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what these thoughts are, my stallion?"
It took Aeton a moment to collect his thoughts, then
to release them into a single sigh. His hands slid behind
Leandros back to pull the two of them closer together.
"I think I truly need you to protect me. This... rubbish
inside my head isn't going away like it should."
"Don't try to force it out. It'll only cling harder."
Leandros spread his hands over Aeton's skin, giving
back life to the territories weakened by shadows. "Just
like that mud, when I got us lost in that swamp. You
remember that?"
"Aye." Aeton chuckled softly. "You never looked
more like a mess in all your life."
"And who, pray tell, was the mud man who finally
got us out of there?" Leandros didn't try to contain his
laughter or his smile as he gazed down into Aeton's
eyes. "I think he was the same brave soul who led me
between the pines and confessed his love to me."
"I didn't know how you would take it." It was still
hard, sometimes, to remember the days Aeton dared not
look Leandros in the eyes. One look had been all it took
to enflame Aeton's senses. But now, Leandros need only
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be smelled or felt for Aeton to feel the need. His hands
slid up and down Leandros back, his hands eager to feel
how hard Leandros muscles were. "I didn't know if
there would be anything more between us than
brotherhood."
"I'm glad there is. I'm damn proud of you." Leandros
swept his hand across Aeton's brow, "You're more than
what's going on in here. You are the best man I've ever
known. You're the best lover I've ever had. Maybe now
you can be the only one I'll ever desire."
A look darkened Aeton's eyes. He might have been
the only one Leandros desired to bed, but he was not the
only one. "What about-- "
"To hell with that wench!" Neither her name nor her
presence was welcome in the place where Leandros kept
his treasures. Aeton knew better than to even hint at her
existence! Leandros slammed his palms against the
ground, "You! Do you know how much it stings to be
the one to have to get you drunk every time you need to
lie down next to yours?"
Aeton did not try to save his eyes from Leandros
glare. "It must be the same ache as when I go to your
room, only to have a slave tell me you're not alone."
"If only you were my woman," was all Leandros
could retain of his rage. He collapsed atop Aeton's chest,
his ear seeking out the steady pulse of Aeton's heartbeat.
There had been many a night when such a sound was all
Leandros had to soothe him into sleep. "We'd have a
thousand children by now. All of them with your
strength."
"And your blessed good looks," Aeton's hand rose up
to ruffle Leandros hair. "If you had been a princess, I
would have endured anything to be your prince."
It was Leandros turn to be annoyed with his own
memories. "Was that why you showed up at my uncle's
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doorstep? You wanted to see how they hid me in those
rags?"
"I wanted to find the other half of me that they had
stolen." Aeton brushed his hands through Leandros hair
and down Leandros back. "I told them I would have
protected you better than they ever could."
Leandros pressed a quick kiss against Aeton's cheek.
"Do you want to protect me now?"
"I could." It would have been so easy. More than
easy. "But I made my promise to you. I am yours
tonight."
Leandros looked down and studied Aeton's position.
Something about it must have been very pleasurable, for
the smile that curled his lips was punctuated with a
quick jerk of the hips. "What if I did this?"
Before Aeton could fathom what had brought such a
mischievous gleam to Leandros eyes, Leandros sat up.
He spread his thighs to pin Aeton's legs against the nest.
Aeton propped himself up to see how bare Leandros
body was and how attentive... glorious Leandros length
looked in the candlelight. Leandros scooted back so he
could slowly rock his hips back and forth and tease
Aeton's shaft with touch alone.
"You...!" Aeton dropped back, his hands instinctively
seeking out Leandros thighs. He'd always been weak
when it came to Leandros wilful spirit. Whatever
Leandros wanted, Aeton bent his entire soul to see it
done. If Leandros wanted death, Aeton would go down
to the underworld and bring the dead-god back in the
blackest chains. For love, Aeton became Leandros
willing servant.
Leandros slid his calloused hands down his abdomen,
purring and moaning all the way down the crest of his
own hips. His hands were drawn to the warmth that
Aeton's touch rubbed into his thighs. He lured Aeton's
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touch higher, to the place where his legs met his hips.
He left them there to explore the expanse of sun-
darkened skin while his hands were drawn to his own
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