Birthday FIC for tularia - Purity of Intention (17/?)

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Title: Purity of Intention (17/?)
Author: namarie120and arieltachna
Type: RPS / FPS crossover
Pairing: Diego / Orlando
Rating: NC-17
Warning: none
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, created for entertainment and enjoyment only. With all due respect, we do not own these characters, either the actors or those created by Arturo Pérez-Reverte. We just think it’s a fascinating world.
Feedback: would be wonderful
Beta: sileya
Summary: A cynical swordsman is hired to return a runaway – or so it appears
A/N: Thanks to tularia for the beautiful banner
A/N2 – Wishing to tularia the happiest birthday ever!





Eager to show the Capitán the new outfit he had purchased and to tell him about the sword he and Eric had selected for him, Íñigo pushed open the door to his guardian's bedroom, his arms full of clothing. The sight that met his eyes made him stop in the doorway, his words of greeting dying on his lips. Alatriste lay on his side, Orlando drawn against him, their arms and legs intertwined with each other and the rumpled bedsheets in an unmistakably intimate embrace. The young man stared for a moment, as if hypnotized by the steady rise and fall of the two men's breaths; then he realized what he was seeing and backed away silently, dropping the garments on the table in the common room and moving uncertainly to the apartment's small window.

He had seen the Capitán bring women home before, knew of the unspoken arrangement with Caridad that allowed them to remain even when money was short to pay their rent; but even he knew those encounters meant little more than a way to ease a man's needs. His heart told him that what he had just seen was different. He had felt it, the emotion growing between the Capitán and the handsome Englishman, without needing the confirmation he had just seen to understand the threat. Gazing out the window at the dusty street below, he wondered how he would support himself when the Capitán left or asked him to go.

The sound of a door closing roused Orlando from his slumber. Taking care not to disturb Diego who definitely needed the rest, he slid from bed and into trousers and a loose shirt. Walking into the other room, he found Íñigo standing by the window. "Did you get what we needed?" he asked softly, keeping his voice down so he wouldn't wake Alatriste.

"Si," the youth answered without turning, nodding toward the table. "A sword and dagger too – we have to go back to get them once they are sharpened."

"Good," Orlando declared. "We'll give them to the Capitán when he wakes up." He examined the clothes on the table, approving the quality and workmanship. They were good clothes, but not so fine that Diego would feel uncomfortable wearing them. "You know the Capitán well," he observed. "He'll like these, I think."

"Si," Íñigo repeated dully, thinking back on the years he had spent with the Capitán. He had never doubted that once he was old enough he would join the swordsman in his adventures, fighting at his side – now he felt lost, unsure what the future would hold for him. He could not return to the sleepy rural village his mother lived in. Swallowing down the fear that threatened to choke him – hadn't the Capitán been just a little older than Íñigo was now when he first joined the tercio? – he cast his mind for some means to make his way on his own.

Orlando frowned at the monosyllabic answer. Usually, Íñigo was much more talkative. "Did something happen in the market?" he asked, wondering what was bothering the youth.

"No, nothing," Íñigo replied, knowing he was being rude but unable to summon the energy to care. Suddenly he couldn't stand to remain with the Englishman while his guardian – his former guardian – slept. "I think I will go see if any of my friends are about," he muttered, turning from the window toward the door to the stairs.

"Íñigo, wait, please," Orlando asked, cursing his sleep-fuddled brain for not letting him figure out the puzzle in front of him. "Something is bothering you, and it wasn't when you left to go shopping. Diego said he talked to you and that everything was all right, but it's not. Tell me what's wrong, please. Maybe I can help."

"Nothing is wrong," Íñigo insisted. "I am glad the Capitán found someone to make him happy."

"I'd like to think I make him happy," Orlando admitted softly. "He certainly makes me that way, but he wouldn't be happy if he thought you'd run out of here upset without talking to one of us about it." He paused and considered the situation for a moment, trying to see it from Íñigo's perspective. "Is that the problem? Are you afraid that now that he's found me he won't want you anymore?"

