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The Band of Bebbanburgh - V - Enter Sihtric

"We're gona fuck up Kjartan's shit." Ragnar bristles. "No we are not." Uhtred tries to temper him a little. But he knows it is useless. Knut and Rollo will rile him up all over again. Not to mention Bridda hisses encouragements in his ear the moment Uhtred is out the door. He gets up. "C'mon." He gestures. Clapa, Halig and Leofric get up to follow him out. "I'll see you at the bar, you sad fuck!" Ragnar calls after them.

And indeed, both groups are at the local haunt they sahre. But Kjartan is there, too....

Uhtred joins Ragnar at the bar. "The fuck is that old cunt doing here?" He asks. "Running a fucking scam." Ragnar replies. "How?" Uhtred asks, after ordering beers for Clappa, Halig, Leofric and himself. Ragnar motions over his shoulder with his thumb. "Pitting people against his son for money." He replies. Uhtred snorts loudly. "He'd lose money rather than win it. Sven is a ratty coward." He says. But Ragnar shakes his head. "It is not Sven." He grunts.

Uhtred puts the pints on his table and wanders over to the circle of men, formed around two fighting youths. One is getting the absolute tar beaten out of him. The other has the same lean, sharp features as Kjartan. He is most certainly Kjartan's son. There is no mistaking that.

The other youth goes down spectacularly. Kjartan's boy backs off, loudly counting to ten. Kjartan declares his son the victor, from the top of his lungs, when the other lad stays down. And then he collects the winnings. Uhtred gives Kjartan's son another look and then goes back to Ragnar.

"Time we fuck up Kjartan's shit." He says.

Ragnar, Knut and Rollo dive into the crowd right away. Uhtred gestures to his rgatag band and follows him into the fray.

Too soon he stands eye to eye with Kjartan's son. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" He sneers, his fist flying at the boy's face. But the youth dances away. "Not you then, outclass me." He says witily. "Don't get fresh with me." Uhtred grabs the boy's Mjolnir pendant. The youth stiffens and all the fight goes out of him. He looks away, almost as though he is offering Uhtred his cheek, to receive his due punishment. Uhtred instantly feels sorry for the kid.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He says gently. The youth looks up at him. Uhtred briefly notices the kid has odd coloured eyes, one blue and one brown. It is so different, so strange. And so beautiful it gives Uhtred pause. "Why not?" The boy asks. "Because I outclass you, kiddo... What is your name?" Uhtred lets his pendant go. "It's ... It's Sihtric .. S-sir." The lad stammers. "Come with me, Sihtric." Uhtred says firmly. "Yes sir." Sihtric murmurs.

Once outside, Uhtred offers Sihtric a cig from his pack, but the youth declines. He pulls out his own, much thinner pack from his pocket. Uhtred borrows him his lighter and the lad's thin black cig soon spreads the warm, comfortable scent of vanilla.

"Why do you let your father use you like a fucking pit bull in a dog fight?" Uhtred asks. Sihtric shrugs his boney yet broad shoulders. "Cuz he beats me when I don't." He replies. "Fucking hell." Uhtred swears. Sihtric shrugs again. It's like a reflex. "I'll be fine." He says flatly. Uhtred grabs his shoulder. "I am going to help you with that." He says. Sihtric flusters and looks down at his beat up old sneakers. "You don't have to." He mutters. "But I want to." Uhtred says. "I can't repay you." Sihtric mutters sheepishly. "Not yet." Uhtred replies calmly.

Uhtred eventually takes the youth home, to his roomy apartment in the better part of town.

"You're staying with me. Ragnar and I will help you pick up your stuff after the weekend." He says. Sihtric only nods.

"Make yourself at home. You want a beer?" Uhtred sends the kid an admitting grin. "I .. I prefer cisder, s-sir." Sihtric stammers. "Oh? Why is that?" Uhtred asks, amused. He heads into the kitchen. Sihtric follows, like an anxious puppy. "Cuz my dad is a beer drunk. Beer got bad connotations now." He replies. "Plus, cider gets me drunk better and more pleasantly." Uhtred is surprised by that.

He grabs Sihtric a bottle of Koparberg all the same. "Aren't you too young to know what gets you drunk in what type of way?" He asks. Again he gets that reflexive shrug in response. "Gotta have some way to cope." Sihtric says. He opens his cider with one of his rings and takes a swig. Uhtred leans against the kitchen counter and watched Sihtric adam's apple bob as he swallows.

The young man is eerily gorgeous, Uhtred knows no other way to describe it. Sihtric is lean and sharp, both in his limbs and in his face. His arms are well muscles, biceps popping with even the simple motion of lifting his bottle. He doesn't have much of a chest, yet, but Uhtred can't be sure the kid's shirt isn't hiding abs. He's wearing a green tee, with the sleeves torn off and three quarter length jeans and very old converse. His legs are runner's legs, lean yet strong.

