." He was still blushing, so many images and ideas rushing through his mind that he couldn't get rid of now!

"Rules are there to be broken," Jaromir agreed. He yawned. He hadn't gotten any sleep last night and it was already night outside, the swirling snow and the darkness preventing any view out the windows. He laid some more logs into the fireplace. "But why don't we discuss that tomorrow?" He looked into a heated face, green eyes boring into blue ones. "There was so much action last night."

"You can sleep, I will stay awake," Syran told him. It was not safe to fall asleep as he was certain that Jaromir would be gone if he did and so he would have to fight his sleepiness.

Jaromir lifted a brow. "You will stay awake the whole night?" He grinned. "Well, if you want, a tired enemy is just to my liking." The tall man disrobed his upper layer of clothing, bronzed skin visible on his legs and arms and then he went to bed, cuddling into the sheets. "Just a warning, Syran. I am a trained theft and... well... something more. If you try to search through my clothes during the night, I may react on instinct and cut your throat the instant you touch me." Wriggling his brows he added: "It would be different if you are here the whole night close to me. After all I owe you a cuddling, right?"

Syran huffed though he hadn't been able to not look at the man when some skin was being revealed. 'Damn sexy bastard!' His mind screamed and he quickly looked away. The floor looked hard and he felt tired and uncomfortable and he was the prince! He should have comfort! This situation was so annoying! "Stupid cabin..." He muttered looking towards the bed again and towards Jaromir. He had to admit the offer was somewhat tempting...

Jaromir saw the longing view in Syran's eyes and lifted the sheets. "Come on. You must be tired as well. And what can happen? I have the jewels, I sleep to the wall and we don't even know when the storm will be over. With this fucking cold weather here I could need some additional body heat to keep me warm."

Syran thought about it for a moment before cautiously getting up and approaching the bed. He removing his shoes before getting next to the other man. "I will wake if you move after all..." He muttered wanting an excuse why it was a good idea, but realising it was also a very weird feeling, being this close to Jaromir.

"Yeah, whatever," Jaromir yawned and then turned to the wall, giving Syran some space in the small bed. "Good night, Syran." The pendant securely wrapped around his hand and the other hand laying at his dagger, the dark Ylvas drifted off to sleep, leaning a bit back into the heat the prince offered.

"Good night," Syran whispered and listened to Jaromir's breathing for awhile and when he was sure that the other man had fallen asleep he relaxed and allowed sleep to claim him as well.

While dreaming pleasant dreams Syran kept moving closer to the warmth beside him eventually wrapping around the other from behind like clutching on to a warm, firm pillow and soon Syran started to purr in comfort that the feeling caused.

Syran woke at first morning light. The storm had calmed and he felt warm and comfortable where he laid. Then, looking at Jaromir, he grinned; the other was still asleep! This was his chance and he was already close. The jewel was somewhere on Jaromir and... Syran had an idea how to get it back and the idea wasn't at all unpleasant. He leaned closer, gently kissing the darker male's neck, his hand sneaking around him. While kissing his way up to a tanned cheek, his hand moved lower on the other's chest, further down to a flat stomach, feeling and touching.

Jaromir felt something warm moving over his front, touching some pleasant spots while another source of warmth, that was moist and blew hot air on his skin, moved over his neck, leaving a trail of goose bumps in wake. He pressed into that warm body behind him, the teasing touches lulling his mind.

Syran grinned at the reaction, rather enjoying their current position. He pressed a bit more against the other, his other hand searching for Jaromir's tail and starting to slowly stroke the smooth fur, while still kissing his neck and jaw. The small man was getting slightly distracted from his goal he realised when his hands were now roaming over the other's body more boldly and the pendant was almost forgotten. Oh no, not now, now he would win! He had to focus! Jaromir should be distracted though!

Jaromir started a low purr that went louder when his tail was petted. He felt wonderful, it was a long time since he was touched so gently early in the morning. When that wonderful hand touched a special spot Jaromir’s thought process shut down and he just pressed further into the touches, simply enjoying the attention and caress.

Syran couldn't help but to think how sexy the thief was like this and how much he would have wanted to take things further, but Jaromir had gotten away too often. Finally the prince found what he was looking for; the pendant around Jaromir's hand, but it was too risky to take it yet, so he kept distracting. Perhaps just a small reward for being such a clever thief? Syran mused to himself and slowly moved his hand along Jaromir's stomach to the other tail that might require some attention as well. He shivered slightly when running his palm against the bulge on Jaromir's groin and couldn't help but to lick his lips while doing so.