"Neither of you will want me around, will you?" Íñigo asked, fighting not to lose control of his emotions in front of the English nobleman. "I'm not a child, you don't have to pretend in front of me. I know I will have to leave."

Orlando frowned. "What gave you that idea? Did Diego say something to you to make you think he felt that way? I'll admit we haven't talked much about the future, but I can't see him abandoning you like that. I know I won't. You mean too much to me, to both of us. I don't know what I would have done without you this week, Íñigo, and that's not going to change just because the Capitán is out of prison." He shrugged a little. "Spain may not be the safest place for any of us given how often we've thwarted the conde in the last few weeks, but whatever we decide to do, we will decide it together, all three of us. Unless you don't want to be around us now that you know?"

"No!" Íñigo protested quickly. "I mean – you – he – I did not think you would want me around," he floundered. He did not think the Capitán would send him away on his own, but he had been sure the Englishman would not want him to stay; far less had he expected to be offered any say in their decisions. Embarrassed at having misjudged the Capitán's friend so badly, he dropped his eyes to his feet in awkward silence.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way," Orlando replied. "I certainly never meant to. You were my rock this week, and I'd like to think we've become friends since I got here." He held out his hand, palm up, an invitation and a gesture of peace. "Amigos?"

"Amigos," Íñigo agreed shyly, taking the Englishman's outstretched hand. He had expected a soft, pampered grip, but Orlando clasped his hand strongly and reached for his shoulder with the other, the sincerity of his words made manifest in his embrace.

The absence of Orlando's warmth and the muted sound of voices awoke Diego. Pulling on his breeches, he stopped in the entry to the common room, a small smile playing over his face as he watched his ward and his lover assert their friendship. "I suppose I must now guard against the two of you conspiring together," he observed, leaning against the doorframe.

"Only if you try to separate us," Orlando reassured his lover, his eyes raking the older man's form, observing the lessened swelling in his shoulders. "Are you sure you should be up?" He didn't want to coddle Diego unnecessarily, but he also knew his lover would need to be in better shape than this if they had to deal with any new threat from the conde.

"The bed is empty without you," Diego murmured, moving forward until he could place an arm around both Orlando and Íñigo. While he would not embarrass Orlando before his ward, neither would he hide what he felt for the one who had captured his heart. They would still need to face some hard decisions, but hearing Orlando declare he would not leave either of them had done much to ease the doubts that had assailed him.

Still feeling a little shy in the face of all the revelations of the last few hours, Íñigo peeked up at his guardian nonetheless, seeing the emotion in his eyes. "You can kiss him if you want," he murmured, his gaze dropping as a flush spread over his cheeks. "I don't mind, and I won't tell anybody. I promise."

Squeezing his ward's shoulder, Diego ruffled the youth's hair before turning to Orlando, his lips closing over his lover's in a kiss of tenderness and promise. "Te adoro," he murmured, softly enough for only Orlando to hear.

Orlando returned the embrace in the spirit it was offered, leaning into Diego with all the love in his heart. He was careful, though, not to release Íñigo's hand, not wanting the boy to feel dismissed. The whispered words of love elated him, making him wish they were alone so he could show his lover how he felt, but there would be time for that later, time when doing so would not risk alienating the youngest member of their family. Pulling back before he lost all control, Orlando smiled at Íñigo, grateful not to have to hide his feelings any longer. "Do you want to show the Capitán what you bought him?" he suggested, knowing that if he didn't put some space between himself and his lover, he couldn't be responsible for his actions.

Mindful of their earlier conversation, Diego bit back his uneasiness at being dependent on Orlando's largesse and complimented Íñigo on the shirt, breeches and jerkin he had selected.

"We purchased a sword and vizcaina too. The merchant remembered you and promised to have them sharpened and ready before dinnertime," Íñigo added. "Señor Bana said he had never seen so many fine swords before. I am sure you will be pleased with the one we picked for you."

