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Eye of Adar- Part 1

*warning 18+, sexual content, lgbtq characters, more in tags **art not mine

Summary: Prince Olyvar decides to celebrate his birthday outside the castle and invites his favorite knight to join him. When the two get carried away a new relationship begins to form.

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I could hear voices, all speaking at once in the Grand Hall. The corridor connecting the large meeting area and the chambers only tuning those voices to a higher volume once they reached my ears. Unbearable.

As we reached the end of the corridor one deep and resonating voice rose above the others calling them all into a silence. “Eliam Giri Olyvar of House Deumontèmeir second of his name and oldest heir to the House of Deumontèmeir”.

I had trained my face to be absolutely placid, otherwise my eye would have twitched at each additional syllable of my traditional name.

As I stepped forward and gazed out over the balcony, everyone in the crowded room raised a toast to me and cheered. My eyes darted from face to face ignoring all the eager eyes in search for something else. Finally my sight stopped instead of on a face, a head, towards the back of the Grand Hall.

Lord Alessi Harcourt seemed to be enjoying his time entertaining a member of the staff service rather than paying attention to the reason for this party.

My announcer raised his glass after a moment of silence while everyone waited for me to make a toast that I was too annoyed to make. “May the years after this 50th be filled with coin, beast slaying, and beautiful women!” He gave a half-assed and totally off-character toast in my place, but it at least managed to finally get Lord Harcourt’s attention when the crowd began to cheer again.

He and I shared a brief moment of eye contact before he abandoned his momentary fun and began to snake his way through the back of the crowd toward the stairwell. I walked away from the balcony mid-toast. What else were we supposed to say after 50 birthdays anyways, don’t these people ever get tired of toasts? I thought to myself as I hastily flew down the stairs. Almost making it down to the last step before my overcoat caught wind and glided off my shoulders.

Standing at the bottom of the stairwell was a gallery of women waiting to meet me. The lady to my right, more than likely a princess by the display of family jewels only brought out for events such as this, gracefully curtsied and in one motion retrieved my overcoat.

Embarrassed that a princess would lower herself to pick up something after me, I tried to tell her to let me retrieve it myself before I saw another hand swiftly grab the coat from both of us and fling it back over my shoulders before carrying me off.

“Don’t worry Your Highness my savior whispered into my ear with a smirk in his tone. “I’ve kept you a spot over here”. Lord Harcourt led me through the center of the crowd this time, and back over to the table he was sitting at, the service maid now absent.

“His Excellency, Aldren Eliam Giri of House Deumontèmeir, keeper and protector of the Southern Realm” the announcement following did a service to take attention away from me as the Lord and I took our seats.

I heard my father speaking to his people but we kept our backs turned away from him as we both engaged each other instead.

The night went on as our courses continued to come out one after another.

“To your 50th” Lord Harcourt raised his cup after the sneaky servant girl from earlier rounded back on us and filled it to the brim with dark burgundy wine.

“Don’t even begin with me” I ignored his toast like I’d ignored most conversations with anyone else tonight. My father and all the princesses he invited to my birthday staring at me from across the vast overflowing table. “How many birthdays have you celebrated again?”

I tried to turn the conversation back off of me as I took another gulp, beginning to feel light headed and flirty, but not for the right reasons.

“Guess” he teased as he propped his elbow up on the table and leaned his head over into his palm, a few of his golden curls slid across his brow. He was cute.

“107” I pretended not to know after giving it a bit of thought.

“Close” he sighed and lifted his head back up, turning to pick a few more bites off his plate “109”.

An awkwardness seemed to fall between us as he continued to pick at the bits of food left on his plate. Neither of us had taken a bite in a while but we also were not ready to leave our place next to each other at the table.

“Do you,” my voice started to break a bit and I was not sure he heard me as he continued to look down. I cleared my throat just slightly and spoke up, “Do you perhaps want to sneak away with me?”

His eyes lit back up and he leaned forward into my space, “You mean ditch your own birthday party? But you haven’t entertained your guests long enough”. He raised a brow and nodded over to the many girls poised delicately down the table, all with their eyes on those who had finished eating and were dancing, eager for someone to ask their hand for a turn.