A small moan escaped Jaro's lips when a warm palm touched his erection through the fabric of his underwear and it swelled just a little more with the sensation. "Good..." he whispered, still not awake. Rubbing his arousal against the palm he added a throaty: "More!"

Syran's grin widened and he carefully slipped his hand under the fabric to grant that wish; more... The organ felt hot under his touch, hard, throbbing, wonderful... He slowly started to stroke it while his other hand became more bold in getting the jewel into his hold. His thumb pressed against the slit, and he held his breath while slowly moving the pendant from Jaromir's hand to his own. Step one completed! He thought with triumph and again paid his attention back to the quite pleasurable task. His heart wasn't made out of stone after all, he couldn't just leave the other hanging. Or standing in this case.

Jaromir pressed his face into the pillow and groaned when the thumb pushed against his tiny slit, slightly rubbing over the underside of his foreskin-covered glans and he could feel a thick drop of pre-cum leaking out, wetting the digit that brought forth so much pleasure. It was pleasure that overrode the thoughts that tugged at his consciousness because there were touches against his arm and hand. Those concerns left the room when the hand on his dick started to move, stroking his manhood into full erection.

Syran found himself getting little aroused in the process as well – hell, it would be difficult not to! His hips pressed forward against Jaromir, but it was clear determination that made him fight back his own desire this time. He was so close to victory! His hand started pumping the thick organ faster, while his tail caressed the firm buttocks; teasing the man further. It was such a shame that such a sexy man was such an annoying thief at the same time.

Pleasure spread through Jaromir's body radiating from his groin into his thighs and stomach, the tail against his buttocks a welcome caress that added to the sensation. His breath sped up, need overtaking his senses. "Longer strokes..." he requested and got what he asked for and with the next stroke he pushed into it, his foreskin pulling back and then this warm palm slid over his exposed glans, sending tremors of titillations through his needing dick. "More... More..." he breathed, his own hand covering the one on his dick, applying gentle pressure on it.

Syran definitely enjoyed seeing this side of Jaromir, so needy and eager. It was getting more and more difficult for him to deny his own arousal – in fact this was pure torture for him! His tail pressed more firmly against Jaromir's bum, moving over it, while his hand obeyed the request of the dark Ylvas in his hold. Syran reached for Jaromir's ear, gently nipping it while proceeding to pleasure him.

Jaromir pressed against the tail that slid over his butt, pushing back a little and then he felt something hot and hard pressing against a buttock and he heard a small moan, that went straight into his groin. Then his ear was caressed with soft, supple lips and his arousal doubled, fire starting to burn low in his stomach, his balls pulling up to his body. A deep purr rumbled in his chest and he growled lowly, thrusting into that hand that had a strong hold on his dick, slick with his pre-cum.

Syran nibbled that soft ear again, tightening his hold around the jewel as if to remind himself of his goal. Yet he was hard – no way to deny it – and it was almost painful, he wanted more contact so bad but he knew there was no time for that. Jaromir's movements were the ultimate test for his will. But how this butt had pressed against his arousal... Syran was sure the thief could make him lose his mind again if he didn't manage to bring Jaromir over the edge soon, so Syran doubled his efforts.

The hand sped up and Jaromir felt like he was in heaven, that warm body against his back, the lips on his ear, the soft, furry tail against his butt and then the heat in his stomach settled in his dick, spreading up to the tip and he growled into the pillow. The orgasm took over, ripping through his system with full force, his dick pulsing in the firm grip, jerking his semen over the hot hand and his stomach. Jaromir allowed himself to reel into the pleasure, keeping that hand on his slowly softening dick, wrapping his tail around a leg that was close by.

The sight had been more than pleasurable, almost making Syran space out. He tried to calm his breathing, slowly aware of the situation. Jaromir's tail was around his leg! No, it wouldn't do! He had to go! Trying to think Syran gently pulled his own hand away and with it he pulled Jaromir's underwear further down; it would work well if the other was undressed and could not go right after him. Syran kissed the darker male's cheek. "It was fun, but I unfortunately really have to go now," he whispered and wriggled himself out of the hold. Syran tried to think very unsexy thoughts while quickly pulling his shoes on and going to his jacket. The image of his mother telling him how 'they did it too with his dad' did the trick to ease him from his rather uncomfortable problem.

