Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy


Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy


Ten years on from the Shadow Wars peace has seen Severine thrive under the continued leadership of King Titus. Alexander Tor’al has vanished into the footnotes of history while Nathan Drison has retired to the quiet life. For Brent T’elc, Chosen of Heironeous, life has also changed. No longer adventuring beyond the next horizon he has finally found peace in one location. Commander of an army and beloved leader in Land of Zealots he continues to walk the difficult path of Chosen. Yet Brent knows all to well how fickle finding peace can be. I have used the D&D religion of Heironeous and have done so only out of deep and abiding respect and love for it. I have written added my own analects and personality, but have tried to keep as honestly to some materials found in the D&D world as I can. This is, for legal purposes, a fanfiction under the Open Games Licence.


Ten years on from the Shadow Wars peace has seen Severine thrive under the continued leadership of King Titus. Alexander Tor’al has vanished into the footnotes of history while Nathan Drison has retired to the quiet life.

For Brent T’elc, Chosen of Heironeous, life has also changed. No longer adventuring beyond the next horizon he has finally found peace in one location. Commander of an army and beloved leader in Land of Zealots he continues to walk the difficult path of Chosen. Yet Brent knows all to well how fickle finding peace can be.

I have used the D&D religion of Heironeous and have done so only out of deep and abiding respect and love for it. I have written added my own analects and personality, but have tried to keep as honestly to some materials found in the D&D world as I can. This is, for legal purposes, a fanfiction under the Open Games Licence.

Chapter15 (v.1) - Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 25, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 25, 2016





“Something’s different about you today, Chosen,” commented Damien when they braked from training. Lifting an eyebrow he replied, “Oh?”

“Yeah. I think Drison’s visit helped you relax. You don’t look so stressed around the eyes anymore. You seeing him again?” Brent nodded and smiled.

“Aye, in five months for the birth of his first child.” Damien pursed his lips and looked at him with disapproval. “You’re sleeping with a married man?”

“What I do Damien is no concern of yours,” Brent replied curtly. “You chose celibacy for your faith I did not.”

“How are you not destroying their marriage? Doesn’t she suspect you?” he asked folding his arms uncomfortably across his chest. Brent shook his head. “No. She knew when she married him that he was mine. That bond shall never break and she is very accepting of it. That is part of the reason why I’m going down to help her with the birth.” Damien snorted disbelievingly. Brent narrowed his eyes. “I am not going down south to Aldur to screw his brains out, Damien. I am going down to help her recuperate after giving birth.” Brent’s tone tightened and became hard. “Whether niece or nephew that child will be loved as my own. I will not have you mar his or her birth with scandalous unfounded rumours.” Damien’s brown eyes turned stony as he glared at his superior before turning and stalking away.


Brent watched him go. “Damn you look cross, Chosen,” said Jason patting his shoulder. He followed his eyes and harrumphed. “Has Grumpy got his knickers in a twist again? Yeah well don’t worry about him.”

“He had a go at me about my love life,” grumbled Brent.

“Ha! Like you have a love life beyond Nathan,” joked Jason folding his arms beside him. “No. Wait. Something’s happened, hasn’t it?” A cheeky grin crossed his face. “Has Patrick finally gotten you into bed?” Brent looked at him unamused. “Oh come on, Chosen,” wheeled Jason, “you can tell me.”  Pausing a moment longer he considered his request. “Well we did sleep in the same bed, all three of us-” Jason hooted and punched his shoulder in support –“but nothing happened beyond a few gentle touches.” Allowing his serious facial expression to fade he added, “at least not until Nathan left.” Slinging an arm around Brent’s shoulder Jason grinned toothily at his friend. “About bloody time you moved on.” Brent gave him a wry smile.

“That’s what Nathan told me.” Tapping the side of his nose with one finger Jason winked. “Smart man, that Drison.” Looking around to confirm that they were out of earshot Jason added, “So is this news going public? You and Patrick boning one another.” Brent flushed and mumbled a reply. “What was that dittums?” teased Jason happily. “We’re ah, not quite there yet,” Brent admitted bashfully.