“I have plans elsewhere. I’m going whether you want to come or not” I scoffed at the idea of getting one of those girls hopes up just to have to crush their heart later when I told them I was absolutely uninterested.

“Well if you put it that way then I suppose I must escort you” he stood up and straightened out his waistcoat, which I had just noticed looked much more tasteful than his usual glarb, before offering his hand for mine.

I glanced over at my father who was currently preoccupied, then took his hand and we quickly slipped past a few dancing pairs and down the hall.

“This way” I grabbed his hand again and pulled him in the direction I knew to go. With all my time watching him on duty I knew the schedules pretty well, and which corridor would be free to pass through when.

We made it out into a small courtyard that wasn’t too far from my bedroom balcony. The courtyard was surrounded by hedges that closely hugged a towering wall.

“How exactly do you expect to get out from here?” He questioned as if he already knew it would be impossible. Little did he know I had my ways of escaping on my own for some time now.

I brought him toward the back of the courtyard where there was a break in the hedges just large enough for a body to slip between them and the wall. The two of us squeezed through, it was rather uncomfortable with two bodies trying to maneuver back here than just myself. Just a few steps in revealed a foot sized notch in the stone wall.

I grabbed hold of a large branch on the bush behind me, jammed my foot into the notch, and heaved myself up until I could swing my other arm over and grip the top of the wall. From there was sheer arm strength to pull yourself up.

This was always the hardest part, I remembered the first times I tried to heave myself over this wall and failed at this part, my arms giving out and I scratched the hell out of myself along the bushes. Even worse, you could not tell from behind the tangled leaves if anyone had entered the courtyard behind you so it was always a gamble no one would see you emerge from the tops of the bushes.

Lord Harcourt looked up at me who was straddling the top of the wall waiting for him to attempt his break. “You’re the clever one aren’t you” he tried to whisper but had to at a higher than ideal volume for me to still hear him from this height.

“Just hurry up!” I hushed back at him and jumped over the other side to give him room.

After I landed on my feet I looked up at the wall waiting impatiently to see him follow. A few long seconds passed and I began to worry he either couldn’t make it or he’d been caught. Finally I saw the tips of his fingers grip onto the top of the wall and he managed to pull himself up and over.

Catching himself after the big jump he turned back towards the wall. “Great, and how do we get back over from this side?”

“We don’t” I admitted, unfortunately this was just one of my ways out but not a way back in.

“Well what’s the point of sneaking out if you can’t get back in?” He questioned in a clearly deflated tone.

“We can get back in, it just depends how late we’re out on where we go to get back in” I assured him that I also knew ways to break in which ended up worrying him more about the integrity of our security. “Come we still need to get onto a road before the wall patrol comes around”.

We walked for a while as I confided in Lord Harcourt about finding the little passageway behind the bushes when I was small playing in the courtyard but only years later realized I could use it to sneak out. He scolded me about wanting to leave without an escort for my own safety but I assured him I always kept to myself and played it safe when I went out.

“Here they’re already waiting for us” I quickened my pace as we made it to my planned meeting spot. A few of the staffs I’d managed to become friends with were waiting for me in a vehicle. They all happily greeted me until they saw who was behind me. “No, don't worry, he won’t say anything about us being out, will you Lord Harcourt?” I turned to him with the question as he would also likely recognize my party as staff.

Lord Harcourt looked surprised and puzzled at our level of acquaintance, likely thinking how could I have made other friends when I spent most of my time bothering him. Sighing as he realized he could either risk saying something later and having to explain why he was out with me as well, or just continue to trust me. “I won’t say anything,” he began and finished with “as long as I don’t have a reason to need to say anything” to remind us he was still obligated to defend and protect me.

A few of my friends exchanged some worried glances until my closest friend Balen spoke up to ease everyone else “well now that the groups all here let’s go!”

We all piled into the vehicle, Balen taking his usual seat next to me and Lord Harcourt having to sit across from me.

As the vehicle took off Balen handed me a bag, “I brought you a few things to change into, but I don’t think there’s anything in there that would fit him”. He nodded over in Lord Harcourts direction who looked down at what he was wearing, likely wondering what was wrong with it considering this was his version of dressing up. I knew he didn’t get out much so he was not aware of what the locals wore compared to within the walls.

