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Show No Weakness - Part 22/?

[(Anonymous)]

“No. Now.” Argis demanded

“What?”

“You say later but you mean never, so we have to talk now.”

“I said we could talk later.” He stood in anger.

“We have to talk now.” Amund was a bit stunned. Argis had never talked back to him like this. There was a new air about him, something different but Amund couldn’t put his finger on it.

Silence lingered in the air for a moment as Amund pondered and Argis waited for some nonsense retort. When none came he broke the silence.

“Do you even care about me at all?” Argis was staring intently at the ground and Amund raised an eyebrow. There was a lingering moment of silence and then Argis clenched his fists, anger rising in his voice. “I’m not a toy that can be played with whenever you’re mood!”

Amund was stunned further but only shot back with angry words “So what? You’re just my housecarl, I own you!” Argis faltered. The anger left him as suddenly as it came and he blinked a few times, eyes trained on Amund’s feet.

“Y-you really mean that?”

“And what if I do?” Argis didn’t know what to do. But where his wit failed his body reacted. He strode forward and roughly grabbed the back of his Thane’s neck and pushed their lips together. Amund was merely frozen as Argis took control, pushing his Thane onto the table.

Argis’ hands caressed his Thane’s side and his hands wee soon feeling their way across his Thane’s broad chest.

“Argis, stop…” Amund breathed as the shock left his system. Argis was different, very different.

Yet Argis didn’t stop. He continued again and again to defy his Thane. Yet while Amund’s body reacted positively his mind was scared, it was in a panic.

It took a few moments but just as Argis was beginning to play with Amund’s waist band he realised what was different. There was a strong smell of mead and the more Amund thought of it the more he could taste it on Argis.

“Stop.” Amund said fighting a bit more. Argis continued and Amund knew he needed to knock some sense into the man. “FUS! I said stop!”

Argis was sent stumbling back. Amund sat up and righted himself before confronting Argis. Argis stood there looking down towards the floor again, his stance in no way aggressive or confident.

“You let him touch you but not me…” Argis said quietly, Amund felt a grip tighten around his heart.

“Argis, you’re drunk…” Amund explained almost desperately. “I swear we can talk in the morning after you’ve sobered up.”

“Do you remember the last time we talked or ate a proper meal together?” Amund’s mind went into a whir. He didn’t know what to do but guilt gripped him as Argis spoke. “If you don’t want to be around me or if I’m not useful to you I’d prefer to go back to guard duty.”

Amund’s eyes widened but his mind couldn’t process anything to say as he watched his housecarl profess his true feelings. He didn’t want Argis to go. “I can’t stay here any longer. It’s not fair being the only one in love.” Argis choked out wiping at his eyes. “And I may not be the best in bed and I’m sorry but-”

“Argis…” Amund whispered.

“Don’t whisper to me in that voice.” Argis whispered avoiding his Thane's gaze.

“Argis.” Amund stepped closer and went to reach out.

“Don’t pretend like you care when I know you don’t feel a gods damned thing.” The words pierced Amund’s heart guilt flowing through him.

“Argis, that’s not true.” Amund said in a soothing voice. “Argis, I love you so much. We’ll talk about this properly tomorrow over a meal after we get some sleep.” Amund placed his hand in Argis’ and entwined their fingers before leading Argis to the bedroom.

Amund began to remove Argis’ armour. As it feel to the floor Argis seemed to take this as some sort of invitation and pushed Amund onto the bed.

“Argis, you’re drunk.” Amund didn’t want to be Argis’ drunken regret. After some minor debate Argis eventually removed his tunic and settled into bed.

Amund settled into the bed beside him and Argis wrapped himself in his Thane’s arms. Holding each other closely they drifted off to sleep.

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I kinda don't like this part but if I don't post it, I'll try and perfect it forever.
Some smut coming soon.

Re: Show No Weakness - Part 22/?

[(Anonymous)]

I can see how this was hard to write, but I think it's quite good. I like that Argis was finally able to say what's on him mind and that Amund was able to tell him he loved him. They both has such strong feelings that when they are able to talk and point themselves in the right direction, they'll be unstoppable together.

Looking forward to the smut!