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Tiefling Boyfriend: Mercutio Part Eight (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-08-19 21:00:02 +0000 UTC
Lena is gone, August is gone, Lynk is away, and I am still here. I know I am the cause of all these absences, so beating myself up is easier. I don’t have a family, but by all accounts they were as close as I would ever come to such a thing.
I work, but it’s nothing like it used to be. If anything I’m even crueler. I’m harsh on the courtiers who work under me. I don’t have August to cushion me and make me sweet, I don’t have Lena to keep me in line, and I don’t have Lynk to bounce ideas off of.
I don’t regret sending them away, or at least allowing them to go. August is doing what’s right, something I don’t think I’ve ever done. Lena is taking care of Valentine and the forthcoming baby, something I could never do. Lynk is busy preparing for said baby, keeping him away for long stretches of time. I will be fine. One day it will all be worth it.
There comes an evening, though, when ‘fine’ might no longer be okay. I am sitting alone in my chambers and reading over the diary that August left for me, daydreaming of the day we can be together again, when I feel a chill at the back of my neck. I look up, seeing the flames in the fireplace wither. As I sit alert in my seat, a smooth hand wraps around my throat.
“My dear boy,” Fierna whispers to me. “I think we need to talk.”
I stiffen, setting the diary between my thigh and the arm of my chair. “It has been awhile. Why come now, of all times?”
Fierna’s hand tightens around my throat, choking me and forcing my head back against the chair. I look up at her, gazing into those ferocious things she calls eyes. She sneers at me, lip curled and eyebrow arched into a fine point.
“You are my son, so I expect some youthful rebellion.” Her sharp fingers dig into my flesh, causing a warm rush of blood down my neck to stain the white collar of my shirt. “But it has gotten to a point where I can no longer ignore the warning signs.” Keeping her hand on me, she walks around the chair. “You do remember why you are here, correct?” She presses the heel of her palm into my throat, and it feels as though I might throw up. “You belong to me, my son. You are here because of me.”
I wrap my hand around her wrist, and her skin feels lava-hot.
Her eyes look down at my fingers, and then back at me. “I know what you are doing, so this is a warning to you.” More blood stains my shirt. “Stop this right now. Stop sowing your attempts at discord. Stop placing yourself on a pedestal that does not exist. You will live a lot longer.” She grins at me. “You’re lucky to be alive at all right now.”
My grip tightens. If Lena were here, I am sure she would find a way to soothe the tension, to tell me I was going crazy and I needed to let go. If August were here, I would protect him, and I would do anything to save him. If Lynk were here, he would have wine to distract her.
But none of them are here.
I push back, forcing Fierna against the fireplace. Her head cracks against the stone and she screams at me, lunging and forcing her hands back around my throat. I kick her in the stomach, and fire starts to flicker from my fingertips and palms. She looks up at me, chuckling as she wipes the corner of her mouth. “Do you honestly think you can take me, child? Who the hell do you think you are?”
I throw fire at her, and it catches on the tapestry. She surges through the flames, coming at me with her own blaze. I dodge her, and her fire goes up the ropes to the canopy of the bed. The room has become a tinderbox, but I don’t care. Someone is leaving this room dead, and it won’t be me.
Fierna finally has me in a corner, and fire licks all around us. I can feel the smoke in my lungs, and every part of me burns. My nails have dug gashes into her arms and face, but I am growing weaker by the moment. The human in me is giving up.
“You’re not enough,” Fierna cackles. “That is why I kept you close.” She spits on my face. “Just let go. I can find another one like you.”
My vision is starting to blur when I see a blade against her throat. It slices across, and Fierna’s expression turns to shock and fear. She doesn’t seem to feel her blood spill black on me. Her body is tossed into the flames, and standing over me is someone with dark lip stain.
“Get up!” Lynk grabs me, pulling me into his arms.
I am breathless and weak as he hefts me over his shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
“Saving your ass.” Lynk carries me from the burning room. “Lena said I should check on you.” He takes me outside, and I can see the flames shooting from what was once my room. The castle will be safe, thankfully. But my room will burn until morning.
“Lena?” I wheeze.
Lynk looks over my wounds and frowns. “You really gave her a fight, didn’t you?”
“Where’s Lena?”
“Hey, shut up.” Lynk scolds me. “I’m taking you home with me to heal.”