I reached into the bag and retrieved a metallic gray set with a pair of blocky white footwear. My face lit up at the stylish attire, I always did prefer the local tastes rather than the formal garments at home. “Thanks!” I smiled and gave my friend a half hug. When we embraced I glanced back over at Lord Harcourt who was being spoken to but wouldn’t take his eyes off of me. I was glad it was rather dark inside the vehicle so hopefully no one would notice me blushing. To hide my face until the redness went away I started to undress, taking off my overcoat, then gilet, then tunic, and replaced those layers with the one top Balen had given me. After each piece of clothing was removed and put on I had to keep myself from looking over at him, but I could still feel his gaze on me.

I waited for the vehicle to come to a stop before I attempted to undress below the waist. After we stopped the doors opened and immediately you could hear the mix of songs from the nearby clubs. Everyone started to make their way outside until it was just me, Balen, and Lord Harcourt left.

“Would you excuse me?” I finally looked back over at him as I stood to finish changing.

He looked over at me, then the Balen who was completely oblivious and not moving an inch, then back at me.

“I’ll just be a moment” I looked over at Balen to excuse him as well.

“Okay?” He sounded confused as to why I was suddenly so private around him, but they both eventually left me inside and I switched bottoms. When I finished changing and rejoined them outside I noticed the clothes were just a little big for me so I tightened the drawstrings on the waistband.

“Looking good!” One of my other friends exclaimed. “Just like a Denzi!” Another friend pointed out that in these clothes I fit in with the natives, the Denzi as they had begun to call themselves.

“Yeah now we just have to make sure no one suspects him” a thumb was thrown over a shoulder in Lord Harcourts direction who was still in the same get up as before.

“Here why don’t we just try to fix him a little” another friend approached him until he was short a glare. He lifted his hands up as a means to say he didn’t mean any harm, and Lord Harcourt softened his expression giving in to the quick makeover”. First they removed his overcoat, it was unusually warm out tonight and he wouldn’t need it in the club anyways. Under that was a belted vest, they removed them both exposing a leather strap around his chest holding a few concealed knives. My friends glanced over at me wondering who exactly I’d brought along.

“These are staying with me” Lord Harcourt insisted, but they would have to remain hidden so they put the best back on without the belt and called it good “Alright let’s go!” Balen pumped a fist into the air then threw his arm over my shoulder, walking with me into the nearest club.

As soon as the doors opened and we stepped inside we could feel the vibrations of the loud music through our chests and our feet. Every time I felt this I always got excited, it made it really easy to dance when your feet already felt so light.

Balen leaned over so I could hear him over the music asking what I wanted to drink. I told him my order then asked if we would get Lord Harcourt something as well.

“I’ll just follow him” he replied when I asked what he wanted, and he and Balen broke away with a few others and made their way to the bar.

The rest of us stayed nearby, some of my friends already breaking out into full on dance. The song that was on came to an end and a new one which clearly had popularity among them began. Excited about the selection, they encouraged me to start dancing with them. Although I did not know the song like they did, music like this was not so welcomed back home, it was an easy beat to dance to so I cheerfully joined in. Before too long Balen tapped me on the shoulder and handed me my drink. I looked over to see if Lord Harcourt had made it back from the bar yet, but instead of regrouping with us he was standing to the side sipping on a glass. I hoped this was not too far out of his comfort zone and at some point tonight he would loosen up, but I was not counting on it.

Song after song passed and I was brought a few more drinks until I started to feel the same vibrations from my feet in my head as well. Lights flashed all around us, giving different colored tints to my friends' smiling faces.

“Look who’s here!” Balen shouted over the beating speakers and waved at a face I did not recognize, it must have been a friend of theirs that didn’t work for us. Balen and a few others broke away from our group to go and greet their friend. I took this as a chance to slip away and check on Lord Harcourt who had yet to move from his spot other than a few side to side steps to keep me in his line of sight through the crowd.

“Will you join us at any point tonight?” I questioned in a taunting tone.