"I am certain you chose well," Diego agreed, his words underscored by a loud rumble from his stomach. "It seems I still have several missed meals to make up for," he added with a twist of his lips. "Perhaps you could add to your usefulness by fetching us some lunch?"

~~~~~

Roux knocked as he entered, alerting the inhabitants of the apartments to his presence. He looked at the man leaning against the wall, his chest heaving with the effort it had taken to get here. "A few moments more," he assured Javier, "and you can rest again."

"I must rebuild my strength," the older man insisted, though his voice shook slightly as he fought to catch his breath. "You have been more than kind to take a stranger under your care. I cannot continue to impose on you."

"You helped Diego in prison," Roux replied simply. "That makes you far more than a stranger and deserving of any help I can give you." The door opened before he could say more, Íñigo's face appearing in the doorway. "Ah, mijo, you remember Javier. I think he'd like to see the Capitán if you can help him inside."

Íñigo smiled and stepped into the hallway, offering his arm to the older man. "Señor Montega," he said with a slight bow, "won't you come inside?"

"Gracias," he gave a small, stiff bow in return before taking the young man's arm. "Are you Diego's son?"

"His ward," Íñigo replied with a shake of his head. "He took me in when my father was killed in Flandres. Íñigo Balboa," he added by way of introduction. "I helped Roux take care of you last night, but I don't think you were awake enough to remember. Thank you for taking care of the Capitán in prison."

"He showed me the way of it first on my own shoulder," Javier admitted, suspecting his new friend would not have boasted of his own acts of compassion. "Helping him in return was the least I could do to repay him."

Íñigo shrugged. It didn't matter whose kindness had come first. The Capitán considered the Señor a friend, and that was all that mattered to Íñigo. "Come inside and sit down," he insisted, walking slowly so as not to strain the other man's strength. He had spent the day watching Señor Bloom help the Capitán and thought he knew what to do now. As soon as he had Señor Montega settled at the table, he looked at Roux, sprawled comfortably on a nearby chair. "The Capitán is resting," he said as evenly as he could, "and Señor Bloom is... with him. Shall I go get them?" He could not stop the blush that stained his cheeks as he remembered the sight that had met his eyes the last time he had opened the bedroom door.

"I'll wake them," Roux replied, rising from his seat and starting toward the door.

"No," Íñigo pleaded, but he subsided when Roux's gaze met his.

"It's all right, mijo. The Capitán and I have no secrets from one another," Roux assured the boy, pleased to see that Íñigo's protective attitude extended now to Orlando as well.

Javier saw Alatriste's young ward glance at him uneasily and smiled in reassurance. "Your Capitán saved my life," he said softly. "He did not ask for proof of my innocence before helping me. I will not condemn him for his choice of companions – he could be guilty of a hundred worse acts, and I would still owe him my loyalty and respect."

Roux's smile widened as he stepped into the bedroom. It seemed Diego's knack for winning the hearts of those around him had not failed him. His gaze softened as it landed on the sight before him, the two men wrapped tightly around each other, the sheets kicked down to their feet. Their shirts lay on the floor, but their trousers remained in place. Chuckling slightly, he rested a hand on Diego's foot. "Is the Inglés teaching you modesty?" he teased when Alatriste's eyes opened immediately.

"I'm still too damned weak to do more than sleep," Diego grumbled. "This time," he added, a warm smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched Orlando's eyelashes flutter against his cheek, their voices beginning to waken him.

Reluctant to wake, Orlando buried his face in the crook of Diego's neck, not wanting to slip out of the dream he'd been having, the dream of Diego hale again, making love to him without limits. "Don' go," he mumbled sleepily, feeling the body against his shift as if to move away.