“Not for Patrick’s lack of trying I presume,” confirmed Jason. Brent nodded. “Hey mate that’s ok. It’s been what, five or six years since you and Nathan were going steady? You’ll rebuild your stamina in no time.” Brent’s ears reddened and he rubbed a hand over his mouth. “That’s not the damn problem you prick,” he retorted but Jason laughed and clapped him on the back. “You’ll be fine, Chosen. You’ve always risen to every occasion.” Brent groaned at the double entendre. Spotting a certain blonde Errant waiting for him Jason grinned and waved goodbye. “See ya, Chosen. My lady awaits!”




Lighting the candles on his desk Brent smiled and looked northward out his window. While the distance was too great to hear them he could see the evidence of bats and owls soaring above the long grass of the perimeter on their nightly hunt for prey. Humming an old boyhood tune he wandered over to his cupboards and began to grind several chamomile and mint leaves together with his mortar and pestle. The door opened quietly. “Put them on my desk, Patrick,” called Brent without turning around. Several moments passed when he turned to where his companion still stood transfixed by the door. Grinning he carried the mortar over to the kettle he had simmering on the fire. “Well if you’re not going to put them down could you at least close the door?” he joked crouching down and adding the herbs. “What are you wearing?” asked Patrick in a low voice coming closer. Brent smiled shyly over his shoulder. “Just my trunks.” He felt fingers run over his bare shoulders. “I like,” murmured Patrick. Turning Brent found himself face to face with Patrick’s clothed groin and looked up at him with a bashful smile. “Not too much?”


Patrick shook his head. “No. Not at all.” His hands cupped Brent’s face and held his eyes lovingly. Then a cheeky expression crossed his face. “In fact,” he added salaciously, “I could think of several jobs you could do right there on your knees before me.” Chuckling Brent took hold of his hands and kissed the back of his knuckles. “You flirt,” he teased shaking his head and standing. “Did you manage to get the agricultural report for me?” Patrick nodded.

“Yeah I did. You’re not going to do that now are you? Especially dressed that way.” Brent frowned slightly and nodded. “I’m concerned over my judgement of Tolin. I know I had no choice but to remove him from his seat on the Council but I feel uneasy without having him nearby. The new man, Glen Taylor, just isn’t the same.” Slinging an arm around his shoulders Patrick kissed his shoulder comfortingly. “Then why not give him some sort of position to support Glen?” Brent looked at him and grinned. “See that’s why I keep you around.”

Patrick chuckled. “And I thought it was because of this,” he teased grabbing his groin. Brent rolled his eyes ignoring him. “It won’t take long, Patrick. I’m going to pour myself a cup of tea. Want some?”



The next hour was one of delicious torment for the paladin. Determined to finish his reading his companion was equally determined to distract him. Brent had ignored the delicate touch of fingertips that caressed his back and shoulders until Patrick had swung his arms around him in a tight hug. Pulling him onto his lap he’d thoroughly kissed the bewitching siren until he’d settled in his arms. Resting his chin on his forehead Brent continued to read while his lover snuggled into his chest. “Interesting reading?” Patrick had asked at one point. Brent snorted, turning the page and shaking his head. “It’s about figures for soil enrichment through crop rotation. Not my field at all.”


Taking Patrick’s wandering hand off his hardening nipple he lifted it to his lips and sucked absentmindedly on a lone digit while he continued to read. Feeling Patrick wiggle his backside into his groin he grinned and warned, “I wouldn’t keep that up if I were you.”

“Oh?” murmured Patrick trying to get comfortable. “I can’t find a spot where you’re not sticking into me.” Brent sniggered,

“That’s kind of the point.” Patrick glanced up at him then down between his legs trying to see his arousal. “Well damn!” he grinned broadly trying to get up. “Just let me get rid of my clothes then.”

“Stay,” ordered Brent tightening his one armed hold on his manservant. “I like this,” he admitted quietly watching his eyes for his response. “Holding you here while I work.” Patrick’s grin softened and he lifted his head for a kiss that Brent willingly granted.