He continued to look straight ahead after I stood next to him like he was trying to pretend he wasn’t staring at me earlier but just casually looking around. “I’m fine over here”.

“Well then why don’t you order another drink, you’ve been sipping on that glass since we got here” I on the other hand had been graciously taking every drink my friends had brought me. Usually I would limit myself but since Lord Harcourt was here I felt I could get away with a few more tonight, and although I did not want tonight to be any particular celebration my friends knew it was my birthday so they were encouraging me to enjoy it.

Just on cue another friend of mine ordered two more drinks from the bar and handed me one before bobbing back onto the dance floor. I looked up at Lord Harcourt with a suggestive expression and held the drink in front of him.

He finally looked over at me who was now swaying the glass in front of him. Giving up he downed what was left in his first drink and took the other one from me.

Leaning on the edge of the table that was next to us I’d just set his empty glass on, I watched and waited for him to finish this drink as well. These were rather small glasses anyways compared to the drinks we were being served earlier in the evening, the bar here obviously wanted you to just get a taste of what they had to serve then come order more. In fact, I’d read before that other alcohols would make people sick the next day when drinking too much. I’d never experienced a sickness like that before nor did I know of anyone who did so that was definitely a benefit of the local drink.

Lord Harcourt finally finished his glass and I placed that one on the table next to the other before grabbing his hands and dragging him from his lurking and into the mass of bodies.

I wasn’t sure where my other friends had gone to, either they had wandered off with someone else or the wave of moving arms and torsos just cast them further from our reach. I wasn’t too concerned though, because right now I was feeling light, the music was good, and Lord Harcourt was standing in front of me awfully close due to the close proximity of all the others dancing around us.

A new song started to play, the lights in the club all around us were in sync with the pulsing synth. I started to sway, closing my eyes so I could really feel the sensation and let it lead my body. The beat began to pick up, I threw my hands in the air while my legs started a little jump to the rhythm. In my fervor I accidentally bounced back a little too far and knocked into someone behind me, before I could turn to apologize I felt two hands wrap around my waist and pin me against their body.

Lord Harcourt looked down at me as if he were about to scold me, but in the moment I saw the flashing lights reflecting in his gleaming eyes and my mind completely closed off.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer into a kiss.

At first he seemed to be startled, but after a fleeting moment his grip tightened around my waist and he leaned further into the kiss.

In our embrace I suddenly began to remember a time when I began to fall in love with him, his voice was ringing in my head.

“Olyvar… Olyvar!” Our kiss ended as I realized the voice in my head was actually my friend Balen calling my name.

Lord Harcourt let go as I pulled away and searched the area for my friend. Once I turned around I saw Balen emerge. I wasn’t sure if he had seen anything, but he didn’t seem to act any sort of way when he made his way over to us.

“We are about to leave for another location. Are you joining us?” My friend informed me.

Before I could give him my answer, Lord Harcourt stepped forward “I think we will be finding our own way tonight” he dismissed the invitation and briefing thanked him before taking my hand and leading me away.

Afraid he was upset that I’d kissed him I kept quiet as we found the exit to the club, but when we were both outside I spoke up. “We will need to go down a few streets. Most vehicles don’t pick up from this area because of the heavy foot traffic” I only expected that he was wanting to look for a way back home.

“I just want to go somewhere more private” he disclosed the reason for us leaving in a hurry. “You know a place we can go?”

“Private?” I repeated the word he used to make sure I was understanding him correctly. “Like a tavern or-?”

“A room” he clarified exactly what sort of privacy he was looking for.

“I think there’s some over this direction” I pointed to his right and he waited for me to lead the way.

Although I was a little more familiar to the area than he was, neither of us got out very much, I didn’t want to admit I was not exactly sure where I was going. The times I did sneak out I was always escorted by Balen who was a Denzi and knew all the spots to go. I tried to remember all the times we’d walked up and down these streets and hoped I was going in the right direction.

Lord Harcourt followed closely behind, but I still kept glancing back to make sure he was still there. After just a few minutes of walking and just a couple more streets over, the loud music from all the clubs began to slightly fade and we found the lodging street I was looking for.

The buildings were narrow walk up types, looking like they were built in a rush once the settlement grew.