"Roux is here," Diego murmured, pressing a kiss to Orlando's dark curls before tilting his lover's head up to brush his lips. "I must speak with him." His lips against Orlando's ear, he whispered a salacious promise for later in the evening before forcing himself to pull from the tempting embrace.

Orlando groaned at Diego's words, his cock thickening eagerly. He tried to settle back into the pillows once his lover rose, but it was pointless, he decided quickly. He wouldn't be able to rest again so soon without the swordsman's arms around him. Grousing under his breath, he sat up and pulled a shirt over his head. "So what have you learned?" he asked Roux.

"Why don't we go back in the other room?" Roux suggested rather than answering right away. "I think Javier would feel much more comfortable once he's seen for himself that our Capitán is also on the mend."

Shrugging the new shirt Íñigo had brought over his bandaged shoulders, Diego walked into the common room to greet his companion. "I am glad to see you are doing better, my friend," he said, clasping Javier's hand. "We did not know if you had family in the city to inform of your freedom."

"Those who resided in Madrid have already fled or been taken," Javier replied grimly. "I would not know how to reach any of them, if they still live."

"Are there others?" Roux suggested. "Perhaps out of town where you would be safe?"

"Perhaps," Javier said uncertainly, "though I do not know if any place can be called 'safe' any longer when one can be denounced without proof or even knowing who one's accuser is. And conde Lee is not known to be tolerant of suspected heretics living on his estates."

Around the table, the other men's faces grew grim. "So you, too, have had dealings with the conde," Roux observed, glancing at Diego to see if the other man considered it safe to talk in front of Javier.

"I think Javier has proven that he cannot be forced to speak against his will," Diego replied dryly. "But perhaps you are not so eager to risk your life again by becoming entangled in our concerns. I will not fault you for telling me a second time that you do wish not to hear any more."

"I have never heard anything good of conde Lee," Javier admitted, "certainly he never treated my relations who farmed his lands with anything but contempt. I owe you my life – if there is anything I can do to repay that debt, you have my word I will assist you."

"How well do you know Lee's estate?" Roux asked, thinking of the tidbit of information he had gleaned that afternoon. "Lee has invited the English negotiators and their counterparts there to finish work on the treaty. They won't be going for several days, though. I don't know if I can learn anything useful there, but it seems worth a try."

"I grew up on my grandparents' farmstead before my parents moved to Madrid," Javier answered. "My grandmother used to bring vegetables to the cook at the conde's estate, and I would drive the cart for her when I was old enough. I have even been inside the pazo itself – once when the conde was at court I snuck inside while my grandmother was visiting with her friend."

Roux's gaze sharpened, and he began to ask questions about the land surrounding the house, the entrances, drawing every detail Javier could remember from him, storing it all away to use in his own attempt to get inside the house. When he was convinced he knew everything the other man did, he leaned back in the chair. "I'll tend your back before I leave," he told Diego, "but you'll have to make do with Orlando's tender care for the next three days."

"That is no hardship, but I do not like the idea of your going there alone," Diego protested. "If anything goes wrong, we would have no way of knowing, and you would have no one to assist you. Perhaps it would be wise to wait a few days."

"A few days will not make that much difference in your condition," Roux pointed out reasonably, "and in that time, Lee could well have returned to his estate. This will only work if he is not resident when I arrive."

"You could take Eric with you," Orlando suggested. "At least that way you wouldn't be going alone and unprotected."

Roux rolled his eyes. "What is it with you Gaje? You think that because you don't go with me, I have to go alone. I'm not stupid, as you well know, Diego. I won't take unnecessary risks, and I won't leave myself open to Lee's treachery. I am hardly the only gypsy in Madrid, after all."

