[FINISHED]One of the best known original m/m romances in Russia, loved by many. It won the Russian Wattys 2015 Award, now it's available in English too.
Alva Ahayrre is a Creedan nobleman and a courtier, a beautiful and frivolous redhead...
An hour later, Kintaro had become one of the guards at the Small Palace, and took up his duties the next day. When the Commander came out to see the new guards spar, he could not help gawking. Never before had he seen what an Essanti could do with a shield and a longsword.
"Hey, you are a one-man circus, you know that?" The bearded Northerner took a liking to Kintaro from the start. The fellow, named Sigmar, came from Belg, an island on the FalkhidSea, west of Creede. He swore by Llyd, guzzled wine like there was no tomorrow, and combined remarkable strength with a sweetness of disposition. He was the only guard who surpassed Kintaro in height and shoulder width.
But Kintaro was none too pleased with himself. A shield and a longsword were good in the open, but not nearly as useful within closed walls or in the narrow streets. He absolutely had to get another sword, a shorter one. Besides, the Essanti felt he was out of practice in a swordfight, or any fight at all, to be honest. Joining the guards had been the right decision. He had gotten far too lazy during the fat months on the Tamani estate. Not that he got to leave the bed much, by the end. Grown tipsy on wine, Alva's friend would grow more wanton than a bitch in heat. Not that he wouldn't blush and act all coy at a joke or a slap on the ass the next day. He was the first dark-skinned Arislani Kintaro had ever fucked, and Kintaro sincerely hoped he would not be the last. Recently, he had begun to find Arislani men wildly exciting, especially if they were handsome, young and dashing.
Once his battle skills were tested in every possible way, Kintaro was placed in the Prince's personal guard. The Prince's Head Tutor informed Kintaro of the appointment, and then launched into a lengthy lecture filled with ummms and pregnant pauses.
"The Khaliddin is young and rash," mumbled the old man. "He is inclined to act thoughtlessly. Perhaps the attitude he displays towards his bodyguards might strike you as overly informal... But it is incumbent upon you, young man, to respect our cultural traditions, no matter what your own ways and predilections might be... As far as your charge is concerned, you ought to remain within the boundaries of decency and discourage any undue familiarity... "
Kintaro laughed to himself, as he nodded sagely. He barely suppressed the urge to ask in all innocence, "What, so we won't get to screwing at all?"
On the other hand, after hanging around other guards for some time, Kintaro was no longer quite so certain that bedding the Khaliddin was imminent. Sigmar was especially eloquent on the subject, when he and Kintaro went to the tavern to celebrate Kintaro's appointment.
"I used to be in his personal guard myself," the Tharn told him, waving a greasy calf leg. "Half a year, all I could take. More than the flesh and blood could stand. What this little bastard pulled... all you could do was run out into the courtyard and jerk off. By Llyd, I was never into boys, but to see him wiggle his shoulders this way, and flutter his eyelashes that way... man, it sets your head on fire. And that little slut knows full well what he's doing to grown men. Some, he'd drive up the wall special. There had been one here before me. A Creedan thug. A brilliant swordsman, and all that. I never met him, others told me. Nobody knows what went on between those two, but the Prince would wriggle his ass at the poor guy, like few whores can. Everybody saw. So the Creedan could no longer stand it, and got frisky with the Prince in a dark corner. So then comes on hell of a shitstorm, and he is out of the country within a day. Did not even get his last month's pay. The Prince, him too, was under lock and key for a month or two. And I once saw a masseur getting flogged. Know why? He..." Sigmar gestured.
"The boy is ripe for plucking, I guess," grinned Kintaro.
"Get over it, nomad, see. A prick teaser, that one, but he won't be handing it over any time soon. He'd be so had in our village and get that itch of his scratched, but here... not here. Just have to suck it up and deal. Me, I couldn't deal. When I began dreaming about his ass, I went to the Commander. Said, "get me the hell out of here."
"So what, he did nothing to make you stay?"
"Not like he looked my way much," Sigmar sighed a little.
So that one still carries the torch, Kintaro thought, and not just him, looks like, but half the palace guard too. Not bad for a boy.
Khaliddin Kismet, fanart by Anna Valerius
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