Parting Patrick murmured, “When you’re done you will have time for us, won’t you?”  Brent smiled kindly and brushed his dark locks behind his ear. “Yes beloved,” he promised loosing himself in fields of green. “And I fully intend on collecting interest on the amount of distraction you have proven yourself to be,” he add when Patrick blinked. Patrick beamed and slowly disentangled himself from his lap. “Let me refill your tea then.” Brent nodded his thanks and bent his head once more to the task.


Knowing his lover, Brent was unsurprised when Patrick returned with a full cup of tea and nothing else on his person. Shaking his head he rolled his eyes as he sat back and gave him a long-suffering look. Patrick winked and shook his backside at him playfully. “Oh you love it, paladin,” he teased. Reaching out Brent squeezed his backside playfully before giving it a light smack. “Hey –ow!” yelped Patrick springing away and turning with a haughty expression on his face. “You can spank it when you fuck it and not a moment before!” he growled crossly. Brent couldn’t hide his humour and laughed loudly. “Oh come now, Patrick, it was barely a tap.” Placing the back of his hand on his forehead Patrick swooned. “Oh the pain! The agony! My poor posterior! I shan’t be able to sit for a week!” Peeking out of the corner of his eye he watched as Brent laughed harder and harder as he rubbed his backside and tried to sit on various items around the room. “Oh dearest me! Only a kiss from a handsome paladin will make it better!”


“Well come here then,” grinned Brent wiping the tears from his eyes and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Approaching Patrick turned around and stuck out his posterior for his well-earned kiss. Feeling a chaste peck on his right buttock Patrick hummed, “I don’t think that worked. Might have to give it another go.” He heard Brent laugh and, grasping his hips, began to plant kisses all over his backside. “There. Not an inch unkissed. Better?” asked Brent after several minutes.

“Well I can think of a few places missed but oh, alright,” grinned Patrick. “Still I think I ought to sit down on your lap again just to make sure.” Feeling confident Brent put his hand up to pause him. “Let’s take this to our couch, shall we?”

“But your reading?” questioned Patrick bounding over to the couch. Brent raised a hand as he skimmed the last of the document. “Done!” he announced and sauntered over to his lover who awaited him with open arms.


Tight in his embrace he kissed his lover’s neck, his hands running over his back. Patrick slipped a hand under his trunks and felt his lover tense. “Let me,” said Patrick nibbling an ear lobe. He felt his lover shudder and the bulge pressing into his thigh harden further. There was a tiny nod as the paladin pulled away the last article of clothing between them. Smiling warmly Patrick glanced down at his arousal then back to his face. “There now. Isn’t that better?” Embarrassed Brent flushed and pulled his lover onto the couch with him.


Brent’s hands ran up Patrick’s well-formed thighs from his knees to his hips as he leaned in to catch one pale brown nipple between his lips. Sucking softly he flicked his tongue across the nub and heard Patrick’s answering groan. Searching fingers ran down his chest, his stomach, to their long awaited goal. He stifled a moan as firm supple fingers encased his length and began to pump along his shaft slowly. Involuntarily his hips began to thrust and he became aware of Patrick’s cock brushing his. Reaching down he took hold of his lover’s and tried to replicate his actions from the previous night.


Growling impatiently Patrick forced his man backwards on the couch until he was lying above him. Their hands on each other’s cock, he groaned and thrusted unabashedly into Brent’s unyielding hold. Bracing himself on an elbow he sought his lover’s mouth with his own, crushing his lips in a ravenous kiss.


Willingly trapped beneath him Brent moaned with pleasure as his cock swelled in Patrick’s hand. Opening his mouth his tongue sought his, darting and twisting as his spare hand caught dark hair and dragged him closer. Breaking for breath he gasped, “Close . . . So close!” He saw Patrick grin and pant back,

“I’m gonna . . . cum all . . . over your chest.” He watched transfixed as Patrick bent back in his moment of ecstasy and cried out. Hot white liquid spilled onto his stomach as he gasped and found his own release.


