The man's blond hair had a silvery hue to it and streamed halfway down his back. Lower still, Jarek's eyes were drawn to the smooth curves of his ass. Taut muscles flexed with each step the man took and rippled beneath the ivory pale skin. Biting at his lip, Jarek stifled the sound threatening to escape him. His wayward thoughts led him in a direction where he could almost feel himself beneath the muscular body as the stranger's cock filled him.

Right after the man stepped into the water and bend down, he suddenly disappeared in a shimmer of light. Blinking in surprise, Jarek nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt a hand curl around the back of his neck. A tight grip lifted Jarek from his crouch, and Jarek whirled to face the man he'd secretly been watching.

An angry, tense expression greeted him. The man's frame, previously relaxed, was now tight with tension. "Who sent you to spy on me?"

"N-n-nobody." Jarek stammered as he tried to scramble back, but he found himself caught by the sharp branches of the bush behind him and the strong grip of the man's hand on him. A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, which he quickly held to Jarek's throat. Staring at him in fright, Jarek couldn't explain he'd been watching him because of obsessive lust. That probably would get him killed.

"I meant no harm. I swear." Swallowing convulsively, Jarek barely managed to get the words out. "I'm Prince Jarek, the son of Queen Sorei. You are on our lands."

"I am here on business," the stranger said, leveling a narrowed glare on Jarek. "Why were you watching me?"

Jarek wondered how to answer that question. Even as he stood there, quaking with fear in his boots, he couldn't help but feel the desire welling up inside him for the man who now held a knife to his throat. His nude, well-developed form held Jarek spellbound and only when the grip on his neck tightened did Jarek realize he had been staring and hadn't answered the question.

"See something interesting?" the man asked him. A tone of distrust echoed in his words and Jarek swallowed hard.

"I... Well--" He trailed off, unsure of what he wanted to say or how to say it. And not lose his head in the process.

A blonde eyebrow lifted and the stranger's grip eased somewhat. "Are you always this eloquent?"

Jarek blinked several times before finding his voice again. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he studied the man's face. "How can I trust you? I don't even know you."

"Can you afford not to?" the stranger asked, pressing the blade to Jarek's throat just a bit harder. "You realize, of course, that what you desire is forbidden."

Jarek nodded slowly, unable to speak.

With a firm grip on his neck, the stranger lowered the knife and pulled Jarek just a little bit closer. "Then why desire it?" he whispered.

He stumbled slightly with the unexpected tug on him. Before Jarek could even think about the wisdom of the words, they escaped him. "How could I not?"

"You are obviously very young, Prince Jarek. Make sure your desires don't get you killed."

His gaze dropped to the blond-haired man's firm lips as Jarek felt the warm breath on his skin. All he could think of was how much he wanted to feel them on his body. Even with the attempted threat to him, the prince's mind and cock wouldn't cooperate on getting him out of trouble. Jarek wanted so badly to close the small distance between them. "I'm trying not to."

Dark green eyes roamed his face as a faint smile curved the man's lips. "You are lucky this time. You'll remain in one piece."

Before Jarek could even think of an answer, a hard kiss silenced him, bruising his lips. Any thought or coherency fled from his mind as Jarek tasted the flavor of wine tinged with star berries. His hands slid around the man's neck, and a strong pair of arms pulled Jarek against the man. The hard length of the stranger's cock pressed tightly against him, sending a trembling through Jarek as he eagerly returned the kiss.

He backed Jarek up against a tree. Dropping the knife, the man's other hand descended to Jarek's pants. Slender, strong fingers curled over the hard ridge of Jarek's cock through his pants, giving it a firm squeeze. The wine-tinged tongue darted over Jarek's, stroking his mouth with a darker hunger as the stranger's other hand continued to hold the back of Jarek's neck in a firm grip.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, rocking his hips forward to grind his bare cock to Jarek's cloth-covered one.

Part 2
He unlaced Jarek's pants quickly. The thin material fell to Jarek's feet, and his hand returned to wrap around Jarek's shaft. A wash of heat stole through Jarek's body, taking his breath away. Before he could fully recover, the man's tongue was back in his mouth, drowning him in a searing kiss as his hand stroked over Jarek's flesh.

