"Ah, you must be Beckett Jr.," Jonathon said questioningly. His smile never dropped from his face. "I thought it was odd you were nowhere to be seen. You missed your father--"
"Shut it!" Beckett Jr. shouted and then returned his attention to Enzo. "How could you let them do that to my father? His life is over. My family is over. We have nothing!"
"You're not alone. If you need help, the Frenchs and the Casas are here to--"
"You're not my family!"
Beckett Jr's heavy breathing and shouting scared off the birds hovering nearby, and they fluttered into the night sky. Although they were far enough away from the camp, it was unlikely that a few more shouts wouldn't rouse suspicion and attention.
He remembered, somewhere in the fringes of his memory, hearing that Beckett Jr. wanted an illegitimate child to enter their family's genealogy, which is why he never questioned the relationship between Enzo and his friend. He regularly slept with an omega woman relieving servant. And yet, here these two are making eyes at each other.
Well, there was an easy remedy for this.
The Carolingian chainmail armor had a major failing that he knew would need to be fixed when he took the throne. And it was how the chainmail half of the uniform stopped right above the waist with only a thick cloth loosely falling to their knees.
So, he tested the waters. He dug his palms on Enzo's shoulders, patting him down as he said, "Does it hurt?"
"No," Enzo winced as the Prince's fingers grazed a particular bruised part of his arm. "It's not painful."
His peripheral caught the shaking fists and clenched jaw of the other soldier. It was all the confirmation he needed. As his hands kneaded Enzo's shoulders, he whispered in his ear, "I have a plan. Follow my lead," as one of his hands snaked down Enzo's side to reach underneath the loose cloth.
Enzo, of course, rationally hissed under his breath, catching his hand above the fabric, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to run my hand over your lips in a moment. Watch your friend's face," he whispered again in Enzo's ear and then with one finger rubbed against his lip before lightly poking his finger in and out with his palm holding his jaw loose. "Do you see his eyes? His shoulders? His hands? He's not angry at you but at me."
The other soldier's clenched fists and closed eyes were a rather ridiculous reaction, but Enzo recognized it for what it was, as red flushed across Beckett Jr's pale face.
Why didn't the other soldier just leave?
"And I know, by your own gaze, that this surprises you," the Prince whispered in his ear again with his lips pressing against Enzo's jugular and his hands reached below his twitching sack. He could feel Enzo's blood pulse under his lips as his fingers tugged and pulled, drawing gasps muffled hidden behind his closed mouth. Until he tightened his fist, slowly flitting up and down his cock, while his other hand slid under the chainmail and began pinching his pebbled nipples. The other soldier had peeked open with one eye as the muffled groans broke surface but he kept his voice low for only Enzo to hear him speak. "You're curious as well, aren't you? Maybe you've taken a double look during bathing hours. Caught him in the act with a relieving servant even." Enzo's cock jumped in his palm at those words as the soldier audibly swallowed and the Prince hummed soothingly as his hand swept up and down his cock. "And you even thought, oh, well, he's not interested in any omegas. Maybe--Maybe I have a chance."
"No," Enzo groaned as the Prince's light flitting tightened and his palming quickened until you could hear the sound of his hardening sack smack his skin. His nipples were pinched, flicked harder. Hands clenched at the Prince's thighs as Enzo bent forward. Hands slicked at the quickening jerks. Enzo's cock hardened until the Prince had to hold his cock like a stubborn, naughty thing that wanted to escape his hold and nestle on the stomach of its own. He let it have its way as it wetly smacked against Enzo's drenched stomach slick with cum. "I didn't--I--"
The Prince's hands inked up through the collar of the chainmail until his hand cradled his jaw and he said, no longer whispering as the audible sound of skin slicking on skin spoke louder than a whisper, and he no longer nuzzled his neck, "Would you like to know how it feels?"
The words weren't pointed at Enzo.
"You're disgusting," Beckett hissed. "I thought nobles had class."
With a tight grasp, the Prince pressed open Enzo's mouth with his fingers again, pressing down on his tongue as he thrust in and out of it. Enzo's groans, no longer able to be muffled, writhed out of his body. It was easy in that brief moment to step forward, closer to the other soldier, even as Enzo bent forward, bucked down on the Prince's hips, when his shaky balance did nothing to stop it. With each sudden and quickening jerk, Enzo's head fell back.