Panting he slid his hand free and held his lover close. Green eyes peered down at him sparkling with joy. Lifting himself up slightly Patrick dipped his finger in their jism and brought it to his lips. “Mmmm yummy,” he murmured offering the same to Brent. Hesitantly he opened his mouth and sucked it off his lover’s finger. “But apparently not to you,” chuckled Patrick seeing Brent pull a face at the taste. He stuck two fingers back into the drying mixture and licked them clean with relish. “Tastes great to me but I wonder if that’s because of the source.” Brent glanced down at him disbelievingly. “Well,” muttered Patrick getting off him and kneeling beside the couch, “only one way to find out.”


Brent looked at him uncomprehendingly for several moments before Patrick ordered him to sit up. “What are you planning, little one?” he murmured bemused. Patrick looked at him strangely. “’Little one’? That’s an unusual endearment.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I didn’t say that. Just – different is all.” Brent leant forward and kissed him deeply. “Different is what you are, my siren of desire,” he praised. Patrick grinned and, gripping the back of his knees, yanked him forward suddenly until his backside was on the edge of the couch. “Sweet talker or not you aren’t getting out of this, lover,” he growled playfully. Putting his hands up in surrender Brent grinned giddily. “What do you want me to do?”

“Sit there and watch,” answered Patrick with a wicked grin.


Pushing his knees further apart Patrick positioned himself with his mouth an inch from Brent’s already swelling member. Brent watched with anticipation mixed with nervousness as Patrick cupped and fondled his sack in his hand. Maintaining eye contact Patrick leant forward and flicked his tongue over his head. Brent swallowed, his breath hitching as he watched wide-eyed the dark haired siren licking and sucking on the length of his shaft. Green eyes twinkled with merriment at the loud groans he made as lips encased his head and slowly consumed him. Threading his fingers through Patrick’s hair Brent encouraged him further down his cock, hips bucking at the tightness he encountered at the back of his throat. “Oh gods, yes,” he gasped, his eyes closing momentarily at the pleasure. The vibration of Patrick’s laughter caused his droplets of pre- to increase. Throwing back his head on the couch he roughly thrust his lover back and forth on his arousal.


Giving himself over to his control Patrick teased and tormented every inch of his cock, his fingers busily massaging his sack as his lover grazed the back of his throat. The fingers in his hair became unbearably tight before dragging him into place. His nose buried in the short dark curls of his hair he listened to Brent’s feral cry of release as his seed flooded his throat and filled his belly.


Dazed by the power of the sensations running through him the paladin became limp and fell back amidst the pillows of the couch panting. Licking his lips Patrick rocked back on his heels and flexed his fingers. “Am I good or what?” he remarked catching the astounded eyes of his lover. Blinking Brent moved his lips, but no sound emerged. Patrick’s grin broadened considerably. Lifting a cupped hand to his ear he leant forward. “What was that, old man?” he teased lightly. “Speak up.” Frowning Brent tried again but although his lips formed the words no sound issued forth. Clapping his hands together Patrick stood proudly over his fallen lover. “Seems I’ve stolen your voice, lover,” he proclaimed gleefully. “I guess this means I’m the one who gets to have the final say tonight.” Brent’s eyebrows furrowed and although he looked a mite put out Patrick reckoned it was more from embarrassment than any real anger. “Well then, let’s get to bed shall we?” said Patrick helping him to his shaky feet.


Slinging an arm around his neck Brent mumbled a reply. “What was that?” grinned Patrick. “Well of course I’ll sleep with you tonight, lover.” Brent’s eyes darkened as he explicitly mouthed that that was not what he had said. “And you want me to suck you off in the morning as well?” continued Patrick gleefully misinterpreting his wishes while he pulled back the sheets. “But of course I will. Mind you, I think I’d like to have my butt inspected by your cock as well as my throat. Can never be too careful with sickness, you know. A deep thorough searching is definitely in order.” Rolling his eyes Brent shook his head and scooted over for Patrick to join him in his bed.


Tucked under the sheets the two held each other close. Seeing his lover continue to silently mouth phrases Patrick leant forward and kissed his brow with tenderness. “Sleep,” he murmured settling deeper into the pillows. “And know I love you too, my darling.” A soft smile formed on the paladin’s lips at his gentle words. Pressing his lips to his shoulder he kissed him chastely. Cuddling into his side he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.



