Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  Eirik grabbed his discarded cloak and spread it out beside the pool. It wasn't quite thick enough to disguise the hard, lumpy ground underneath, but it did shield them from the cold as they tumbled down onto it. For a moment, they clung to one another and traded furious kisses, half wrestling, half worshipping. Then Eirik flipped Kaer onto his back and pinned him down with ease. He straddled him and captured his wrists above his head with one hand, wrapping the other in Kaer's damp hair.

  "Stay," he said huskily.

  Kaer obeyed, lying still as Eirik slowly released his grips, his breath shallow in anticipation.

  Eirik started at his lips and traced a trail of probing, open mouthed kisses down Kaer's neck and chest. He kissed each nipple lightly, grinning when a soft cry emerged from Kaer. Then he continued, dropping light, teasing kisses down to Kaer's navel. He dove his tongue playfully into that indent, holding tight to Kaer's narrow hips as the boy tried to buck with laughter. The tip of Kaer's cock brushed against Eirik's chin as he continued downwards, but he stopped when he reached the thatch of startling black hair on Kaer's pubic bone. Kaer murmured in protest as Eirik drew back, but subsided as Eirik pushed his legs open wide.

  Eirik grasped one leg and lifted it, pressing his lips into the sole of Kaer's foot. That earned him another rakish giggle, and he aimed a swat at Kaer's groin, which only made the boy laugh harder.

  "Serious enough for both of us," Kaer taunted, pale eyes glittering. Eirik elected to ignore that, and focused on pressing his lips into Kaer's ankle, then his calf, the inside of his knee, the back of his thigh. Kaer lost his mockery and took slow, shuddering breaths. Eirik swallowed, fighting with the urge to hook the leg over his shoulder and plunge into the tight pucker waiting exposed beneath Kaer's balls.

  Not yet.

  Instead, he eased the leg down and out, so that Kaer lay spread eagle before him. So slender and pale, the boy looked suddenly very vulnerable to Eirik. Except for his cock, which stood, strong and tall, on full display.

  Eirik had never sucked another man before, but he reckoned he knew well enough what would please his ljuflingur. He nestled himself into a comfortable kneeling position and placed his hands on Kaer's pelvis, to either side of his straining cock. Then he leaned forward and opened his mouth wide, letting his hot breath tease Kaer's erection.

  Kaer surprised him by lifting his hips off the cloaked ground and thrusting his cock into Eirik's waiting mouth. Eirik fit his mouth instinctively around the hard pole, and forced Kaer's hips back down with his hands. He held the boy's trembling body down and proceeded to fuck his cock with his mouth, absurdly elated at the frantic moans this elicited from Kaer.

  He wasn't sure how to make the whole length fit inside, and when the secret didn't become immediately obvious after a few tries, he compensated by using one hand to pump at the base, while his mouth stroked the upper portion. What he lacked in depth, he made up for in tempo and enthusiasm. He bobbed fervently, as if it were a race. Kaer wrapped his legs around the back of Eirik's head and whimpered. He tasted of sex and copper and something indescribably warm and tender, like the scent of a baby's head. When Eirik cupped his balls with his free hand, massaging them in time with his sucking and pumping, the whimpers became cries. Released from the weight of Eirik's restraining hands, Kaer began to pump again, plunging over and over into Eirik's mouth even as he kept Eirik's head trapped between his legs.

  Eirik felt himself lose all control of the situation. He released Kaer's balls and base to prop himself up on his hands as Kaer's legs tightened, forcing Eirik's head in closer to his thrusting groin. Eirik just focused on breathing. He found he could do this through his nose, and his nostrils flooded with the smell of musk and rowan trees. In the next instant he realized that Kaer had pressed his cock in deep enough that it now tickled the back of his throat. Every nerve in Eirik's body pulsed, shooting that realization straight into his ballsac with a jubilant throb. Struggling to maintain his balance against the onslaught of Kaer's cock, Eirik groped for his own cock and began to tug urgently at it.

  Kaer moaned his name. He unclamped his legs from their death grip on Eirik's head and pulled Eirik roughly off his cock by the hair. The sudden pain read as pleasure, and Eirik shivered as he met Kaer's violent, lust-filled eyes. The boy kept his fist clenched in Eirik's hair as he raised himself off his back, then dragged Eirik up so that they sat facing each other. Kaer brought their foreheads together and released Eirik's hair to gently cup the back of his head. Eirik mirrored the gesture.