A sharp outline of a cock protruded out of Beckett's loose cloth twitching underneath it.
And the Prince sighed, annoyed, as he flipped Enzo's loose cloth and his own up, and dragged his thickened cock between Enzo's inner thigh--gratified to find it drenched. Now his free hand could grope along his chest as he trailed sucking kisses on the back of his neck. He broke away for a second and said, "Are you sure?"
Beckett's ragged breathing held no words.
He figured then the other soldier needed a little help. Springing the twitching cock out of the loose cloth right as he pulled Enzo forward, the other soldier's weeping cock grazed Enzo's lips.
Enzo opened his mouth wide as the Prince slipped his fingers out and a cock slipped in. The two moaned as his hips thrust forward and the cock drew in and out of his mouth. His fingers free to trail around Enzo's beautifully lithe and muscled body.
"Do you know," the Prince said as his hands yanked back Enzo tucking him into his lap and then nudged him forward as Beckett's wet pink cock disappeared out and in his mouth. "This reminds me of the day we first met."
Enzo's hands swung up as he braced himself against Beckett's hips. The wet pink cock nudged at his mouth, poking again before filling his throat.
"I knew you were pretty while we fought, chest heaving and legs twisting, but when I felt your lips touch mine, I thought, I wonder if I'll ever get another taste," the Prince said as one of his fingers stroked down underneath Enzo's sack and pressed in. His hips no longer thrusting, but his hand holding tight against his waist, lunged him forward. "There is such a thing as delirium of the mind in peace."
Enzo's hole softened under his pressing as he began ardently thrusting his fingers, pounding his insides. The soldier stuck between them whined when his mouth was free and then silenced when his mouth was filled. He added more fingers, while the slick between his thighs only smoothened the sharp thrusts.
The other soldier groaned as he carelessly spilled into Enzo's mouth without any warning.
The Prince pulled Enzo up and nudged his neck with kisses as he said, "May I partake a taste?" as his cock's tip prodded at his hole and as he felt the nodding, punched through. Enzo sobbed and relief spread across his body as his cock met home. He weaved in his cock with a slow thrust but there was no resistance in the tight, warmth of his sheath. His hands grappled at Enzo's chest as he thrusted his cock in and out bouncing him on his lap faster and faster until he could feel the force of his thrust shake through Enzo.
Beckett Jr awkwardly stood with his cock out even as it twitched as if to thicken and harden again.
It was as if a thirst, an insatiable hunger, had been sitting in his stomach and now it had been fed.
He wanted, no, needed Beckett on his knees. With a free hand, he lifted Enzo's loose cloth and gestured with coy finger Enzo's dribbling and wet cock spilling over.
The other soldier, finally, didn't need an explanation. He fell to his knees and with two hands began to twist around Enzo's cock drawing the cock into his mouth. His tongue licked and lapped up the leaking until drawing it fully in his mouth, thrusting and twisting. The reddened, almost angry cock, pulsed in Beckett's hands.
Earnest cries spilled from Enzo's lips and the Prince knew that he was becoming too loud, as beautiful as the sounds were. His hand drew up and shoved into his mouth again, thrusting as it had earlier. He could tell the pleasure pierced his soul as his body violently shuddered in his hold so hard that he even had to tighten his arms around him to keep him from falling. His kisses trailed against his neck and jugular as the other soldier sucked him in until he choked, spilling cum over his lips as Enzo released again, in another shuddering satisfaction.
And then his own release punched through him as he tightened his wrapped hold on Enzo, keeping him tight against his chest. Their bodies shivered in the sudden pleasure of release.
The now quieted gasps were clear in the night silence.
Enzo snapped his loose cloth down and then glared at the both of them before marching off.
Maybe he had been too aggressive? Or he may have been a bit too rushed in his delivery? The words were honest. More honest than he had been for several days now.
He could hear Beckett kicking dirt or something behind him and was pulled to follow Enzo by his wandering thoughts, until a heavy hand yanked on his loose cloth.