White tiles. Always spotless white tiles, never a brown foot mark or a spec of black dirt. Must scrub them clean. Can’t have a dirty floor for him or her. She’s with child, his child. Keep it clean so she stays healthy. He desires it. And if he gets what he desires . . . He feels his groin catch fire, his hand unconsciously rubbing the swelling hidden beneath his clothes. . . If he is pleased then he’ll show me that he cares.


The door opens. The brightness of a lantern pours in and hurts my eyes. I shield them the best I can as the lantern is shelved nearby. The door locks. He is alone. Beautiful he looks, fancy clothes and a neatly buttoned shirt, its cuffs turned and pressed. Different from his old self. “Come out, Alex. Come out and meet your lover.” Grinning foolishly I stand. I’m conscious of my urchin-like appearance before his graceful elegance. “It was a good night,” he tells me glancing in my direction. I see his eyes burn through me and I know he is picturing me naked. “Take them off,” he orders and I quickly comply. My raging hard on springs free of its confides and I run my fingers through my hair.


Stripping off his gloves he smirks that beautiful smirk of his and I feel my heart leap in my chest. I love him. Neither the losses he has caused me, nor the pain and humiliation I have felt for being with him have been able to stem this feeling. When I am away from him I hate this weakness, this disease called love. When he is angry and lashes out I feel it is my fault even though I know it is emphatically not. I should be angry. I should scream and yell and run away into the night. But I daren’t leave her with him. Maybe I should kill him. Save us both from his black moods. It wouldn’t be hard. A poisoned dish. I’d eat it too, die with him. But then who would look after her and the babe? What if she touched it too or worse; was suspected of the murder? Maybe the shock would make her loose the baby. No. Mustn’t.


His arms open and my thoughts fly away like leaves on the wind. His crooked smile beckons me closer and his lips taste of heaven. Strong arms wrap themselves around me and I am intoxicated once again. Lips and teeth leave their mark on my pale flesh as my lover gropes and fondles my yearning body. A strong hand massages my shaft with efficient pulls just how I like it. Biting my neck he licks my ear and whispers, “Got a great hard cock in my hand right now. You know what we should do?”

“What?” I ask, shivering all over in anticipation. His smirk broadens. Stepping back he strips the rest of his clothing away leaving the scarred dragon warrior I fell for over a year ago. “Lather me up and fuck my tight little arsehole,” he commands, watching for my reaction. He is very pleased with me tonight. He turns and bends over. His beautiful arse, the only part of his body not scarred, is bared to my sight. I watch and pant as calloused hands reach back to bare his glory hole for my tongue. I get on my knees and lean in.


A voice is calling me, calling my name. But it’s not my name, not really. Or is it? No wait – I do remember it! My hero, my champion, my Chosen. The Spokesperson of my god. He is calling me by my name.


Without making contact I lean back listening for the words that surround the name. I can’t quite make it out. He growls but I ignore it. Standing I turn, searching for the words.


A fist hits my spine. I scream, falling to my knees. Another blow strikes my collarbone. Pain blossoms under the vicious contact yet still I search for the words. My cheek is pressed harshly into the white blinding tiles as my arm is wrenched back and I am forced to the floor. I feel my shoulder pop and lightening sparks in my veins.


Lightening! That’s one of the words! My eyes refocus and I stop his fist midair. Standing I bend him to the ground, my fingers clenched hard around his fist. “No,” I hiss harshly. “No more.” A bright white light flashes.



Heart hammering Brent woke. Blinking his eyes open in shock he looked around the familiar room for comfort. It was several moments until he noticed the sleeping siren in his bed. Tenderly the back of his hand caressed Patrick’s cheek while he slumbered on undisturbed. Knowing he would not sleep again Brent slipped silently from the covers and padded over to his workbench. Pulling free a crisp white sheet of paper from a drawer he collected several fine lead pencils. Quietly moving his chair closer to the bed he sat and stared at his lover. He noticed how the moonlight reflected from the sheets, how Patrick’s hair fell in disarray across the pillow and the delicate structure of his long fingers that curled where they lay on the mattress while he slept.


Smiling he began to sketch.


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