  Closing his eyes, he relished the feel of Kaer's sweaty forehead against his own, the silkiness of the hair beneath his palm, the stuttering exhalations blowing across his face.

  "Please," Kaer murmured.

  Eirik pressed their heads closer together. "Anything," he rasped.

  "I need—" Kaer's voice broke. "I want you inside of me."

  Eirik felt lightheaded. The raw need emanating from both their bodies was overwhelming, but his desire was shaded by concern for the boy. "You're still weak," he said, putting all his effort into keeping his tone neutral. "Fuck, Kaer, an hour ago you were more dead than alive." He exhaled hard. "I don't think," he added doubtfully, feeling blood creep into his cheeks, "I don't think I can be gentle."

  Kaer tilted his head and planted a grazing, tender kiss on Eirik's lower lip. "Gentle," whispered Kaer, "would kill me."

  Eirik let those words stretch between them. He didn't move for a long moment, though his racing heart slowed not at all. Finally, he cracked his eyes open.

  "Well." His voice sounded strangely deep to his own ears. "On your stomach."

  Kaer pressed a final chaste kiss against Eirik's lips and then stretched out on the cloak, naked as the day—well, likely as the day he sprang from a peat bog, or however it was that huldufolk were born. The image of those sinuous legs, the slight swell of buttocks, that straight, pale back brushed by tendrils of charcoal hair, was so beautiful that Eirik almost didn't want to disturb it.

  Now that might have been the stupidest thought he'd ever had. In one fluid motion, Eirik pulled Kaer's hips up, spread his cheeks, and spat on the crack between them.

  Burying his face in Kaer's ass, he plied the boy's anus with his tongue. Kaer whined softly as Eirik dug into the ring of tight muscle. Kneading the supple flesh under his hands, Eirik licked the slipperiness of his saliva all around Kaer's opening. For a moment, he savored Kaer's moans, but his own cock was a heavy distraction. He wanted to wrap it in the heat and pleasure of Kaer's body, and he wanted to now.

  He rose up onto his knees and nudged Kaer's legs wider apart. Grasping his warm erection with one hand, he swept the head up and down Kaer's moistened crack, from his balls to his tailbone. He spat onto his hand and coated his cock with two quick strokes. Then he positioned it before the waiting, tightly clenched hole. He could feel his heartbeat in the blood throbbing through his cock, which was hard as diamond. Pre-ejaculate glistened at the tip.

  Kaer began to beg. "Please," he whimpered. "Eirik, please."

  Very slowly, Eirik pushed himself inside of Kaer. Kaer gasped loudly as the head breached his sphincter, and Eirik grunted with the strain of pausing. He braced himself with a hand on Kaer's lower back and forced himself in halfway before managing to pause again. He drew back just a bit and then finally, with painstaking care, buried his cock to the hilt. A low cry burst from Kaer, mingling with Eirik's loud moan.

  Eirik bent forward and wrapped himself around Kaer. Their flush bodies fit together perfectly. Eirik rested his chin on Kaer's shoulder and turned the boy's head towards his. Kaer's face would have been breathtaking on a lifeless statue, but it was made for celebrating sensation. Locked together, they shared newly intimate kisses, while Eirik rocked his hips just enough to stay hard.

  An echo from the early morning brawl with the demon children drifted into Eirik's mind; mine, he had roared as he slaughtered the little boy. That was what he felt, now, with his arms wrapped tight around Kaer's limber body, his tongue down h
is throat, and his cock buried up his ass. Mine.

  It was Kaer who broke the kiss, but it was Eirik who spoke. "I'm going to fuck you," he said matter-of-factly. "Hard."

  Kaer nodded wordlessly, his pale eyes wide.

  Eirik unwrapped himself and straightened, taking firm hold of Kaer's waist. He slid in and out a few times at a leisurely pace, then began to thrust deliberatively. He penetrated Kaer with quick, sharp drives. The boy arched his spine and lowered his torso to the ground, giving himself wholly over into Eirik's control. Eirik dug his fingers into Kaer's waist and shoved roughly into him, seeking to force himself deeper with each powerful stroke. His own growls were quickly drowned out by Kaer's panting yelps.

  Deep within his loins, he felt the beginnings of an eruption coil. He steadied the pace of his brutal thrusts, not wanting to end it too soon. He sliced along the edge of his frenzy, pleasurable waves pulsing through his balls in time with the furious strokes of his cock. Prolonging pleasure was like a navigating a cliff on horseback. If you knew the path and your own limitations well enough, you could thunder along at a breakneck gallop without plunging over the edge. It was the same exhilarating thrill as in battle, where one false step meant death.