Breaking the kiss, the stranger pinned a heated gaze on Jarek as he caught both of their cocks in his hand. He rocked forward, causing their cocks to slide along each other as they remained in the tight grip of his fist. A soft hiss of breath escaped him then.

"What is your name?" Jarek managed to ask. It was a feat in and of itself because talking was next to impossible. Breathing wasn't so easy either. A hard shiver passed through him with the sheer torture of feeling that cock against his own.

"Silver," the blond whispered on his lips. His tongue flicked across Jarek's lips. "My name is Silver."

Jarek knew they would never be disturbed because very few dared to enter this section of the kingdom. Superstition kept many folks away, and Jarek wasn't afraid of being caught or seen. The only thing on his mind was to give into the skillful hand. "At least I will know whose name to scream."

"Aye, that you will, young prince." The words seem to hold a promise and Jarek stared unblinkingly at him. The man was an expert at exquisite arousal. Silver's hand released the back of his neck, and a firm pressure exerted on his shoulder pressed Jarek down to his knees. Instantly the prince knew what was wanted. Jarek gazed at the sight of the cock near his face then lifted his hand, curling his fingers around the base. His tongue darted out, teasingly tasting at the head.

Silver's hand rested on the auburn hair, coiling the strands around his fingers before tightening as his cock slid into the willing mouth. The dart of Jarek's tongue played over him as the thickness slipped further between his lips with the insistent jerk of Silver's hips.

The sound of a hissing moan came from Silver before he whispered, "By the faith of Carnar, what a sweet mouth you have."

Hearing the name of a forbidden god surprised Jarek, but the taste and feel of the cock in his mouth quickly put his thoughts back to the moment. His tongue stroked the underside every time Silver withdrew. The soft sounds coming from Silver turned Jarek's insides into knots, increasing the tension wound tight inside him.

Silver withdrew before Jarek could protest and pulled him to his feet. One hand drifted down Jarek's spine and a single fingertip dipped into the crack of his ass. "I want to bury myself in your body."

"Please," Jarek whispered. He wanted desperately to feel that finger--and much more--inside him. The scent of the wine lingered around Silver and settled into Jarek's brain, adding to the almost overwhelming desire that he already felt. "Please," he repeated.

Silver pulled his hand back up and slid two fingers into his mouth before returning them to Jarek's ass. "I want to hear my name on your lips, prince."

A soft whimper escaped Jarek as those two fingers pushed into him. The whimper quickly turned into a plea as he ground back against them.

He reached for Jarek's wrist and dropped down onto the soft grass, dragging Jarek with him. As they knelt on the grass, Silver pulled Jarek tight against him. The hard press of his lips demanded entry and Jarek give into him.

As Silver bent him further backward, Jarek stretched to lie back on the ground. Silver's body pinned him down, and Jarek's legs quickly. He ended the kiss, staring down at Jarek, and Jarek began drowning in the deep green of the eyes that seem to enslave him.

Jarek felt the demanding probe of Silver's cock, and it made him groan. Silver's hand took hold of Jarek's cock, stroking over it for torturous seconds before Silver entered him. The pressure opened Jarek completely as Silver buried deep inside him. Jarek shuddered beneath him and his hands gripped Silver's shoulders for support. The sensation of being filled sent his mind and body quickly out of control. He bore down tightly against Silver, and the movement drew a heavy moan from Silver.

With no respite, the hard rhythm made Jarek cry out and his body met each the force of Silvers with its own abandon. The dual sensation of Silver's hand and cock coursed through Jarek, building until Jarek's release pulsed like quicksilver through him. His entire body tightened, leaving him riding shock waves of pleasure as come shot from Jarek, slicking Silver's hand and their bodies.

Unrelenting in his almost brutal pace, Silver repeatedly fucked him. He grabbed Jarek's hips and held Jarek pinned against him. Seconds later, a guttural growl escaped him as he came. He leaned forward and captured Jarek's mouth in a hungry kiss. With every pulse of his cock, Silver shuddered.