I feel as though if I stop talking, something awful will happen. “What’d you do?” I cough. “How’d you stop her?”
Lynk presses a kiss to my forehead, it’s soft and comforting, helping to ease my shaken mind. “I’m here to take care of you, alright? We’ll get this settled in the morning.”
Already the flames in my room are dying down, and water is pouring through the window. I cling to Lynk, holding tightly as he carries me to safety.
When I wake again, I am bandaged from head to toe. My hair has been sheared off after being singed. I look around the room and see Lynk sitting at his desk. He turns as if sensing me and smiles. “Hey, killer.”
“Is she really dead?” I hold my hand up to him. “Is she gone?”
Lynk takes my hand as he sits down beside me. “Lena gave me the dagger that was intended for you the night you were attacked. The poison in it should have finished what you started.”
I grip his hand as tightly as I can. “I couldn’t take it anymore, Lynk.”
“I know.” He pets the top of my head, and his touch feels so different without all of my hair. “I’m surprised you lasted this long.”
“Without Lena without August...” I start to shake all over.
Lynk presses his forehead to mine and chuckles. “Hey, shut up.” He gives me a soft kiss on the lips. “It’s going to be okay. With Fierna gone, it’s all yours.”
“How?” I whimper.
“You killed her, that’s how.” Lynk kisses me again, easing me back to relaxing on his bed. “Now rest and recuperate. I’ll handle things for now.”
As her only blood, everything she had is passed on to me. Her castle, her wealth, everything. Due to the fire, a lot of the staff fled the palace, but that doesn’t bother me at all. Once I return, Lynk takes me to Fierna’s throne room. I walk slowly across the black floor to the throne. I stroke the arms of the chair and look down at the bloodred seat. I sit down on it and my forehead begins to ache. I touch the base of my horns and realize they are growing.
Lynk approaches the throne and bows before me. “What is your first decree, my lord?”
I take in a deep breath. “I want a drink before I start decreeing shit.”
“I expect nothing less.” His laugh fills the otherwise dark and dismal chamber.
“And open some curtains,” I scoff. “I plan to decorate as well. With Fierna gone, I want no traces of her remaining.”
“I’ll see to that as well.”
I shake my head. “No.” I walk to the window, pulling open the curtain to look down at my domain. “Save that for Lena, she’s good at it. I don’t want my home looking like a brothel.”
“You’re so mean, my lord,” Lynk teases. “Should I send for Lena to come home?”
I turn back and look at Lynk with a smile on my face. “Send as many men as you can to fetch her and Valentine. I want them both here.”
His eyes widen. “But that’s basically challenging King Charles to war. Are you sure about this?”
“One letter will assure he won’t be an issue,” I say thoughtfully. “All this time, blackmailing and pulling strings has been leading to this moment.” I yank the curtain and pull it down, and light spills through the dark room. “It’s time to end what they started.”
It’s only when I hear the cry of a baby in the halls that I allow myself to relax. Valentine has given birth to a son, whom Lynk has named Tybalt - my heir should anything horrible happen to me. He’s small and squishy, bright red like his father.
“Isn’t this amazing?” Lynk says, showing off the bundle in his arms.
“Yes, yes, very cute.” I look over the little sleeping face, then at him. “Thank goodness he looks like his mother.”
Lynk is grinning ear to ear, happy to be a father and a husband. The wedding is performed as soon as Valentine is brought to my castle. Not exactly a royal ceremony, but it does solidify everything.
My hair has grown back some, in small curls at the top of my head, more fluffy than long. It tickles the backs of my ears and makes me think a bug is buzzing around my head.
I wage battle with King Charles, my father. I have overthrown him, and been granted the legitimacy of his throne. He still has those who are loyal to him, but his efforts are growing weaker and weaker by the day. All this time, August has been at the front lines, fighting for me and dealing with the other noble houses to keep them on my side. I’m proud of him, but he is the only missing piece that can make my life a perfect one. I won’t be happy until he is home and by my side.
Baby Tybalt is a cause of celebration in these halls. It has been so long since a life came into this castle without being snuffed out almost immediately. I’ve held him a few times, but each time I do I grow strangely nervous. It feels so strange to be holding something so small and fragile. I feel unprepared.
“Here, take him.” I hand him back to Lena.
“Why so nervous?” Lena teases as she bounces the baby. “You’ve held many young men in your time.”