  Kaer was crying his name now, though, which made it damn hard not to think he could fly. Eirik reached forward and grabbed a fistful of silky black hair, jerking Kaer's head back. With his free hand, he delivered a series of resounding thwacks against each of the tender white cheeks hugging his cock. His slaps left red-tinged handprints, but Kaer was wantonly gasping for more. Eirik threw control to the winds and galloped off the cliff, letting his hips buck as fast as they could. The fall was ecstasy.

  Kaer twisted, suddenly, reaching back to place a shaking hand on Eirik's chest. "Wait," he commanded. "I want to see your face."

  Eirik nodded shortly. He pulled out, flipped Kaer onto his back and eased his bent, spread legs back towards his chest. He slid his cock back into Kaer's gripping warmth, holding Kaer in place by his upper shins. Kaer's cock swayed in the air above his tight scrotum. Trapped, folded, and penetrated, Kaer gazed up at him with bleary silver eyes, ebony hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. His lips curved into the sweetest smile Eirik had ever seen.

  The ground rushed up. Eirik leaned closer over Kaer and pumped desperately, feverishly, snarling with the effort. The coiled tension spread to his lower stomach and heat shot to the soles of his feet. Kaer dug his nails into Eirik's shoulders. In the same instant, something splattered across Eirik's stomach and the muscles enfolding his cock clinched.

  Eirik dove in as deep as he could as the spasms of Kaer's orgasm milked his cock. Exploding in rapid thrusts, he erupted far inside Kaer's bowels. Kaer gaped up at him, his face frozen in a helpless blend of exertion, bewilderment, and rapture. More wetness sprayed against Eirik's belly. He tried to keep his eyes locked with Kaer's, but the intensity of his climax took over and he felt his face contort involuntarily; his eyes squeezed shut of their own accord, and his lips drew back from his teeth in a gaping, twisted rictus.

  The release was pure, complete clarity. He fed Kaer his soul, at once claiming and yielding more than he ever had. When the last jet of semen had spurted from his cock, he managed to open his eyes, and found that Kaer had tears on his cheeks.

  He kissed each tear softly, tasting their clear saltiness. Then he pulled out of Kaer, drew him close, and tugged the cloak over them so that they lay enfolded in its heaviness, their limbs tangled together.

  "Oh my fucking God." The blasphemy tumbled from Eirik's lips, indicating his brain had not quite caught up yet.

  Kaer leaned back in his arms, a puzzled frown creasing his brow. "Are we glowing?" he asked dazedly.

  Eirik gave him a tired grin. "Only you, my ljuflingur. For a moment there, I thought I was blinded." Something occurred to him. "What did you see in my face?"

  Kaer kissed the underside of his chin. "Me," he whispered.

  As Eirik hugged him, the familiar, satiated weariness of repletion gathered quickly, and darkness clouded over his consciousness.

  He awoke sometime later to find Kaer curled in his embrace and sleeping peacefully. The sun was not yet overhead; it shone through cracks in the clouds above the eastern horizon, spreading broad beams of light. Steam wafted lazily up from the hot spring, pierced by drifting crystals. It had started to snow.

  Eirik shook Kaer gently awake. The pale eyes were still a shock, lovely and fey. The boy scowled dreamily up at him.

  "It's snowing again," Eirik murmured. "We should clean off and dress before our clothes soak through. The air is mild yet."

  Kaer stiffened. "And then?" he asked warily.

  "Then I chain you with my dirty human magic to the pool, to stay here as my slave for all eternity."

  The boy grimaced, but Eirik didn't miss the sudden brightness that glimmered deep in his eyes. He chuckled, then realized that Kaer's stiffness hadn't entirely vanished.

  "Don't worry," he said solemnly. "Then I will take you to my home. I'll protect you, Kaer. You're mine."

  "I told you," Kaer said unhappily, "that isn't safe. It will only bring the monsters to your hearth."

  Eirik thought of his uncle's dreams for him, of his father's pious devotions, of the men he lead and fought beside. He thought of his mother and his sisters and little Brunhildi, his fair-haired toddler of a niece.

  He thought of Kaer's wide-eyed look of amazement as he came all over Eirik's stomach.

  "Then," he said calmly, "we will only stop briefly at home to—to make plans. To set my affairs in order, so that we can leave together."