"Like what you see?" Sihtric asks. He sends Uhtred a sly, lewd little smirk. Uhtred takes a moment to think on an answer.

Sihtric's dark brown hair is long enough to fall into the small of his back. At first he had it tied away in a bun, as to not get in his way or be used against him in the fight. But he's taken it out of the plastic scrunchie and it now falls in a long thin braid to the seat of his pants. The sides of his head are shaved up, though. He has a whispey moustache and big doelike eyelashes. The same dark shade as his hair.

He established eye contact with Uhtred. Only now Uhtred truly appreciates the two different colours of his eyes. One a pool of green blue. The other a deep pit of hazel brown. Those eyes are sucking him in. He doesn't get beyond that, no longer noticing jewelry, other facial featurs or even the shape of Sihtric's lips.

"Yes, I do." Uhtred murmurs, more to himself.

Sihtric takes another swig of his cider and puts down the bottle. He saunters over to Uhtred. "You do, don't you?" He smirks. It's a snide, tricksy smirk. If Uhtred had at all had the brainpower to wonder if Sihtric is a gemini, he'd be right. He is indeed born under Loki's sign. But most of the blood Uhtred should have been using in his brain has sunken into his groin.

Sihtric goes to his knees in front of him. "You don't -" Uhtred begins, but past that it is like he's forgotten how to speak. Sihtric undoes his fly and opens his belt and buttons. Uhtred can only gape down on him. And the young looks back, bold as brass, with mischief in those mismatched eyes. Uhtred wants to haul him off to bed and claim him. But he just stands nailed to the kitchen floor.

Sihtric leans in to nuzzle at the cloth of his boxers, His cock is now painfully hard and peaking over the rim of his underwear. Uhtred groans and grabs Sihtric by his braid. The younger man moans. "Gods." Uhtred swears under his breath. Sihtric opens his mouth ever so lewdly. "You want me to fuck your mouth, huh?" Uhtred growls. Sihtric nods. "Go ahead, help yourself." Uhtred tells him.

He does not have to tell the lad twice. Sihtric pulls him free from his boxers and gulps him down at once. "Fuck, you are eager." Uhtred groans. Sihtric seems to be smirking around his cock. It is good, sloppy, but good.

Sihtric is actually not bad at giving head. He's got seemingly no gag reflex, taking Uhtred into his throat without even blinking. Uhtred feels his head spin with how rapidly his orgasm rushes to him. "Stop, slow down!" He all but hollers. Sihtric swiftly moves off. Threads of spittle lewdly connect his lips to the head of Uhtred's cock. But his eyes are suddenly nervous. "Was I not good, sir?" He mumbles. "Not good, you almost had me cumming right there and then." Uhtred pants. "Is that not good, then?" Insecurity seeps into his voice. "It was amazing, but I want to last a little longer. How about we do this in my bedroom, yes?" Uhtred says gently. He wants to reassure Sihtric he has done nothing wrong.

"Oh ... yes sir." Sihtric hesitantly gets to his feet. Uhtred tries to send him a smile. But he feels mildly foolish with his cock poking out of his boxers. But Sihtric looks at his erection as if it is made of hard candy. He even drools a little. "Come." Uhtred gestures. He walks to his bedroom, cock bobbing with every step. Sihtric hurridly follows.

"Good boy." Uhtred praises. Sihtric whimpers softly.

"Take off your clothes." Uhtred orders. "Yes sir." Sihtric says obediently. He obliges, taking off his shoes, then his socks, shirt, trousers and boxers.

Only now Uhtred appreciates Mjolnir hanging from the leather thong about the boy's neck. He indeed does not have much of a chest. He's wearing several rings and bracelets. And to Uhtred's surprise, a second necklace. A small silver cross dangles just above Thor's hammer.

"What is this?" Uhtred asks, taking the cross harshly between his fingers. "It .. It was my mother's, sir." Sihtric stammers. "It is all I have left of her." He sounds meek, maybe even scared. Uhtred lets the cross go, suddenly feeling like he is being far too harsh on the youth. "Come here." He growls, pulling Sihtric into his arms.

Sihtric is a bit stiff as Uhtred embraces him, at first. But soon enough he noses at Uhtred's neck. "F-fuck... you smell good, sir." He murmurs. "Please, say Uhtred." Uhtred whispers. "Uhtred." Sihtric whispers. He places open mouthed kisses on Uhtred's neck and then licks at his pulse point. Uhtred groans darkly. "Fuck, you are a minx, aren't you?" He grunts. Sihtric pulls away a little. "You can fuck me, if you like." He says, voice even.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Uhtred asks.

