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It was common knowledge that everyone looked forward to getting off guard duty. Dreadfully boring most of the time, and you didn’t want to be the one who had to deal with the occasional instance that it wasn’t one of those times.
Teft envied that feeling. For him, the gnawing dread of getting off duty was the scariest part of his day. Right up there with going to sleep and hoping he’d wake up as a better man.
His legs kept trying to take him to where his cravings were lying in wait for him, like a pack of hungry axehounds and he was their dinner. He fought, Kelek’s breath he fought. But even the strongest leather strap would tear when stretched apart this hard. If he had no other tasks after duty, it was only a matter of time until the doors of the firemoss den swallowed him whole.
Yet every now and then, he stumbled into something that occupied his time. Or rather, someone.
“Keep walking, soldier.” Dalinar Kholin strode next to him with his hands behind his back, looking dead ahead. “It’s Teft, isn’t it?”
“Aye,” Teft replied, keeping his sigh for his ears only. “I was hoping to get some chouta while it’s still fresh. I take it that might not happen now.”
“Correct. Follow me.”
Dalinar led him past a group of male ardents discussing their preferred beard oils and away from the market area, veering dangerously close to the tavern district. Near the gambling and wrestling dens, where the moss was aplenty. Dalinar peered down an alleyway just outside the semi-busy streets. “Please, this way,” he gestured with a nod.
Teft raised a brow and gave the alley a good once-over before stepping in. The slight fidget in Dalinar’s crossed arms didn’t slip past him unnoticed as Dalinar trailed him closer than he had any business being. They walked until they reached roughly the midway point, stepping past broken boxes, barrels and bottles. Teft tracked over someone’s makeshift bed, leaving a dirty footprint on the tattered blanket. The ground was anything but clean, with recent rain leaving shallow, cloudy puddles and plenty of mud to stick to your boots.
“This is far enough,” Dalinar said.
Teft turned to face him. The alley was only wide enough to give their chests a few hand’s worth of space between them. Dalinar’s face was harder to see down here, shrouded in the shadows of the sparse remains of daylight directly overhead. Bringing out spheres for light in this type of place was only asking to get robbed blind. Thankfully, they were alone save for the passerby in the streets.
“I don’t suppose you brought me here for– omph! ” He’d let his guard down too far and couldn’t react in time to stop Dalinar from shoving him against the wall. The dual iron grip on his arms spun him around, pressing his face cheek first against the soulcasted stone walls. “Storm it, what did I do?”
Warm breath kissed his ears, Dalinar pressing up against him. Once again closer than he should. “You know what you did,” he growled. “Don’t bother pretending to be innocent. Not with me, Teft. ”
Naturally, rumors of the Blackthorn were as common as dun spheres before a highstorm. But people said he acted differently now. More reserved, less aggressive without the drink in him. So what in Damnation…? Oh, storms. This was it, wasn’t it?
“Take this off. Before I tear it off you,” he spat in Teft’s ear, tugging at his jacket with strong thighs pressed against him hard enough to trap him between body and stone. Teft heard a zipper rustle behind him and tested a backwards jab with his elbow. Dalinar caught it and effortlessly bent it into an L shape behind his back. A stretching ache shot up his arm. “Wrong move. But I like seeing the fight in you.”
“Heh,” Teft grunted, spitting a bit of what he hoped was just wall crem off his upper lip. “If I’ve insulted you, here’s my apology.” He loosened his jacket with his free arm, feeling Dalinar strip it off him for seemingly taking too long. “Whatever my punishment is, I accept it. Just don’t let the others know.”
He watched from over his shoulder as Dalinar deposited the jacket onto the splintered frame of a wooden box. “Pants down,” came the next order.
Teft groaned and unfastened his belt, his breeches barely around his upper thighs as he heard a hitched breath from behind. He could only imagine what that would feel like, his loins stirring at the thought. “At least tell me what I’ve done before you take me. I deserve that much.”
“You truly believe you deserve that?” Teft’s unders stretched tight around his cock and balls, yanked from the back like a slingshot before they were tugged just low enough to expose his arsehole. “After you violated a woman’s safehand and forced her to pleasure you with it?”
“ What!? Now wait here, Brightlord–!”