"Don't go..." Jaromir whispered, though he didn't really know to whom, but without that warm hand and body the bed was oddly cold. He also wanted to take a small nap with his tail around a warm leg and then return the favour, because he remembered a hot dick against his buttock and well... Perhaps have a second round of fun, too? "Please stay."

Syran stopped at the door and bit his lip. His hand rested at the doorknob; those pleads were so tempting and a part of him actually considered returning. The tall man was looking so very sexy, half naked on the bed and... The smaller man shook his head. He had duties! He was the prince and Jaromir was a thief! If he stayed now the man would trick him again and it would be humiliating. And his parents had to wonder where he was by now... "Sorry Mir, I can't... You just go back to sleep," he spoke gently and finally opened the door forcing himself outside. It was cold and immediately he missed the warm place next to the thief. Syran hurried to his horse, took the blankets off and checked if his stallion was alright and got something small to eat from his pocket before mounting him. He was distracted by the memory of Jaromir on the bed, distracted by those pleads to stay and by the disturbing thought that he had actually considered staying. Deep in thoughts Syran didn't recognized the nearing danger.

The blond hadn't made it very far from the cabin when he thought he heard something from his right, then, from the corner of his eye, he saw something moving on the left and his horse got restless but Syran tried to encourage it further. There was a sudden sound of horsemen approaching; again on the right. Syran turned and saw a man riding towards him and instantly knew he should run. But when he turned another came from the other side and made his horse panic slightly, neighing loudly. He rode forward but the two closed in on his sides, screaming at him and one took hold of the bridles. That was when the white horse bolted. Syran tried to hang on but finally fell down onto the snow. Everything was happening so fast and he heard a third voice somewhere. "Take him!" Syran felt confused, the surprise had caught him totally off guard.

Jaromir was dozing off again when he heard fighting sounds and sat upright. He blinked when Syran was nowhere to be seen and - more important - the crown jewel was gone. Stolen! From him! By a royal, a prince! He cursed out loud and got up, almost staggering to the floor because his underwear was tangled around his knees. Looking down he saw remains of semen on his stomach, his dick a little red and he remembered the pleasure from earlier.

"That little bastard!" But despite his words Jaromir was impressed. So the prince had turned the tables and beat him with his own weapons. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard more noise that sounded like a few horses galloping close by. Jaromir quickly dressed himself, not caring to clean himself and then saddled and mounted Preeno, cautiously riding towards the source of the noise.

Syran struggled to his feet. The bright snow was everywhere and being still disoriented he couldn't focus on his magic. "Prince..." Someone called mocking and a moment later a hand had reached to his hair, pulling him back and making him scream. The attacker was behind him and Syran tried to kick him , struggling and hissing in the man's hold.

"Just stick that sedative drug to him!" Someone else hissed in an annoyed tone and Syran felt something sharp against his shoulder making him hiss more loudly and fighting harder and he managed to struggle free from the hold, muttering a low chant as the man tried to reach him; making him slip on the newly formed ice.

Jaromir arrived at the scene where he could see Syran struggling against three men. He reined Preeno, observing the situation for a moment. The men slipped and fell down, having problems to get up on his own because of the slippery ground and the weight of his armour. Jaromir pondered on what to do - on the one hand an open fight never was to his liking, on the other hand the prince had the jewel and helping him might get him the pendant back.

 "Zima you idiot! Get up!" someone growled.

"That brat did something I cant!!" the other whined. Someone laughed; Syran heard a sound and tried to get away from it but felt the drug starting to spread in his system slowing his movements.

"My prince you are tired! Let us take you to rest!" The mocking voice sounded on his side and then someone grasped him from behind. Syran felt more and more exhausted, his struggling weakened. "That's it cutie! Just relax! You get to ride with me..." The last words were spoken in a lewd tone but Syran could not fight back anymore.

Jaromir decided against charging in right now. There were still two armed men and Syran seemed to be under the effect of a poison. Still he couldn't abandon the prince because he had the crown jewel and he wanted them. Cursing under his breath Jaromir retreated for the moment, following the group of riders in a safe distance when they left the place.

Web published: November 20th, 2009.

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