by Pfantazm

	That night Bastian came to see Lennox in his room. He wasted no time. "I must leave in the morning." "So soon," said the redhead. "I'm dreading this," Bastian told him. "Have you decided?" "Almost." Bastian sat down on the straw bed beside his love. "Almost?" "There is one thing I need to know. Would you come back for me?" The mage's grey eyes filled with tears. "Of course." They embraced. "I can't do that again. I can't run for the rest of my life. I need to rest. I--" Teardrops rolled down Lennox's face. "I understand, my love. You've been through a lot." "I need to gather myself together. It's too much to take all at once." Bastian ran his hands through Lennox's hair. "I can't hide you forever. The Council will demand to see you, and I can only put them off for so long." "I thought so. By then, I hope I will be strong again." "You are strong, Lennox. You did face the Marauders and you know this new challenge is coming. I have felt your courage," the mage said, touching Lennox's temple. "If I have had courage, then I have drawn it from you. I need to find it in myself, now." Bastian kissed him. "I will miss you dearly." "And I'll miss you, but we have tonight." They held each other close, and cried, and slept safe in each other's arms. Warrigal stepped carefully along the rough path through the woods. Thom, on her back, thought back on the rest of their stay in Aragon. The king had congratulated them, and had given them free choice of where to go next. They would seek out crimes much as Thom had when seeking targets to steal from. Melydia and Rab's wedding was less than a week away. They would be able to attend. The Guard held a feast to welcome Thom among the Brethren. He felt that he had finally earned his colours. Lennox had told them that he would be settling down in a town somewhere to set himself up as a locksmith. He would not be able to stay with Sir Bastian. This saddened Thom, but it couldn't be helped. Thom and Madoc promised to visit. After riding for a day, Thom had only been somewhat surprised to discover his Guard-issue cooking pot was missing, and the tin pot he'd given Lennox was in its place. That seemed more like the old Lennox he'd met in Kraid's camp. It was a hopeful sign for his friend. Now they were riding through the forest by twilight, where Thom knew he'd always belonged. Before anything else, he insisted that they stop in one place. In front of a twisted, old tree, Thom reined in Warrigal. "Thom, what is this place?" "You'll see. It's a surprise." He came over to Madoc when he dismounted and kissed him sweetly. "Follow me." Thom climbed up into the tree. When they reached the right branch, he told Madoc to wait where he was. The new knight crossed and lit the lantern. Madoc saw the bridge. "Cross carefully, and use the branches on your left to brace yourself. Don't use the right. I'm not kidding you." Sir Madoc nimbly crossed into the safehouse. "Wow," he said. "I built the place myself," Thom told him. "There were times when I would need somewhere to go that was mine." He put the blanket he had over his shoulders onto the uneven floor. "Only three people know about it. No one else has ever found it." Thom unbuckled his leather armor. "Me, Lennox when I found him a few weeks ago, and now you." Sir Thom pulled the cuirass over his head. He walked over to Madoc, who had also removed his armor. "I want this place to be the same for you." Thom held his love. "I've seen some of what you've gone through in your life. I want to help you put some of that behind you. Between the orphanage and the barracks, you've never had a home of your own. I'd like this to be our home." Madoc looked around the treehouse. When he met Thom's eyes once more, they were shining. "Thank you. Thank you so much." He kissed Thom and hugged him. "I don't deserve someone like you." "Well, I don't think I deserve you. It's better like that, wouldn't you say?" "Yes. I love you, Sir Thom." "And I love you." They kissed. Thom bent down and grabbed the blanket. He wrapped both of their bodies in it. "Let's lie down," Madoc suggested. The dark knight lay on his back, and the fair knight draped himself over him. The blanket covered them both. Thom's hand came to rest on Madoc's thigh, and it massaged him up and down. "Mmmm...," Madoc purred. "I wasn't sure you wanted to do this again. After you found out Damon buggered me, you haven't touched me once." "I was waiting until we were alone. I think Bastian had his suspicions that something was seriously wrong with you. Now stop talking silly." Thom's hand moved onto Madoc's crotch. "I am yours for however