“Don’t be like that.” I sit back down at my desk. “I just want the lad to get used to what might be his someday.”
I’ve taken my old office as the base of my operations. Lena has made it bright and airy, and it has become one of the few places where baby Tybalt seems to rest peacefully. I’ve removed all the dark traces of Fierna from this place, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Back when I was young and with my mother, it didn’t take much for our small house to feel like home. Having her there just made everything better. Knowing she loved me and would hold me was enough to make even a dark street home. I just wish I knew how to bring that feeling here.
There is a knock at the door, and Lena looks at me. “Want me to answer it?”
“See who it is. I’m trying to finish all this.” I motion to the papers scattered across my desk. I have many letters to respond to, and I am so used to doing that myself that I haven’t let any servants take it on.
Lena lays Tybalt back in the crib and approaches the door. I’m not paying attention, thinking it’s just another letter, or Lynk wanting to take Tybalt back. But a quiet falls over the room that makes hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Someone stands before my desk but I don’t look up right away.
“Is there anything I can get for you, Master Mercutio?” His voice makes my ears ring, and I am almost in disbelief it is him speaking. It’s too good to be true.
I drop the quill in my hand and look up, eyes brimming with tears. I see his eyes, so soft and warm on me. He’s grown a lovely, well-kept beard, and he somehow has more freckles on his face. Not only that, but his hair has grown quite long. August smiles shyly and fidgets in place. “Your hair looks really cute that way. Lena told me you had to cut it.” He clears his throat and stiffens his back nervously. “But I really like it. I think any hairstyle would suit you.”
I climb on top of my desk and throw myself into his arms, laughing and crying in the same breath. I hold him so tightly it feels my arms will break. His strong hands spread across my back and make me feel so safe, so at home. I sob into his hair, his neck. It’s been so long since I last saw him and held him, I am overwhelmed by how good it feels. Capturing his hairy face between my hands, I kiss him passionately, forgoing breathing just to taste him longer.
Lena gathers up baby Tybalt. “I’ll bring lunch later,” she says before shutting the doors.
“I can’t believe it’s you!” Tears stream down my cheeks. “I’ve waited so long!”
“Look at you.” He strokes his knuckles down my cheek. “How can you have gotten even more beautiful?”
“Look at you!” I place my hands on his shoulders and look over him. There is still a softness to his belly, but his legs look stronger, his arms more solid. Even his cheeks look more chiseled. “You look like an actual prince.”
August’s face reddens just the same, starting at the tips of his ears and spreading down to his cheeks. He kisses me again, this time much softer, more lovingly. He kisses the scars on my neck while his hands circle my waist. “Have you been eating? You feel so tiny.”
I smirk and puff out my chest. “I’ve been ruling a kingdom and running a war. I’ve missed a meal or two. Not to mention I haven’t had you around to gobble you up.”
August shakes his head and chuckles. “Well, I’m back now.” He lifts me off the desk and sets me on the floor. “I’m going to take care of you, just as I promised.”
Tears begin to well up in my eyes again. “I still can’t believe it. You’re here.”
“I’m not leaving you again, Mercutio,” August whispers. “From now on, I’m by your side until the day you send me away.”
He kisses me, moving his hands down until his fingers brush against the base of my tail. I gasp and shiver, thrusting my hips against his. “You remember?”
“How can I ever forget?” He licks my lips and smiles at me. “I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since I left you.”
I kiss his forehead and cheek. “I’ve been reading your diary this entire time. It’s been the biggest comfort I’ve had. But I’m afraid it got burnt with Fierna.”
“That’s alright, it’s just a diary. I can write a new one.” He gazes into my eyes, and I melt even more than before. “I am having a hard time deciding where to begin with you, though.”
I grin brightly, kissing him all over his face. “How about with how you left?” I pat his cheeks between my palms. “Ask me again.”
August’s smile grows into a grin. “Mercutio, would you honor me by becoming my husband?”
I can barely contain myself. My tail wags back and forth so excitedly it knocks over everything standing on my desk. I nod and bend to kiss him, grabbing him wherever I can. “Of course!” I breathe. “That’s all I have been waiting for!”
August picks me up, spinning me around in celebration. With him here, everything finally feels like home. I can hold him and feel safe. Even if we were in a dark alley, it would feel like home.
“I don’t think I can wait to make it to your room,” August whispers.