Jarek's fingers dug into the strong shoulders above him, acutely aware of Silver. Only when he felt Silver relax against him was Jarek able to relax as well. Silver pulled away from their kiss and gave Jarek's swollen lips a quick lick.

"Is that why you were watching me, prince?"

Part 3

Jarek could only nod. He bite at his lower lip as he stared at Silver and saw a slight hint of red within his eyes. He pretended not to notice, but immediately knew that Silver was of dark fae descent. "Yes, it was. But you never did tell me why you're in Andulus."

Silver chuckled and sat up, pulling out of him. He wiped his hand absently on his shirt which lay nearby. After cleaning his hand and stomach, he handed the shirt to Jarek. "Your mother summoned me. But for what, I have no idea. I am merely taking my time getting there."

A cold dismay drenched Jarek. Hastily he sat up, taking the shirt from Silver. "My mother? You're the wizard that she wants to see?"

Once Jarek cleaned himself off, he grabbed for his pants and pulled them on.

"That I am but why, I'm not sure." Shrugging, he eyed Jarek carefully.

If his mother found out about his latest activity, she would send him away for sure. Jarek already skated a fine line with the woman. She'd begun to suspect his sexual preference, and her ceaseless attempts to thrust any given female in his path had become relentless. He had no clue why she'd summoned Silver, but he had a sinking feeling that it had to do with him. In fact, it downright terrified Jarek that he was involved in his mother's reasoning.

Helplessly, Jarek finally forced himself to say, "I'm not sure why she wants you here, Silver. But I know she's been waiting impatiently for your arrival. Your skills are legendary."

"Since I'm on my way to see her now, we'll soon find out, won't we? Are you sure you don't know what this is about?"

"Yeah, I guess we will." Since he'd never been very good at untruths, Jarek swallowed quickly as he tried to hold Silver's gaze.

"I find it odd that a queen would find need for a wizard, even one of my background." The sudden, uneasy wariness creeping into Jarek's eyes told Silver he was hiding something. He dressed quickly and slid his dagger into the sheath hanging from his belt, then slipped his boots on. The prince wasn't telling him everything. But why he was holding back was beyond Silver.

Something about the mage and his own situation with the mother made Jarek increasingly uneasy. For all he knew, he could've just signed his own death warrant. "The palace isn't far from here," he said as nonchalantly as possible. "We should be there within an hour."

Silver drew a dark gray cloak around his shoulders and nodded. "Then let us be on our way. I'm quite interested to find out what use Queen Sorei could possibly have for me."

They started through the woods, heading toward a narrow path. Jarek remained quiet, and the sinking feeling remained, knotting his stomach with each passing moment. He briefly entertained thoughts of running away, but the queen would simply send out scouts for him. He'd never get far.

Each footstep closer made the feeling heavier, and Jarek paid little attention to their passage through the quiet woods. Scared and uncertain of what just transpired, how much the queen might find out, and Silver's exact purpose; it all preyed deeply on his mind. What could he say or do? Jarek already knew the answer was nothing.

Part 4

As they neared the gates, Jarek cast a longing look at the road that passed the palace. A few people were riding away and how he longed to be one of them. Without even noticing, a heavy sigh escaped him.

Hearing the sound, Silver cast him a puzzled look.

Jarek caught the glance, but the best he could attempt was a wan smile and an uncaring shrug. They approached the outer gates, and the guards stood quickly at attention, bowing heads to Jarek before the two passed by.

"My mother will expect to see you right away. I'm pretty sure a runner has already been sent to inform her that I've been seen with you."

Deliberately, he kept his voice low to insure they weren't overheard by any but Jarek. "Are you regretting our interlude in the words, young prince?"

In an instant, the heavy mood faded from Jarek as his gaze sought Silver's. He whispered to him, "No."

A slow smile crept across Silver's lips before it disappeared as they neared the massive carved doors of the throne room. He stopped for a moment before they reached them. A firm grip on Jarek's shoulder stopped him as well. Silver gave him a carefully measuring look before speaking.

"There is something that weighs heavily on your mind," he said quietly. "And I have the distinct feeling that it involves why I am here."