long you want me..." Thom squeezed. "...and it feels like you do." Madoc blushed. "What about Damon?" "What about him? He's dead. I am disappointed, but I had my first time with you. That's good enough for me. Besides, I hope there'll be quite a difference between the way he did it, and the way I'll do it. It'll be like your first time." "How do you know how he did it?" "I did meet the man. He hurt you, didn't he? He was rough with you, and I know he made you bleed. That was the way he was. I promise you won't feel pain with me." Madoc's hands shifted unseen under the blanket, one to Thom's back and one to his butt. Their legs tangled together and they soul kissed. As their passion rose to the surface once more, their bodies writhed each against the other. Madoc felt his partner's cock hard against his hip, and his own manhood strained against the material of his hose, aching to be freed. The dark knight reached for Thom's shirt and began to pull it up to his shoulders. The blond threw the blanket off his back and got up to his knees. Madoc sat up and they began to strip each other. Madoc's cock escaped from his hose in front of Thom's face. Thom dove onto it, taking fully half its length in one gulp. Madoc groaned. The former thief slowly moved up and down its length, letting his tongue caress the soft skin in his mouth. Madoc sat, his body supported by his arms while his partner made love to his manhood. His jaw was hanging open, and he was panting. He moaned Thom's name. The blond pulled off Madoc's member and moved to tongue his balls. The dark knight graciously spread his legs as his head fell back. Thom licked the sac with the flat of his tongue, painting all sides of it. Then he circled each egg in its enclosure with the tip of his tongue. Madoc was whimpering. Thom sucked each one into his mouth, washing it with his spit. A long, hard cock quivered before his eyes. Thom continued to move southward, licking along the tops of his legs, the large tube that jutted out from Madoc's underside and down to the crack of his ass. "Thom, please," Madoc moaned. "I want you inside me. Pleeeease...." The blond lifted the leg nearer to him and the brunet raised the other. They were still spread out, so Thom had a perfect view of the scenery. Madoc's hole twitched in anticipation. The former thief rested one of his talented fingers right on the opening. It moved in a small circle, rubbing the muscle under the skin. Madoc lay on his back, eyes wide and bright, and he watched snatches of night sky dance among the leaves above him. His muscles were relaxed though his anxiety was rising. He was in the improbable state of a forced calm; he feared moving, that he might tense up. Thom's fingertip was now trying to poke ever so slightly into his partner. A small trace of sweat on Madoc's body eased the finger's way well enough for now, but Thom reached back for the bag with the greasepot. The dark knight wet his lips. He wanted this as badly as Thom did. He'd tried very hard to let Thom enter him when they'd tried before now, and Thom had been very patient. One good thing that had come of his encounter with Damon was that he knew he was capable of it. `Please,' Madoc thought, `let me be able to do this.' Madoc gasped as something wet and wriggly touched his hole. He looked down. Thom's face was buried in his ass and he was eating him out. His tongue flicked at the entrance and wormed its way in. Madoc grunted gutturally and started feeling warmer. He had his legs in the air, hooked in his elbows, and he pulled on his knees to try to get more. He heard Thom shuffle on the floor, grab his cheeks, and dive in deeper. Madoc groaned louder. Thom rimmed his love's ass for several minutes, until his tongue was sore. He decided Madoc was more than ready for the next step. He dipped his finger into the grease. When Thom stopped, Madoc was short of breath. That had been so good. Then came the finger. The High Guardsman stopped moving. It was beginning. The finger moved slowly, carefully, feeling its way around unseen. Madoc felt it close in on his hole, dip in once, as though to test the water, and then start to burrow inside. Thom felt Madoc's body stiffen, and he thought he was holding his breath. He got up, still inside of him, and stretched over to Madoc's head. The former thief laid a hand on Madoc's chest and kissed him. "Relax," he told him, "you'll be alright." Madoc exhaled, and the tension in his muscles abated. Thom shifted over, closer to his love's feet. His finger approached the aperture again, rubbing it gently, and then slid inside. Slowly, over minutes, Thom worked his