I set my feet back onto the floor. “I thought you told me once that you didn’t like to do it in the office,” I reply with a smirk.
August arches a brow. “It’s either now or much later.”
I point at the door. “Lock it.”
As August bounds to lock the door I quickly strip away the outermost layer of my clothes. Once August returns, he finishes the work. I’m pressed naked to the floor, feeling the cold marble against my back heat to a scorching temperature. August’s hands move over my body, rougher than I remember them. When he braces them on either side of my head, I realize how big his arms have gotten. I look up at him, breathing heavily, eyes burning, lips parted. I’ve never been this aroused in my life.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last.” August takes my legs and pushes them up, grasping my thighs in his palms. “But I will try to keep up with you.”
I bite back a smile. “It’s been a while for me too. I may not withstand the first thrust.”
August presses his fingers to my anus. “Are you being serious with me?”
I grunt, fluttering my lashes as he plays with me. “Very. I’ve been quite the good egg while you’ve been away.”
August spits on his fingers, pressing one inside me. I buck my hips, lifting them off the floor to meet his touch. “Warn me when you do that!” I whine. “I wasn’t prepared.”
August chuckles. “Please tell me you have some oil around here like the old days.”
I run my hands down my chest, take my cock and stroke it as he watches. “See that decorative bottle?” I point to the shelf behind my desk. “I use that when I can’t control my hands.”
August is quick to fetch it, uncork it and tip it into his hand. The oil flows smoothly, coating his fingers and dripping onto my belly. I slip my fingers through it and return to touching myself. “You won’t need to do that anymore.” August pulls my hands away and pins them above my head. “Not unless I want a show.”
I grin uncontrollably. “I like how you talk now.” I lift my legs again for him, grabbing the backs of my knees. “Have you learned anything new out there?”
August slowly works the oil into my ass, kneading the flesh first and then easing his fingers back inside. “I’ve mainly just daydreamed.”
I chew on my bottom lip, whimpering in pleasure as I watch him. “You’ve always been too sweet.”
August places himself between my legs, rubbing his cock against mine. “I’ve never wanted someone so badly, and never needed touch like this,” he whispers into my ear as we rub together. I latch my legs around his strong waist and hold on to his shoulders.
“I’ve missed you,” I sniffle. “I’ve been lost without you.”
August kisses me and positions himself. His hand reaches down, placing himself at my tight anus, working his glans inside me. I gasp in pleasure, holding my mouth open over his. He teases me, going slowly and gently, inch by inch, torturing me with how good he feels.
“Don’t be so gentle with me,” I pant.
“I’m not trying to be. I just feel if I go all at once I’ll come.” He places his hand against my back so his fingers knead into the base of my tail. I thrust down hard upon him, unable to hold back with his touch so concentrated. My cock slaps against his belly, jabbing him and then sliding upward. He goes deeper, fitting all of himself inside me. I forgot how thick he was, how much he filled me.
It doesn’t take long for either of us. All this time it;s been building and building to the point that all it takes is a cold draft to topple us over. We lie tangled together on the floor, happy and satiated for the time being.
“Just like old times,” August chuckles.
I stretch out luxuriously and sigh in contentment. “Better than old times. Much better.”
August kisses down my chest and belly. “Maybe we should wait until our wedding night for the next round.”
“You can’t be serious,” I scoff.
He laughs. “No. Now that I have you again, I don’t think I will be able to keep my hands off you.” He sits up and that long red hair spills down his shoulder. I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight in all my life.
“August,” my voice quivers, “why do you love me?”
He looks a little hurt by the question, but he smiles despite it. “There’s so many things I could say, Mercutio. So many reasons, some small, some big. But what made me fall for you was the fact that you saw me.”
I sit up and he holds my face in his hand. “Is that all?”
“Of course not. But for the first time in my life, I felt as if I mattered. When you looked at me I felt important. You supported me through everything, even when you felt you weren’t enough.”
August wipes away the tears that fall. I hold onto his wrist to keep his hand there. “I was so afraid to love again,” I whimper. “I felt that you couldn’t hurt me, that you wouldn’t be a threat. But you became a threat so fast, a good one, a welcome one. You saw me clear as day and you still wanted to be with me. I will never be able to thank you for that.”
August’s kiss is sweet and loving. I never want to let go of this man, ever.
