Title: Triumphant Return

Series: Heroic Legend of Arslan

Rating: Yaoi, Lemon, PWP

Pairing: Arslan/Daroon

Author: Shara

This is a yaoi, Lemon, PWP story please do not read further if you are under age. I own none of the characters in this story.

The Triumphant Return

A slender young man turned in the make shift cot that served as his bed. It was impossible to sleep with the racket of the men as they joyfully thanked the gods for their victory. Covering his ears the prince wished they would revel a little more quietly.

Arslan sighed to himself remembering the feast that had taken place after his army had routed their foe. He had been so happy when almost everyone had returned safely. He was especially pleased that Daryoon had returned whole and hale. He should have known the general would be fine, but he just couldn't keep from worrying. After he had addressed the troops they all sat together for a victory feast. Daryoon had sat next to him. The prince cursed softly. Having had the general so close and yet so far away throughout dinner had been very frustrating. Now that he knew that the general knew his true feelings, he wanted to express those feelings. Instead he had to sit there making pleasant conversation when what he really wanted to do was hold the older man close. To loose himself in those strong arms for a while.

When the stressful meal had ended Daryoon had to check on some precautions to make certain the men didn't over do their celebrating. Arslan didn't mind that. He knew Daryoon had his duties as much as he did. The prince had walked the camp passing his personal congratulations along to those who served him. After all it had been a fine battle. Both sides had managed to escape with a minimum of casualties. By the time he had finished it was dark so he slipped into his lonely tent and tried to sleep.

The ruler shook his head, bright hair shimmering around his head. "This isn't working." He murmured softly to himself.

"Perhaps I can be of some assistance," Daryoon's voice filled the tent.

The prince bolted from his bed throwing his arms around the taller man he crushed his face into the general's chest. "Thank you for coming back to me," Arslan said simply his voice soft.

"I had a very good reason to return." Daryoon smiled wrapping his arms around the young prince.

"Stay with me tonight?" Arslan asked looking up into his general's eyes pleadingly.

"I am not going anywhere." The general chuckled. Lowering his arms to Arslan's waist he lifted the ruler up. Gently he carried the prince to his bed and set him down. Sneaking a big callused hand under the ruler's nightshirt.

Arslan leaned back into the pillows closing his eyes in pleasure as Daryoon stroked his shaft into an erection. His eyes snapped open as something heavy came down on top of him. The prince gasped in pleasure as the general lowered himself onto his prince. The cerulean pools widened. He had never been inside anyone before. This was a completely new experience.

The tightness surprised him and he wriggled in pleasure as his general moved himself up and down the erect shaft. Dayroon smiled at the sounds his prince was making. He was very glad that the general noise of the revelry would keep anyone from suspecting what was happening right under their noses. Slowing his motions he savored the feeling of the slight form of the prince below him.

"Dayroon, Please let me…oh please. Dayroon!" Arslan asked in a passion-thickened voice.

Taking pity on his small lover Dayroon, sped up his pumping with a chuckle. It didn't take very long at all before the prince was arching into him. Arslan grunted as his warm seed shot into his general. Breathing deeply he fell back into the pillows once again.

The general curled around the smaller man holding him close. Feeling very relaxed Arslan snuggled into the crook of Dayroon's neck.

Dayroon held his prince, stroking the thin ruler's back until he was sure Arslan was asleep. Kissing the sweaty brow he closed his own eyes. Letting the ruler's gentle breathing lulled him to sleep.