fingertip into Madoc's ass to one knuckle, then to two. As Madoc's sphincter relaxed more, the ex-thief penetrated his partner with two fingers. Soon enough, the High Guardsman was physically ready for him. Thom shifted back up to Madoc's head. "How are you feeling?" "Great," Madoc said dreamily. "Do you want me to continue?" Madoc's pure blue eyes looked deeply into Thom's. "Yes, I do." Thom smiled back at him. "I love you." "I love you too." The blond picked up the greasepot again and scooped out a healthy amount on two fingers. He spread it thickly onto his very hard cock. He watched Madoc's face as he got down on his shins between the dark knight's spread legs. The moment had come. Thom loomed over Madoc, his lithe body poised just above, and his face inches from his own. Madoc could see nervousness and excitement in his love's eyes. He could see more of the love and joy, though. The dark knight's mouth curled up into a smile. They kissed once more. Thom's body sank onto his partner's, and Madoc grabbed him with arms and legs. The blond's cock dragged through the trench of Madoc's ass, greasing it more. Their tongues twisted around each other, and their hands gripped them closer. Madoc's cock was searing hot between them, and grinding against Thom's stomach. Madoc couldn't think when he'd wanted this more. "I'm ready, Thom." Thom moved off Madoc's torso and took his manhood in his hand. Damon had fucked him as he lived: crashing in roughly, taking what he wanted, and leaving a bloody mess behind. Thom entered Madoc as his own code dictated: gently, slowly, and with great care. As the head of Thom's cock eased past his sphincter, he felt himself open right up. He knew he could take him, all of him, and there was nothing more that he wanted to do. Thom's long, slender penis slid into Madoc over the minutes. It was so beautiful and good that Thom wanted to cry. He looked at his own penetration. Thom reached for Madoc's hand. He could feel in the bigger man's touch that everything was just fine. Maybe he could read Madoc's emotions by magic too. At long last there was nothing left for Thom to give. Madoc had it all. The blond leaned down again and whispered, "You did it, dear one." They kissed again, as they had just now, but this time connected most intimately. Thom's hips stirred slightly and Madoc purred. The former thief moved a little more and Madoc urged him onward with his heels. Soon Thom was making long, gliding strokes in and out of Madoc's ass. Thom had been right. This time was so very different. As he grunted, gasped, and groaned, Thom changed what he was doing to gage what Madoc liked best. When he leaned down to suck on Madoc's nipple, he had to strain to keep from cumming immediately. His body was overloaded with sensation. The only thing that had ever come close had been hanging on the outside of a building while getting the mirror two months ago. This was more intense, though. It felt as though his blood was bubbling underneath his skin. He wasn't aware of anything he did, though he could hear his own moans. He'd never felt so good. Madoc wanted to touch himself, but he couldn't for Thom's body over him, and it would be far too much sensation besides. They made love for what seemed like hours. Heat flowed from one body to the other. Their climax was inevitable. If Thom entered Madoc as a thief, then he also came like a thief in the knight, sending his hot juices into his love, and gaining the treasures inside. Madoc felt Thom fill him and saw him straighten up. His cock was stirring up his insides. He grabbed his own manhood and stroked himself wildly. In no time at all cum sprayed in all directions, smacking against both their bodies. Thom collapsed, breathless, onto Madoc's body. The dark knight laid a hand on his partner's back while they recovered. "Thom," Madoc whispered. "Yes, my dear one?" "I love you. Thank you. This was...." Thom chuckled. "Yeah, it was. How are you doing?" "I feel great." Thom was in his arms, they were both alive and safe, and Madoc felt that their love was complete. He felt he was home.

Author's Afternotes:

The next Thom and Madoc story is Thief of Hearts. Before that is a science fiction series, beginning within the next few months.

Similarly, a "knight of industry" is a swindler, and a "knight of the post" was a professional (?!) false witness in 15th to 17th century England.

Thank you all once again for reading the story to its completion, despite delays and cliffhangers and my having a life and job as a sideline to writing.

Until next time, Pfantazm

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