It was Beckett on the ground rolling on the sand as if in pain.
With a bended knee, he reached for his forehead, checked his pulse, and opened his mouth with the cum still gurgling in his throat.
A grin spread across his face as he pulled the other soldier up against his shoulder and dragged him inside the alchemy cabin. The other soldier was bigger, more muscular than Enzo and it was harder to drag him into the tunnels but Beckett had enough faculties to listen, even if he wasn't coherent.
He reached the long tunnel but stopped halfway where he pressed his hand against a brick that pushed forward into the wall. The wall itself opened up and he pushed them both through it as it slowly swung around, closed, and left nothing behind as if they had never even been there.
The location of the alchemy lab was never a secret. It was only in his boredom that he found this hidden-away alcove and began putting things together for his own experiments. Now, the room had three tables: one carried beakers, steamed herbs, and dilutions; the other had books with piles of notes and writings scribbled all over with dried herbs pressed in for record keeping; and the last table had small dissected creatures. He shoved all the dissections to the ground in a crashing clatter and slid Beckett to lie atop.
The Prince slipped off his chainmail, leaving the tunic and loose cloth hanging off his body. He creaked his neck and stretched out his arms as if he had been running for days. Beckett was a heavy man. Heavier than he expected.
The soldier curled in on himself as his breathing sped up and his face reddened. He said, shakily, "What's wrong with me?"
"Something truly magnificent," he replied as his hand grazed his neck and the raised skin, like irritation, stood out. "In the prehistoric days, our people used to have ruts and heats, like animals. We keep some ancient instincts like strong scents in relation to designations still but most of these things are gone entirely from our bodies."
"You're not making any sense," Beckett groaned and the Prince could see his cock peering between the loose cloth dribbling heavier, and more than it did earlier. "What does that have to do with--?"
"Your designation is shifting," he said and then thoughtfully added, "Maybe you were always in the throes of nearly being an omega, but each time you slept with that relieving servant, it delayed the change. Being surrounded by so many virile alphas and all their cum might've set it up but Enzo's release must've finished it. I still don't understand how being around other alphas is a trigger, though."
His attention was drawn to his books, and he turned to his notes table, beginning to scribble along the margins. He crossed out words and then mumbled to himself as Beckett's jerking motions got louder.
"I don't--!" Beckett groaned as he squeezed his legs as if to use his slick to rub his cock but cried as it didn't work. His head thumped against the table. "It doesn't make sense. It hurts."
Jonathon was disappointed that this happened to Beckett and not his intended target but he wasn't one to dismiss the opportunity to prove his rudimentary theories.
"In this initial change, your body reverts into ancient instincts, Beckett, you're going through heat." The Prince said even as Beckett shook his head and then raised his hand in surrender. "I can leave you here to suffer through it but it might kill you. You could have enough body fat to survive a heat but judging by your body--"
Beckett grappled the Prince's sleeves, begging, "Please, do something, anything."
"I think, technically, the only thing that can help you is a cock," the Prince said and then sighed. "I'm not going to say you're not a good-looking man, but pretty? I would have to be convinced."
Beckett slid off the table with pained but frenzied eyes as his chest fell on the table and he lifted up his loose cloth, while spreading his legs. Dimples, much like on his face, were also on his ass.
The Prince could admire his hips so he clicked his tongue and said, "Take off the chainmail and tunic too."
With shuddering jerks, Beckett yanked the clothes off, breaking some of the small shards off the chainmail in the force of it. His body once again flat on the table, arms tucked at his side, with raised hips and spread legs.
Well. Well. Well.
He leaned forward against Beckett's back and his hand grasped at thick flesh on his chest. Much thicker but not more delightful than Enzo's.
It would do well enough.
His cock hardened slightly.
It was enough to get the job done.
He thrust in one full motion and the other man keened with a dropped head. Leaving his cock inside to thicken and harden in the warmth of Beckett's ass. He tugged on Beckett's chest in one hand, the mounds filling his entire hand, with the other prodding at the raised skin on his neck, and said, "How do you feel? Better? Worse? Cold? Hot?"
"It burns but," Beckett wheezed. "It doesn't hurt as much."