Regardless we found one that looked decent and had a room available on the third floor.

Lord Harcourt didn’t say a word to me as he made the transaction for the room and the host showed us up the stairs to the right door.

I was nervous the host might think it odd that two guys would be getting a single room together. With Lord Harcourt still dressed the way he was I'm sure they suspected he was not a local and didn’t question him.

The room was small but tidy, nothing but a bedstead which was rather large for the room, a lanky table, a washstand near the door, and a small closet with shelves that contained extra linen.

I stood by waiting to see what he would do, my eyes following him across the room as he took off his vest and harness, dropping them off on the table and stopping to stand in front of the single window.

The window was long and narrow, almost spanning half of his length. It was carved out of the thick exterior wall with a wide ledge you could post yourself on, and hidden from the outside behind dark paneled shutters.

He unlatched the shudders' closure and pushed the lengthy pieces away exposing his figure to the outside and casting his shadow into the room that up until now was only illuminated by a few candles on the table.

He leaned over the window sill, nothing but a flimsy looking window box between him and the drop down.

“I always thought this was an interesting place” he finally began a conversation. “It’s so new, it can become anything it wants to be but here the native customs still prospers over the foreign”.

I moved to his side of the room and leaned against the wall next to him. “Do you ever miss your home very much?” Lord Harcourt didn’t talk too much about himself before being recruited to my fathers commission.

He thought about it for a moment, like he had to think hard to reach back that far into his own memories. “There was not much for me there,” he professed, “but I do miss trees” he looked over at me with a smile, half his face cast in shadow.

I still was unsure why we came here, and Lord Harcourt didn’t seem so sure about himself anymore either, but I still had a buzz from the high of us kissing and didn’t want it to wear off before I gathered the courage to attempt it again.

I touched his face, my fingers stopping on every single piece of expression.

“Your Highness” his solicitous voice cut through the stiff air.

“Don’t,” I stopped him from trying to interrupt my exploration. “Call me Olyvar”

“Ol-“ as soon as his mouth made the shape of my name I smashed our lips together.

I held onto either side of his face, turning it so that I could go back in at a better angle. His hands reached up and grabbed a hold of mine, pulling them down and ripping some space between us. I kept trying to jump back into it, but he kept pulling back just in time.

He looked down at me but I couldn’t understand what his eyes were saying.

“I… do you… not want… can…” I kept trying to start a sentence, but since I didn’t know what he was thinking I couldn’t seem to form my own thoughts. The only thing I could think about was how it felt to be close to him. “Do you not want me?” I finally pieced something together.

“No! It’s not that” he quickly rebutted my conclusion to his hesitance. “I just…” Now he was at a loss for words.

I looked up at him, desire still burning in my body to the point I was fidgeting.

His face softened again “ah fuck” he let out in a breath and grabbed the back of my neck, thrusting me forward until we were connected again.

He walked, legs between mine, until I reached the end of the bed and fell back onto it. I pulled on the ends of his hair causing a very sexy grunt and sending me absolutely out of my mind. Now I pulled at the collar of his shirt. We stopped for a breath and to remove the pesky piece of clothing. “Should we at least slow down?” He tried once more to check and see if this was the right thing to do, which it definitely was not, but I did not give a fuck anymore. I took my hand and placed it directly ontop his pants right below the waist. I was a little bit upset to feel that he was not as rock hard as I was right now, but I did begin to feel it stiffen up after my touch.

He looked down at where my hand was, surprised at my continuing advancements, then back up at me with a smile. He took my hand off his pants and placed it back on his face. We kissed again, this time slower and deeper. He slid his thumb over my bottom lip then pressed down to pry them apart, placing it inside until the tip touched my tongue. I let him play with it like that for a moment until he replaced his thumb with his tongue. I didn’t think I could get any harder but I immediately did, I returned the favor by thrusting my tongue into his mouth as well.

“Woah!” He pulled back with a little laugh.

I tried to hide my embarrassment, so far I thought I was doing a good job at pretending like I knew what I was doing, but I was starting to lose control at our sudden advancements.