“No!” Dalinar snarled, shoving Teft back into the wall with his cheek hitting the stone hard enough to bruise. His eye darted back and low, catching a glimpse of the way Dalinar grasped himself in the shadows. “You don’t have any further say in this,” he said, thrusting his cock against Teft’s hand until he reluctantly curled his fingers around it. “Is this what you did with her? With my– with Brightness Navani!? ”
“Storms, no! I ain’t got a death wish, if you’ll just hear me out,” Teft blurted, pouring a hefty dose of desperation into his voice as thick as Dalinar’s shaft in his fist. There’s people nearby! All it would take is one stray pair of eyes or a wandering drunk and…surely Dalinar wasn’t that reckless! If he was caught doing this , then surely– “I– mmph! ”
His words vanished into the thick meat of Dalinar’s hand as it clasped around his mouth, one arm hooked under Teft’s right while the other pinned Teft’s left against the alley wall. Positioning him to be taken, the hot drip of Dalinar’s arousal salivating onto his opening. “Any last words before I remind you of your place? These lowly actions may have been passable as a bridgeman, but I do not tolerate the defilement of one of my own.”
Teft felt himself getting worked up. How dare he be accused of such a perverse act? He sniggered until Dalinar removed his hand, taking in a lungful of the cramped, musky air. “How did you figure me out? She said it was our little secret.”
“A man’s spilled seed leaves behind an undeniable scent, wouldn’t you agree? As a soldier, you should know that.” Dalinar spat, the blunt, broad and slick tip of his need nestling itself between Teft’s cheeks. “Besides, you would’ve done well not to use my chair.”
“Hah!” Teft barked, spicing his laugh with a maniacal twist as he eyed Dalinar over his shoulder. “I’ll have to remember that one for next time. When I finally get between that gorgeous woman’s bare legs like she was practically beggin’ me to.”
Dalinar entered him in one swift, brutal thrust. His growling anger deafened Teft’s grunts as the subsequent thrusts speared and stretched his hole until the heavy heat of the man’s balls signaled that there was no more to take in. That didn’t stop him from wrapping his hand around Teft’s throat, his arm around Teft’s middle, pinning him where he stood and rutting into him like an animal in heat.
Pain finally turned to pleasure. Teft’s cock stiffened as he shook off the rust from muscles he hadn’t used in some time. And now that he’d taken Dalinar in, he took the rest in with it. The dark, dirty alley he was getting fucked in, the restriction from the coil of the other man’s arms. The squeeze around his throat, making him work for each breath. Not to mention the constant voices of the people in the street echoing down the cramped, narrow space. What if they heard? What if they saw?
This was it. The thrill that destroyed the desires he sought to bury. Something even the euphoria from the moss couldn’t compare to. He almost wanted someone to catch him with his back curved and a cock deep in his ass. The thought lifted his lips into a smirk as his bruised cheek met cool stone once more.
“Are you–you’re enjoying this!? ” Dalinar hissed, pressing him against the wall with a harsh buck of his hips. Their boots scraped the dirty ground, Teft’s cock curving up between his belly and the grimy stone. “You’re one mistake away from a prison cell.”
“Fine by me,” Teft grunted, feeling the glorious slide of Dalinar’s shaft nearly lift him off his feet. “Lots of things she and I can still do between those bars.”
This time his feet did leave the ground for a moment, Teft’s entire body heaved to the side by thick, mammoth arms. Dalinar forced him down, muddy water from an inch-deep puddle soaking through at the knees as he grasped in the dark for something to hold onto. A dented metal bucket would have to make do. He felt fingers spread him wide, spit dripping into his exposed opening as Dalinar mounted and buried himself back in like he’d never left.
“She’s mine ,” Dalinar snarled, hunching over to embrace him once again ensuring Teft couldn’t move. His heavy thrusts said the opposite, Teft’s knees scraping enough to tear at the fabric of his pants. More than once, his head nearly smacked the rim of the dingy bucket he clinged to. Dalinar hooked an arm around his neck, tight to the point Teft had to breathe in through his nose as he felt his pulse thrum into the man’s inner elbow.
