Title: Knight Moves

Series: Heroic Legend of Arslan

Rating: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP

Pairing: Arslan/Daroon

Author: Shara

I do not own the rights to the Heroic Legend of Arslan. I am only borrowing the characters for amusement. Please do not read this story if two men being intimate bothers you. Or you are under age. Otherwise enjoy!

Hugs and Snuggles

Shara

Knight Moves

The light of the moon gave a fey glow to the tents of the army that camped nestled snugly in the valley of a large mountain. Halfway up the mountain, hidden from the sight of those below sat a lone figure. Silently the young man rested his chin on his fist. The moonlight painted his long light blond hair white as the tresses danced on the breeze.

Luminous azure eyes narrowed as Arslan heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Dropping his right hand to the hilt of his sword, the young prince stood coming to rest on the balls of his feet. Poised to fight or flee the prince sighed with relief when his general came into view.

"My Prince, you should try to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." The darkly handsome general spoke softly. The well-built warrior turned to look out across the camp.

Arslan followed Daroon’s glance back out over the city of tents that had appeared in the valley only hours before. "I know your right, Daroon. But I just can’t sleep. There are too many things running through my head."

"What kinds of things?" The general tipped his head back to look at his prince. There was a curious look in his eyes.

Arslan looked up at the tone in Daroon’s voice. "Mostly it’s about the battle tomorrow. I know the battle must be fought but…,"the prince blushed so deeply it was visible even in the darkness. " I just wish I didn’t have to send my best and dearest out against such odds.

Daroon shook his head slightly. Compassion was a good thing to have if you were an average person. But in Kings and princes it tended to cause great stress. Even so, if Arslan could survive the pain his gentleness would draw to him, he would one day make a very good King.

The general held his breath caught in the cerulean pools of his prince’s eyes. Arslan returned the look, A soft flame flickering in those blue depths. The ruler’s chin came up, and he seemed to come to a decision.

"Daroon, I want to tell you…"

The prince’s words petered out as he looked nervously down at his hands.. "I want you to know that I…" Arslan blushed a deep red. "I find you attractive. I have wanted to ask you…" Looking up timidly, Arslan let the sentence fall off again. "To know if you would be willing," The prince shook his head causing the bright strands of his hair to form a halo about his head. "But there hasn’t been any time. And now, tomorrow you will be marching off. Before you go, I want you to understand. Even if you hate me for it."

Daroon, having remained still and silent throughout this rather confusing oration was startled into motion by his prince’s last statement. Without thinking of the consequences the general took the slender ruler into his strong arms. "Shhhhhh," He whispered as he held the startled young man. Pressing his lips against the fine fair hair, Daroon held tight to the tense figure in his arms until slowly the prince relaxed into the embrace.

Drinking in the growing glow that was suffusing Arslan’s delicate face, Daroon smiled. "I don’t hate you, Arslan. In fact, I find you attractive too, My prince."

Pulling the younger man towards him, he tasted the ruler’s exquisite lips. Which parted softly as a small sigh escaped. Never one to over look an opportunity, the general gently slid his tongue inside. Arslan moaned again as Daroon traced over the bumpy surface of the roof of the prince’s mouth.

Arslan’s knees, no longer able to support him buckled as pleasure, relief, and amazement all mixed into one heady cocktail. Falling forward into Daroon’s embrace he leaned against the bigger man. Blushing deeply he felt himself grow hard as his shaft brushed against the general’s leg.

Catching the younger man easily, Daroon rested the prince against his chest. Holding Arslan in one place with his left arm he reached down to undo the younger man’s belt. The pants and undergarments slipped off fairly easily as Arslan was still growing and so his cloths were oversized. It was a bit more of a trick to keep his arm around the prince as he undid his own belt and trousers. As he lay nestled against the general’s chest, Arslan began to respond to the probing tongue with his own. Timidly at first, he pressed his own tongue into the dark wetness of Daroon’s wanting mouth.

Stepping out of the small mound of fabric that was his pants Daroon shifted his arm slightly. Still holding the prince safely in his arms he knelt down. Rolling onto his back he pulled his ruler down on top of him. Arslan gasped as their erections touched. Involuntarily, his hips rocked forward towards the general’s shaft.

Moistening the fingers of both hands, Daroon reached around the firm mounds of his prince’s rear. Arslan tensed against him as he found his goal. Running his fingers over the puckered opening to lubricate it caused the prince to lift his head," Oh Daroon." He whispered into the darkness.

Lifting his fingers to his lips once again Daroon continued to moisten the opening, as Arslan’s rocking became more intense. When he was satisfied that he would not injure the prince he pushed the younger man into a sitting position. Lifting him up off of his chest entirely. Arslan’s mew of disappointment quickly shifted into one of pleasure as the general gently entered him.

Releasing his hold on Arslan’s arms, Daroon felt his prince lower himself down the hard shaft. Arching his back to get as much of his general inside as possible, Arslan groped blindly with his hands for leverage. Daroon let his own pleasure out as he intertwined his hands with his ruler’s.

Given an extra point of stability Arslan increased the speed and intensity of his rocking. Daroon watched the shining azure eyes as all the fear and tension the prince had been harboring was transmuted into passion. The wild halo of silvered gold gleamed in the darkness. Some distant corner of Daroon’s mind was very grateful that they were on a cliff that could not be seen from below.

Making love to Arslan would not keep the young prince from worrying. "I don’t think anything could do that." The distant corner of his mind thought quietly. "But at least after this he should be able to rest."

Breathing heavily his body covered in a glistening sheen of sweat the ruler let go of everything save for the almost painful pleasure that rocketed through him at every movement. As soon as the general’s hand descended gently over his straining shaft it was all over. A flash of bright white light exploded behind the prince’s eyes. Arching his back violently Arslan shot his seed into the air. It would have landed on the general’s shirt if Daroon hadn’t had the presence of mind to direct the small shower off to the side.

That was the only room for thought Daroon had, for just after that his own need was arching into the prince. The general placed a hand on either side of the slim waist to keep the young ruler upright. Totally spent, Arslan sagged forward unresisting as Daroon pushed himself completely inside. Sides heaving the prince made little sounds of pleasure as the general continued to pump in and out.

The total lack of resistance forced the general over the edge. Pulling his ruler down so that he was completely inside the prince Daroon wrapped his arms around the young man’s back. Clutching the prince in a tight embrace he felt his seed spill out into the ruler. Arslan’s smaller frame still heaved against his own chest as the waves of pleasure receded.

Daroon reached up a hand running it gently through the prince’s bright crown of hair. Arslan nuzzled against his general feeling the warm sticky fluid trickle out of his rear around the shaft that was still resting inside of him.

"Thank you, Daroon." The prince murmured once his voice was working again..

"No, Thank you my prince. I shall be more likely to return knowing I have such an ardent admirer to return too."

Blushing Arslan sat up feeling the soft shaft slip out of him with a quiet sucking sound. Stepping over the general the prince began gathering up his clothes. Then in silence he began to dress.

Daroon watched the graceful movements of his future king, with an indulgent gleam in his eyes. Sighing to himself he leaned over to