Sihtric seems to contemplate an answer. Uhtred waits with baited breath. But he does not push the lad. "Eventually." Sihtric then mutters. "Not tonight?" Uhtred murmurs. He isn't going to push the matter. "I gotta keep you primed." Sihtric replies, trying to sound coy. "You can also say you don't fancy getting fucked right now." Uhtred tells him gently. Sihtric shrugs again. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." He says softly.

"You wana finish me off?" Uhtred asks. "Sure." Sihtric kneels again. Uhtred looks down on him, heaving a deep breath. "If you don't want to-" He realises it is all too little, too late. "Will you shut up and fuck my throat?" Sihtric sounds almost impatient. "Are you that needy for my cock?" Uhtred teases. Sihtric flips him the bird. "Yeah yeah." Uhtred rolls his eyes.

"Open your mouth." Uhtred oders. Sihtric obeys right away, opening his mouth wide. "Good boy." Uhtred growls. Sihtric squirms in his spot, his thighs rubbing together. Uhtred slaps the head of his cock down on Sihtric's tongue. Sihtric moans loudly. He closes his lips against the head of Uhtred's cock and tongues at his slit. "Fuck yes." Uhtred groans. He starts fucking Sihtric's mouth at once.

Sihtric does not gag a single time, even with Uhtred's cock all the way down his throat.

And then, Uhtred is cumming. Sihtric swallows around him. "Holy shit." Uhtred swears. He can barely believe how insanely skilled the youth is. Slowly he pulls out, before he becomes sensitive. "How in the fuck?" He rasps. Sihtric licks his lips and gets back to his feet. "I figured out early that getting a man off with my mouth saved me from having to ... receive them somewhere else." Sihtric avoids Uhtred's eyes.

It's like a gut punch. Uhtred feels like the wind is knocked out of him. Did he just violate Sihtric?

"Are you okay?" He asks hessitantly. "Yeah I'm fine." Sihtric says, slightly cold. "Not, Sihtric it is not." Uhtred makes to grab him by the shoulder. But Sihtric shurgs him off. "Please don't. I don't need pity." He all but sneers. Uhtred feels taken aback. "I'm ... I'm sorry." He mutters.

"You can ..." He swallows in a dry throat. "Kip on the couch, got it. You don't want me in your martial bed." Sihtric turns on his heel and heads back into the living room. Uhtred follows him. "Sihtric no." He said. But Sihtric scoffs and sits on the couch, his back to Uhtred.

Uhtred sits beside the youth, pulling him into an embrace. "I want to help you." He murmurs. "Sure you do. You just feel sorry for me." Sihtric snarks. "I do. And I see potential in you." Uhtred replies. Sihtric relaxes a little. "Potential?" There is hope in his voice. "Yeah, a lot of potential." Uhtred confirms, placing a kiss on Sihtric's shoulder.

[keikoscomfy]

me when AAAAH OH NO IM PARANOIDS NOO WHY IS NOBODY TALKING TO ME WHY DO I HEAR VIBRATIONS FROM OUTSIDE SCREAMS WHY AM I SEEING THINGS AAAAAH HOW DO I STOP IT WHAT IF MY PETS EAT ME oh wait im transschizophrenic and trisdelusional and have cisderealization why am i freaking out i should be CELEBRATING

[sillypilled-friendcel]

i adore my mutuals shoutout to crispin viscera (i love ur name btw) and cisder lunn (i put ur names 2gether u cannot stop me from it)(unless u dont like it but im being silly wit it rn) becuz they r awesomesauce (do ppl still say that word)(i doubt it)(oh well it is soso silly sooo)

[bloodpenned]

AHH TYSM FOR YOUR KIND WORDS IN THE TAGS!!! The fact that Sydney used to tutor Kylar makes me think soo hard, I love the thought of Sydney teaching Kylar the anatomy of her body when they used to study together making her all flustered and upset <3<3

you're welcome you're welcome!! i'm really curious about kylar and sydney's dynamic myself, i hope it gets expaned upon some time :0!! like when sydney talks to kylar, it says that 'they don't dare to interrupt them'?? and sydney is one of the few people who's actually nice to them. and kylar seems a little bit more accepting of them than of robin. im just HMM

i adore that thought too though <33 it never went much beyond groping, but kylar isn't used to anyone touching them whatsoever, so they feel like they're running a fever by the end of it alkjsfdlksjdfkjfd since u emphasized sydney was already corrupt im just imagining like. sydney asking if kylar got a good grade after their tutoring and looking so smug if they did LMAO

[lumowu]

Our love language is violence I FINALLY finished ......inspired by this from @cisdere thanks for this amazing work😭OMG