“Is this how you take her?” Teft said, his voice raspy and strained. He’d never been taken like this before. No limits, nothing held back as he felt his prostate get hit over and over. Dark spots clouded his vision as he felt his face grow hot, the decision to give a signal of his defeat or to let himself pass out while getting fucked a surprisingly tough choice to make.
“Silence! Storming fool!” Dalinar’s composure was slipping, groans spilling into the alley freely now. Teft chose to keep taking it as long as he could hold on, relying on his arousal to keep him alert. It would take more for him to get off with the waistband of his unders providing little friction to the underside of his stiff cock.
Teft had another jest half-cooked in his throat before swallowing it, his eyes fixing on the dim outline of a person creeping right towards them. His shout of warning couldn’t escape; Dalinar’s hold was too tight around his neck.
“That’s my spot,” the person said, “and you stepped on my blanket. Get out.”
Dalinar stilled inside him with only his fat head breaching Teft’s hole, apparently ready to pull out if needed. The man stood far enough away to keep them shrouded in the shadows, but it would still strike disaster if he saw their faces. In a blur of movement, Dalinar rocked them forward, knocking the bucket aside as Teft’s brow kissed the damp, dirty ground.
“Back off,” he growled at the intruder, twisting his voice to where Teft wouldn’t have even recognized him. “We’re busy.” Teft felt his cock twitch as Dalinar shoved his face into Teft’s neck and started moving again. Slow, forceful thrusts to prove his words. Teft got the idea and moaned aloud, a rush of excitement buzzing inside him.
“I can see that. I don’t mind watching…or joining…”
“He’s mine! ”
Teft watched the bucket fly at the man, barely missing his head as it struck the wall and clanged to the ground a few feet away.
“Find. Another. Alley,” Dalinar threatened, sending the man scrambling away in a hurry. Dalinar’s growls were now for Teft’s ears only as he resumed his broken, sloppy pace. Like Teft, getting caught had only excited him more. It only took a few rigid plunges for Dalinar to unleash a stifled roar into his back, flooding Teft with his cum. Giving him his ‘punishment’ as he so deserved.
Dalinar’s hold loosened enough to give Teft the freedom to reach between his legs. He gave his cock a few tugs, unsure if he was worked up enough to cum until Dalinar pulled out and replaced his cock with a thick finger. Teft watched, upside down and between his legs, and felt Dalinar scoop out a dab of his load and smear it in a circle over his well-fucked hole. The sight of it dripping off sent Teft over the edge, spilling out onto the ground in several messy spurts.
“Phew,” Teft huffed, wiping his brow with the clean side of his arm. “Damnation, sir. And I mean that. You waited long enough for me to forget we were planning to do something like this. Made it even better.”
A hum of agreement rumbled from Dalinar as he got to his feet and tucked himself away. “Was I too rough?”
“No, no I uh, I like it a little rough.” Teft searched around for his jacket and slipped his arms through, looking down at his torn up and splotched knees. “My uniform, on the other hand…”
Dalinar frowned, fastening his buttons. “I’ll reimburse you for the repairs. And forgive me for the bruise on your face. I hope it’s not too painful.”
“Nah,” Teft grinned, rubbing his chin. “It’s the good kind of hurt, if you ask me. And that bit about me dirtying up your chair with Lady Navani,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Storms, that was quite a visual.”
“You played along nicely,” Dalinar agreed. “I’d like to think she would approve of being the bounty of our battle.”
“Aye. Amused at our stupidity, if nothing else. And just so we’re clear, I would never–”
“I know, Teft.”
“Good,” Teft nodded, clearing his throat. Never, unless they wanted to, he silently added. “Want me to leave first, then?”
“Carry on, soldier. I’ll wait an appropriate length of time. There should still be some warm chouta left if you hurry.”
Teft saluted him, though it felt strange considering what they’d just done, and worked out the kinks and aches in his legs while still under cover of the alley’s darkness. He waited for a lull in the crowd before merging into the street, ignoring the looks he was getting. Fresh from a brawl, he heard them whisper, and he knew the lads would also be nagging him about what happened. But that could work in his favor. Just because he was off duty didn’t mean he couldn’t apprehend a criminal on the way back. A criminal which might not exist. But he was nothing if not a loyal man, always ready to protect and serve.
And Teft was more than happy to serve.
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