He rose, effectively ending the conversation, and moved to stand behind Diego. "Take your shirt off," he directed. "I want to check your back one more time before I leave."

Recognizing a battle it would be impossible to win, Diego shrugged off his shirt, baring his torso. The twinges of pain as Roux eased the bandages off reminded Diego that he was not the only one recovering from the Inquisition's depredations. "If Roux leaves, are you recovered enough to manage alone?" he asked Javier.

"I will be fine," Javier insisted, determined not to add to his new friends' burdens.

"I could come and help you," Íñigo offered softly, a part of him not wanting to interfere in the adults' conversation. This was something he could do, though, to help against the conde and to give his guardian some privacy over the next few days. "I'm not Roux, but I can at least change your bandages and keep an eye out for infection. I've learned a few things about wounds from him and the Capitán." He kept his gaze firmly fixed on the newest arrival, not daring to meet Alatriste's eyes as he spoke.

"Íñigo," Diego protested, "it is not safe for you to be alone." He knew Íñigo was offering them privacy, and as much as he longed to take advantage of the gift his ward was proffering, he could not risk exposing the boy to Lee's perfidy.

"We've been careful," Roux reminded his friend, spreading a fresh poultice across the stripes on Diego's back. "My name hasn't been connected at all with your investigations. He is probably safer alone in my rooms than he is here with you, especially right now." He leaned closer so that only Alatriste heard his next words. "Accept his generosity. It is a huge step for him to offer it."

Diego acknowledged that, though it went against his every instinct to leave his ward unprotected. "You must not leave Roux's rooms unless it is an emergency, and then only to come here to us," he ordered Íñigo as Roux tied clean bandaging around his chest.

"Diego," Orlando scolded gently, though he understood his lover's qualms, "Íñigo is hardly a child who needs to be reminded of every little precaution. You can trust him not to do anything reckless like exposing himself to danger unnecessarily. You've raised him well, you know."

Meeting his ward's eyes with a rueful smile, Diego nodded. "It is hard to accept you are nearly a man," he admitted, the pride he felt clear in his voice, "when it but points out how many years I carry myself."

Tying off the last of the bandages, Roux patted Alatriste's shoulder reassuringly. "You forget what babes we were when we left for Flandres," he reminded his friend. "Now, since all is settled here, I suggest you gather what you'll need, Íñigo, and we can be off. I've done half of Orlando's work for him, but I rather imagine he'd prefer to be alone to finish it."

"Gracias," Javier extended his hand to Alatriste, recognizing the trust his new friend was placing in him. "I swear I will die before I let any harm come to the boy."

Diego clasped Javier's hand in return. "Regain your strength, my friend – we may yet have need of it."

Íñigo stood quickly and gathered his spare clothes into a bundle. "I'm ready," he announced, moving to the door. Roux's comment had reminded him again of his unstated reason for leaving the apartment for the next few days. As happy as he truly was for the other two men, he was not quite ready to sleep in the room next to them, knowing what would surely transpire during the night.

Javier and Roux both stood as well, joining Íñigo by the door. As they made their way out, Roux turned back to Diego with a wink. "Don't overdo while I'm gone. I will need you recovered soon, and you'll be no good to us if you've let your Inglés wear you out." He shut the door behind him before the swordsman could reply.

Orlando turned to Diego, a blush staining his cheeks again. "Have I worn you out, querido?" he asked, mostly teasing though with an undercurrent of seriousness. "I wouldn't want to be responsible for making Roux angry when he returns."

"Of course we must not make Roux angry," Diego agreed, his voice lowering as his arm circled Orlando's waist, drawing their bodies into alignment. "Perhaps we should return to bed, mi amor."

Orlando's smile lit up his face. "What a wonderful idea!" he purred, rubbing against Diego encouragingly.