I think he picked up on my change from eager confidence to awkwardness and noticed again that I was fidgeting. “Should I help you with that?” he motioned down to my throbbing crotch.

“Ah… yes please” I sheepishly agreed and he began to untie the laces on the waistband. “Someone’s excited” he teased in his usual manner.

I bit my bottom lip as he took it in his hand, frustrated that he still felt the need to tease me in this vulnerable state, but also glad that he felt comfortable enough to still act like himself. I was not sure what he intended to do, if anything I knew if he just rubbed it with his hands like I did I might be able to last a little while.

Suddenly I was encompassed by something warm and wet, shocked I looked down to see his golden yellow mess bobbing up and down.

I gasped and reached back to take a hold of the bedding behind me. To give me a break he helped pull my pants off before rejoining me in the bed and returning to his work with even more vigor.

“No-stop now!” I tried to push him off of me because I was not lasting as long as usual. This was a new feeling of satisfaction to me and my body was eager to release itself.

He grabbed my hand, wrapping his fingers up in mine, and pinned it against my thigh while he kept his pace. Only a few moments later I couldn’t contain myself anymore and came. “I’m sorry, I told you to stop” I panted and he finally lifted his head and wiped his mouth.

“You don’t have to be sorry, Olyvar” he obeyed me for the first time tonight by calling me by my preferred name. Sitting up he started to unlace the front of his pants that I could tell had also gotten a lot tighter.

“Umm…” I managed a voice while watching him but all that came out at first was intelligible hesitation. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to… to umm” I didn’t know how to articulate that I wasn’t ready for him to put it in my ass yet.

“Don’t worry” he could tell what I meant just by watching me glance back and forth between him and my bottom. “I just want you to touch me”.

Still a little bit nervous, but also excited like a kid with a new toy, I helped him remove his pants and started tugging on him.

“Mmm” he let out another groan like before. “It needs to be wet”.

I looked down at him wondering if I was ready to at least do that, and how I was going to fit it in my mouth. He reached down and pulled my face to his, putting his tongue back in my mouth and kissing me for a while before stopping again “just spit on it” he smiled and waited for me to follow his command. Although it seemed a little brutish to me I did as he said and continued to rub him.

“I should not be doing this” he sighed as he closed his eyes and let me work.

“Why not?” I climbed on top of him since we had traded places on the bed as he was taking his pants off. I could feel that I was getting excited again as well.

“Because it feels too good” he arched his neck back digging the back of his head into the bedding. I couldn’t help but smile, I was glad that he said it felt good, but I also couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t doing enough. After mustering up the courage I leaned over and took him in my mouth as well.

Instead of words the room was filled with groans and slurping sounds as I tried to figure out the best way to do this. He was definitely taking longer than me, making me second guess if I was doing it well or not. I could also feel myself getting wet again with precum.

“Olyvar, that’s enough” Lord Harcourt tried to ease me off of him. Normally I would not give up so easily, but my jaw was starting to ache so I sat up. I hesitated for a moment, not sure what we did now, we were both still hard but I already said I wasn’t ready to go all the way.

“Come here” he called me over, grabbing onto my legs and guiding me to straddle him.

He positioned me just on top of him and then spit in his hand before taking both of us in his grip.

After a few strokes he started to rut his hips causing more traction. My breath became ragged and I started to move as well. I reached down and we both stroked each other and rubbed against each other until we both came spreading creamy white streaks against his abdomen.

Lord Harcourt ran the tip of his finger across his stomach and placed it in his mouth.

“No stop!” I tried to reach for his arm before he could lick his finger clean but failed to do so fast enough.

“Why? You taste good” he smirked.

“But it wasn’t just me” I looked down at the mess we had made. There was no way of determining whose was whose.

“What’s the big deal? It came from my body” he tucked one arm behind his head to prop himself up a little while he continued to look at me in a forever teasing expression. Maybe it was just the structure of his face, the way his dark brows sat low on his brow bone just above his deeply carved blue eyes. “Come here” he leaned forward and pulled me down next to him so that I was nestled in the space between his arm and his chest. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me as we kissed again.

Although I was usually hopelessly jealous of his broad and defined frame compared to my willowy stature, I was enjoying myself in his embrace.