Our wedding is held off until King Charles is dead. I don’t feel safe getting married until then, so it’s a bit of a wait. By the time we get married, Tybalt is walking, so I have him walk with me down the aisle. The entire event is elaborate - I spare no expense. Lynk provides a reception that I doubt I’ll forget for the rest of my life.
August and I decide to go to the sea for our honeymoon. We want to be alone for a while, and I luckily have an island where we can do just that. The house there is small, but I don’t think we will be doing anything besides making good use of our marital bed and swimming. Lynk provides us with enough wine to last us a long while, so I’m not worried about much else. It’s the first time I’ve felt at peace since before my mother had passed. I hope she knows I’m happy, and I wish more than anything that she could have met August. I know she would have loved him, but August would have adored her too.
“I’m glad you agreed to come here,” August whispers to me. “I want to see you rest for once.” He kisses my shoulder. “Ever since I knew you, I’ve never known you to really relax.”
I roll over so he can kiss and touch my back. His hands stroke down until he reaches my tail, and then he moves up just to tease me. “I’ve never lived my own life as long as you’ve known me. Before Fierna came for me, I thought I was happy. But until I met you I never realized how sad I really was.”
August’s fingers dig into my tail again, and I moan in pleasure. He takes my tail in his hand, stroking it while kissing as much of my skin as he can. “I want to make you happy. That’s why I married you.”
“No, that’s why I married you.” I roll onto my back and smile up at him. “Do you promise to make me pregnant on our honeymoon?” I tease.
“You really have to quit saying that,” he laughs.
I kiss him, pulling him down on top of me. “Fuck me like you’re trying.”
Our cocks rub together and I take them both in my hand, stroking them as August bucks his hips. “Why don’t you try it?” August breathes.
I lick my lips. “Were you talking to Lynk again?”
August strokes his hand down my chest. “He’s a good friend.”
“He’s a bad influence,” I tease. “But you do have that diary we need to fill up.”
August readies himself, and once he does he straddles me on the bed. As he eases himself down I watch as my cock slips inside him.
“This feels weird,” August admits.
“You don’t have to do this.” I knead his thighs and hips.
He lowers himself a little more. “I want to, Mercutio.”
I watch him, aroused beyond belief. The only other person who allowed me to have sex with them like this was Lynk. As August sits on me he has a strange look on his face, uncomfortable yet learning to like it.
“You should have let me top.” I take his cock into my hand and stroke it.
“I want to see you like this,” he pants.
I roll my hips under his lap. “Maybe I wanted to see you.”
He begins to move slowly, raising himself then easing back down. It takes him time to get used to it, and I come to appreciate the view of him above me. I’ve seen him like that before, but never like this. His expression is different, and his body moves in new ways. I stroke and touch him, running my hands over his soft abdomen, his strong thighs, up through the hair on his chest. We take our time, savoring every moment.
When he comes, it splashes on my belly and chest. His breathless expression is almost too much for me. He looks so handsome, so beautiful. I push deeper and harder inside him, pulling his hips until I release inside him.
August lie beside me, gasping slowly as he takes in everything. “How do you do it?” he chuckles.
I let slip a smug smile. “That’s a loaded question, my love.”
He kisses my cheek. “I think you can’t possibly get any better, and then, you blow my mind again.”
I nibble his neck as he cuddles up to me. “Did you enjoy it so much?”
“It was different. I didn’t think I would end up liking it, but you made me feel safe, so I was able to enjoy it.”
I look at him with my heart pounding. “I make you feel safe?”
“Of course.” He brushes my hair out of my face - it’s gotten long again. “Anywhere I am with you, I’m home.”
It takes my breath away. I knew he loved me, knew he felt the same I did. But I never imagined I could give him the same things he gave to me. I kiss him lovingly, embracing him as a breeze blows through the open windows.
I know we have to go back. I’m a king, after all, but if all I had was this tiny island I would be happy here. As long as I have August by my side, I would be happy anywhere.
It’s good to go home though, I have to admit. I missed Tybalt with his cat-ear horns and toothless smile. I would be happy anywhere with August, but I think I would miss my family too much. I need them all, Lena, Lynk, and Valentine. Without them, I would be nothing, just like Fierna said. I may not have a family built on blood, but I have a family that matters to me. It may not seem like much, but it’s worth more to me than anything else I have built.