Jarek opened his mouth to answer, but one of the queen’s advisors came up to them. The elderly, bald man bowed, addressing Silver, "Queen Sorei is waiting for you, Wizard Jera."

Nodding to him, Jarek smiled slightly. "Thank you, Justus."

The prince started for the doors and Silver had no choice but to follow him. The guards opened the doors and Jarek stepped to the side. Silver gave him another quizzical look.

"Are you not coming along?"

Something in Jarek sought reassurance that he wouldn't be betrayed. Yet the hope died before a word could be uttered. A knot formed and tightened in his throat as he stared at Silver. The longing the prince felt was clear to the wizard as was Jarek's fear. Carefully Jarek schooled his features into what passed as a princely air of arrogance. "She wishes to meet with you in private."

He bowed quickly before disappearing down the hallway to the left of a massive staircase.

Silver watched him walk away and simply shook his head. Whatever the queen wanted with him, Silver was almost certain it had something to do with the young prince. But what? He entered the throne room and found it near empty, save for a few people near the queen.

The richly carved woods, brilliant clear crystal and white marble gleamed in the sunlight streaming into the room. Seated upon the magnificent carved throne was Queen Sorei herself, her true age hidden behind magical artifice. Upon seeing Silver, she waved the servants around her away. Silver started down the middle of the room, forcing the glamour of his people to remain strong.

The queen seemed genuinely delighted to see him, and she gestured to the chairs in front of the dais. "Please make yourself comfortable, Silver. It is a great pleasure to have you here."

"Why have you called me, Your Majesty?"

"It matter is a matter of great personal importance to me, and something that can never be spoken of except between us."

Nodding slightly, Silver said, "Of course, I understand your need for privacy."

"It involves my youngest son, Prince Jarek. As little as I like to speak of it, his personal habits have begun to disturb me. I barely dare utter why." A look of distasteful contempt crossed her beautiful features as she drew a deep breath.

"I would need you to explain the precise problem, Queen Sorei. Otherwise my aid will be of little use to you. And I'm not sure it will be anyway." A deep dismay darkened over his heart, placed there by his sudden understanding of what the queen might want from him.

"I need you to concoct a potion for me. One that will insure my son's attention is turned to a young woman. Should things continue as they are, I will be forced to have the little deu'at beheaded." The words were brutally harsh, and Silver could see from her cold, ruthless expression that she had every intention of seeing them carried out if everything failed her.

The disquiet settled deeper within Silver, although he kept its effects completely hidden behind a neutral, diplomatic mask. "I can do it," he said with a nod. "However, the ingredients are not easy to come by, Your Majesty."

"I had prayed you would be able to help me. This is wonderful news. As for the ingredients, I will aid you however I can. My kingdom's throne depends on my youngest son marrying and bearing children. His older brother is ill and will not live to rule. Andrei's useless wife has yet to conceive, and there is little likelihood of it now. Therefore, it will be solely in Jarek's hands when I am gone."

She clapped her hands twice and a young, stern-faced servant came out of a door at the side of the dais. "Markis, please show Silver to the rooms that have been prepared for him."

He bowed low to her, murmuring, "Yes, Your Majesty," then turned to Silver. "This way, sir."

Silver stood and bowed to the queen. "I will begin my research and the gathering of the ingredients immediately, Your Majesty. I thank you for your hospitality."

The queen nodded graciously to him before Silver turned to follow the servant out of the throne room. They walked in silence down a series of dark corridors until they came to a stop in front of one of many wooden doors in a long hallway.

"These are your chambers, sir."

Silver smiled and nodded before opening the door. Despite the warmth of the room from the fire already burning in the hearth, he felt a chill settle in his heart. He had only been with the prince once, but something within him wanted more. How could he handle this one, and keep the prince in one piece?

Now he understood Jarek's behavior while they traveled through the woods. Silver realized that the prince had had an idea of what his mother was up to it. He couldn't blame the young man for either his mood or fear. Silver realized Jarek would still be scared and alone wherever he was, and the urge to find him carried Silver back to the door. With his hand on the door, he paused as he heard the soft knock against the wood.