~~~~

Diego paced from one side of the common room to the other, feeling the confines of the small space as he never had before. Pausing before the window, his gaze raked the street outside the tavern once again, seeking in vain for a sign of Roux's return. "He should be back by now," he muttered to himself, resuming his pacing.

Orlando stood in the doorway with the tray of food he'd gone down to fetch for their dinner. Ever since Roux had left for the country, Diego had been like this: restless, leery, edgy. Except when the Englishman distracted him. Deciding dinner could wait, he put the tray on the table and set about distracting his lover. Crossing the room, he wrapped his arms around Diego from behind, pleased when the contact between his chest and his lover's back did not elicit a flinch. His hands moved slowly over the other man's abdomen, stroking invitingly. "Come to bed."

Leaning back willingly in his lover's embrace, Diego groaned softly at the slow, teasing touch. "We have scarcely left the bed for three days," he murmured, a hint of laughter in his voice as he shifted his stance to encourage the caress, rubbing against the growing arousal that prodded his backside. "I thought you wished me to eat to keep up my strength."

"You are much stronger than you were three days ago," Orlando pointed out, as if resting was how they had spent their days. In truth, he had never been loved as Diego had loved him, and he looked forward to a lifetime of such care. "And we will eat. Later." He drew his lover toward the bedroom, already planning how to return some of the attention the Spaniard had lavished on him despite his infirmities.

"I would eat now," Diego insisted, his mouth settling onto the honeyed skin of Orlando's neck as he let the younger man lead him back to their bed. His lips moved up the graceful throat, nipping between words as he spoke. "I find myself... very... hungry."

Orlando tipped his head back, offering himself to Diego. "I shall have to see what I can do to... satisfy you," he teased, his hands divesting the swordsman easily, eagerly. Pushing gently until Diego sat on the bed, Orlando straddled his hips and leaned forward. "What would you feast on this evening?"

His hands parting the open panels of Orlando's shirt, Diego tasted the bounty spread before him. "You never... fail to... satisfy me, querido," he asserted, his lips closing around a dark nipple, savouring it as though it were the sweetest chocolate. His large hands supporting his lover's back, he arched the willowy body, moving it at his pleasure until he had sampled every bit of the smooth chest.

Orlando let Diego move him as he pleased, since the older man's pleasure always assured his own as well. Eventually, though, he found himself wanting more. Pulling back for a moment, he worked off his trousers, leaving him as naked as his lover. He moved to straddle the swordsman again, rubbing their groins together provocatively as his hands slid over the taut abdomen, enjoying the sensation of skin against skin.

Leaning back on his elbows to grant even more access to his body, Diego rocked his hips slowly, each motion brushing them together, soft hair against silky flesh. "Take what you wish," he murmured as Orlando's hands slid lower, his lover's boldness inciting his own heated response.

"What I wish?" Orlando mused aloud, wondering if he dared ask for what he truly wanted. Not tonight, he decided. Tonight was about distracting Diego, not possibly adding to his edginess. "What I wish is to feel you beneath me as I ride you, to feel your eyes on me as I take you inside me, as you stretch me and fill me like no one else has ever done." He leaned forward to grab the bottle of oil from the table near the bed. "Just watch while I make us ready."

His eyes darkening with desire, Diego captured Orlando's mouth as it came within reach, his lips moving hungrily over the softness, his tongue dipping inside to tease at its counterpart before letting his head fall back. Watching from beneath hooded lids, Diego's eyes never left Orlando as the younger man poured the oil over his fingers, reaching behind himself, his other hand gliding over his abdomen as he breached himself with one slender digit.

Thrilled at Diego's acquiescence and emboldened by the desire on his lover's face, Orlando took his time, shunting his finger in and out of his passage slowly, seductively, while languidly stroking his cock. Eventually, he added a second finger, stretching the entrance for the swordsman's girth. They had made love often enough in Roux's absence that his muscle relaxed quickly. Withdrawing his fingers, he slicked Diego's erection and positioned it at his entrance. "Do you want me, mi amor?"

"Foolish question," Diego groaned as Orlando's body opened for him, as his lover sank down by agonizingly slow degrees, squeezing his cock in wet satin until he had taken him in completely. Bracing his hands on Orlando's slender hipbones, he canted his pelvis slightly, watching his lover's mouth form an "O" of rapture as he shifted in the tight embrace. "I awake wanting you. I pass the day wanting you. I sleep and want you in my dreams." Each sentence was punctuated by a subtle movement and another blissful exhalation. "The only time I do not want you ... is when ... I am having you."

Orlando shifted slightly in Diego's grip, angling his hips so his lover's cock hit his bundle nerves with each tiny thrust. "You don't want me now?" he teased, reveling in the thick length piercing him so lovingly. "Your body tells a different story." He leaned forward and licked the taut nipples. "Your body says it wants me now most of all."