  Kaer looked doubtful, but the tension drained from his limbs. "Where would we go?"

  "Wherever you like," Eirik told him blithely. "We can discuss it while we walk."

  "What will you tell your family?"

  "We'll figure that out on the walk, too." He tossed the cloak open, exposing their bodies to the light snow. Kaer shivered. "Go on," Eirik directed. "Into the pool."

  Kaer crept into the hot water without another protest. Eirik hurriedly folded his cloak and piled it and the rest of their clothes against the low rock wall, to shield them from the worst of the snow. Then he slipped into the pool and gave his body a good quick scouring.

  Finally, he drew Kaer onto his lap. Snow had collected on his ebony hair like a crown, matching his eyes in sparkling radiance. Around them, the snowflakes fell in silence.

  "Are you all right?" Eirik asked quietly. He suddenly dreaded the answer, but his concern for Kaer was too strong to put off the question. He didn't just mean soreness. In the last day, the boy had very nearly been murdered and frozen to death. He had awakened from that nightmare to find himself with a stranger, who had first undressed him and then—pleasured him? Brutally violated him? Unease blossomed in Eirik's gut, and guilt swelled his throat closed.

  Kaer slanted a shy smile up at him. "All the important parts still seem to work." His cheeks pinkened delightfully.

  Eirik snorted as relief washed through him. "Glad I could test them out for you," he muttered, and pushed the boy up against the pool wall, leaning in to kiss him hard on the mouth, ignoring the icy pinpricks scattering across his exposed back. Kaer returned the kiss earnestly, swirling his tongue around Eirik's and scraping clawed fingers through his hair.

  That was how Alfdis found them.

  "Eirik?" Her clear, shrill exclamation cut through the moment. "Are you—is that a man?"

  Eirik jerked his head up to find his little sister standing a few spans from the edge of the pool, cloaked and hooded, disbelief making rings of her eyes and mouth.

  He gaped back at her over Kaer's head, until the impudent girl erupted into gales of laughter.

  Blood rushed to his cheeks. "Don't stare," he growled at her, fighting a foolish grin. "I'm glad to see Halkell kept his word, and you are okay."

  Alfdis grinned back at him. "Oh, I'm okay. Not nearly as good as you, from the sight of it." She came closer. When she saw whom he had bee
n kissing, her smile faded.

  "Eirik," she said in a strangled voice. "Why do you have the Prince?"

  Eirik started as her words sank in. He gawked wordlessly at her, then swallowed and pulled away to stare at Kaer.

  Kaer gazed back at him, his features still and guarded.

  "What," Eirik finally broke the silence, "did you say your real name was?"

  Still, no trace of an expression touched the young man's face. "Kaer is short for Egilikaer, my mother's name." Kaer's tone was dispassionate. He paused, then recited faintly, "my full name is Prince Iorund Aesbiornsson and Egilikaersson of the Styrsson Line, Champion of Vatnajokull and—and Heir to the Hidden Throne."

  "I did not think," Alfdis breathed, "someone could look so much like a painting."

  "And who are you?" Kaer asked, his voice chilly and distant.

  Alfdis drew herself up. "I am Alfdis Halkellsdottir and Sigridursdottir, half hidden and loyal to the Vebjornsson Line." Her slender face trembled with outrage as she sank to her knees in the snow. "Your Highness," she spat, "unhand my brother."

  "That's enough, Alfdis," Eirik warned. He staked his territory without a second thought. "The prince is mine."

  Alfdis drew back in surprise. Eirik had never cowed her the way he could cow his men, but she seemed to hear something different in his tone this time. Her brow drew together. "Eirik," she said, her voice suddenly much smaller, "I don't understand."

  Eirik's heart flipped to see her confused and vulnerable, still kneeling on the ground before them. He was far more concerned, though, about Kaer's icy lack of emotion since Alfdis had named him prince. He turned to the boy, willing him to feel the strength of his support and affection.

  "Rise, Halkellsdottir," Kaer said softly. He glanced sideways at Eirik, but addressed Alfdis. "I mean your brother no harm."

  Alfdis scrambled to her feet and looked down at him uncertainly. "Where have you been?" she whispered finally. "They killed your sister."

  Kaer turned his head, but not before Eirik saw the grief that cut his face open. "The verdict was written," the boy said hoarsely. "She was a traitor. There was nothing I could do. She—" his voice broke. "She should have been Queen."