There were a few moments of disorientation while Bra-Neche tried to process where he might be.  The last thing he remembered was riding on a patrol with twenty other men.  He had been riding his horse somewhere near the middle of the column and trying to pay attention to his surroundings, when, out of the ground, chaos erupted.  His mind shied away from those thoughts, and turned to inventorying his hurts.  He realized he was not in pain.  He was, however, thirsty.  Rolling carefully to his side, so to better survey his surroundings, he came face-to-face with a boy. 

The boy spoke, but his words were unintelligible.  However, he held a cup in his hands, offering it.  After managing to sit up, Bra-Neche took the cup and drank deeply.  He handed the cup back to the boy, who refilled it, and handed it back.  He smiled.  His mind rolled things over repeatedly and the only thing he could come up with was he somehow had been captured. 

On the other side of the boy, he could barely make out the sleeping form of another human, a human with golden curls.  His mind placed those curls firmly on Tine’s head.  His actions were a bit clumsy as he rolled over and began to crawl toward Tine.  The boy did not try to stop him; in fact, he smiled. 

His hand touched the curls.  His body responded.  He realized he was nude, but that would make their reunion all the easier to consummate.  He ached with need to be with Tine.  Burying his face in the curls, his other hand roamed down his lover’s body as he positioned himself under the blankets too.  Somewhere in the rational part of his brain, it registered that this Tine smelled different from his Tine that the body felt different, but the irrational, need-driven portion of his brain was not listening. 

His lips met soft, warm flesh.  His tongue darted out to taste, warm, so warm, and clean.  He sighed in pleasure as his fangs pricked the flesh just deeply enough and Tine bled for him. 

“Ow!” Saphiron jerked but the arms holding him just pulled him closer.

“What’s he doing?” Karon whispered.

“I think he bit me.”

Karon giggled.  “Do you think he will do more than bite?  He seemed ready to mate.”

“I can feel, Karon.  Maybe you should leave the tent?”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Karon!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll be right outside.” Karon got up and left Saphiron to explain to the prisoner that they were not whores.

Saphiron grunted as the prisoner shifted his weight and rolled.  He found himself under the young man, in a very vulnerable position.  His neck ached in a most pleasurable manner.  Saphiron arched his back and managed to get one knee under him in an attempt to dislodge the youth.  Then he was penetrated. 

Saphiron froze.  He had not been in this position since… well since his family had been torn from him.  The youngster moved against him and within him.  Saphiron felt so relaxed, so much pleasure, his body began to respond of its own accord although his mind protested.  Rocking their bodies together, Saphiron invited more, and the youngster complied until they were lying conjoined and sleepy in the blankets.

Karon waited until the noises quieted down and returned to the tent.  The prisoner’s bedroll was empty, but Saphiron’s were twice full.  He crawled between the empty blankets and wondered why the healer let the prisoner do that to him when he had turned away every advance he had made to do the same.

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