"Perhaps my body should speak for me, then," Diego rasped, unable to deny his lover's assertion. Pretty speeches were not his strength in any case – he much preferred letting his actions speak for him, but he had told Orlando to take what he wished and he would not retract that acquiescence. The kittenish laps at his nipples whetted his hunger to taste his lover in the same way, tempting him to flip them over so he could sate himself, but the vision of wantonness straddling him, hair tossing as he gasped at a particularly strong flex of Diego's hips, was a sight he wished to burn forever in his memory. Letting his head fall back, he watched Orlando ride him from beneath lowered lids, allowing his lover to set the pace, his thumbs caressing the muscles that bunched and jumped beneath his grip.

Orlando undulated provocatively above Diego, intent on driving every thought out of their minds but this moment. A part of him never wanted it to end, wanted to stay as they were in that instant, bodies joined in the sultry summer evening, love and lust simmering in their eyes as they strove together to find the perfection of release, but the physical demands of the flesh were stronger than his will, pushing him closer and closer to the inevitable point of no return. He fought it with everything he had, with every ounce of experience, slowing his movements when he felt himself skating too close to the edge, focusing his attention outward, on Diego's needs, Diego's pleasures.

Diego fought to prevent himself from seizing control each time Orlando eased his movements. He was no more eager than his lover for this moment of complete communion to end, but his body had other ideas, the heat in his blood growing more intense with each delay, until he felt as if he were again in the grip of a fever – one only the beautiful young man in his arms could meliorate. "Tesoro," he husked, biting his lip as the urge to thrust became almost unendurable. "Mi vida…."

Orlando cried out at the tender words, his ability to hold back melting like butter in the heat of their combined passion. One hand closed around his cock as he began to rock in earnest, driving them hard toward their release.

Letting go of a slender hip, Diego tugged Orlando's hand away from his shaft, closing his palm around it instead. His head dropping forward, he covered Orlando's lips with his own, his tongue plunging deep into the beloved cavern, stroking in time with the urgent rhythm of their bodies as they strove at last for completion.

Orlando might have had some hope of resisting his own caress, but the moment Diego's hand replaced his, control was a thing of the past. Combined with the potent aphrodisiac of his lover's lips, he lost the battle with his passions, his release spraying forth to cover the swordsman's hand and abdomen, his passage clenching tightly, rhythmically around the shaft that continued to plough deeply into him.

Diego's hand gentled but didn't still, letting the creamy fluid ease his strokes as the shuddering contractions around his cock brought him nearer and nearer his own fulfillment. Breaking away from the kiss to draw a heaving breath, he leaned forward to guide Orlando's head to his chest, the change in angle driving him just a fraction deeper, his lover's teeth closing around his nipple the last stimulus he needed to trigger his own shattering orgasm. Waves of sensation pounded through him as he emptied himself in what felt like an endless climax, until he had poured his very soul into his lover's keeping.


tbc…

Comments

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

Lovely sunny and hot chapter!!! Absolutely lovely to read on a rainy day!!!
Thanks for sharing, hugs and kisses!!

[oceansecrets2.livejournal.com]

Thanks, glad we could brighten a dreary day with some hot loving!

[ireth06.livejournal.com]

You both can brighten any day with an update ! I really enjoy reading your stuff!!

Thanks again!

[oak-titmouse.livejournal.com]

What a wonderful chapter in a wonderful story! The sweetness and the tenderness were perfect. At times the emotion was almost palpable. I loved the beginning when Orlando and Íñigo came to an understanding and the family time that followed. I look forward to reading this chapter again and even more to seeing what happens next! Thank you for this chapter and I can't wait for more.

[oceansecrets2.livejournal.com]

It was important that Íñigo and Orlando work things out between them, because had it come to making a decision between them, we're afraid Diego's sense of honor would cause him to put his promise to care for Íñigo before his own happiness.