His hands motioned to pull the other body but Beckett's muscular, thick body was like stone. He sighed and then said, "If you want my cock, you're going to have to do the work. You're too heavy to move." He pulled his cock out slightly and then Beckett thrusted back to catch it back. He leaned forward on the man's back, lazily, as Beckett hips swung back and forth sucking his cock in and out with a sensual wriggle and suction. The speed was briefly steady, but Beckett could not keep pace. He sighed as he could tell the other was struggling, and said, "I'll show you how fast you should be going here. Do pay attention."
Both hands clutched his hips as he weighed the strength of Beckett's hips and then yanked him back on his cock, his ass rippling after after thrust and smack as their hips met. Beckett's cock dribbled and stained his table. His hands flung back as if to keep his hands from moving off his hips. His hips rolling on his cock after each and every thrust in and out of the tight warmth.
He would probably have to toss the wooden table out after this
Finally, his balls jerked with release, filling the man underneath him. He has never felt the physical recoil of his balls as he felt when he released then. He also noted that it was taking longer to finish.
When he felt his sack empty, he slipped out of Beckett with a pop and a groan from the other, and wandered over to his table to add more notations and explanations for possibilities. More questions to answer.
"Please," Beckett begged from the table again. "It still hurts."
"Of course it does," he said as he continued to scribble about omegas in the throes of change affecting alpha virility. It explained the violence of those alphas on that Soriano-Orozco soldier. Perhaps it was in their nature for violence, but that extent may have been further than usual. "People found that our prehistoric ancestors often spent days in heat."
He had a pile of cushions and blankets in the corner for when the hard chairs were too much for his privileged body. Dragging the cushions against the wall and bringing one of his notes along with him, he crooked a finger in Beckett's direction. "Come here, now."
The bumbling soldier stood up with wandering eyes. Beckett was cognizant enough to know what he had said and done but still wandered over to the Prince's corner, where he now sat with his back against the wall.
He had grease beside his cushions for makeshift candles when the nights were long but it might be needed if the neediness of the soldier was any warning. And lifted up his loose cloth as he leaned back. "You're going to have to work up my cock until it hardens again. And then you're going to have to ride my cock as if you're on a horse, understood?"
Beckett nodded.
With warm hands, the soldier began fondling his cock and the Prince imagined Enzo was here in the throughs of heat with pursed, plush lips.
"You're," Beckett's eyes glazed over and his hands worked around his cock until it twitched back into hardness. His tongue flicked over the tip. "Much thicker than Enzo. And longer."
The illusion shattered, and the Prince pinched his nose bridge.
"You don't know how to be quiet, do you? It doesn't appeal to me that you know anything about Enzo's cock." He grabbed Beckett's chin and said slowly. "Get on my cock, or I'm going to leave."
Beckett's desperation broke through and he slid his ass, hovering over his cock before dropping fully. His hips bounced up and down with a loud slick as his thighs held his body up. A string of drooling cum dripped along Beckett's inner thighs but didn't leak. He leaned forward with his hands stretched over his chest and his hips bounced faster sucking him in and out. His ass trembled over his hips as each bounce shook his entire body.
"Lean forward," he ordered Beckett and the other man's pale lips opened as he shifted forward. His hands tugged at the full mounds before flicking his tongue over his nipples. The man tasted of sweat and wine but neither were particularly bitter. Something animalistic in him had him nibbling at his chest, ignoring the cries above him as he roughly kneaded the other. His hips pounded up meeting the other's bouncing until a light dribble of cum spat on his chest.
The warmth clenched around his cock until it pulled another long release. He felt it again, the heavy drag of his balls before it jerked up and released into the other man.
He could admit, at least, whether it was the heat or otherwise, that the sex was good. It was another wait before his sack emptied of cum again. Beckett pulled off his cock with a moan and tucked into the cushioned blankets. No longer whining or begging, he laid there with his dark hair covering part of his bright eyes and his hips canted like a seductive beauty.
The Prince drew his hand between his thighs even as the other groaned again with reddened cheeks. He pulled his hand away and found his fingers clean of the dribble of cum.
Well, that was worrisome.