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lonesparkMarcos wasn't defying orders, but he wasn't strictly following them either. Rather than return to camp immediately after his patrol shift ended, he had taken the opportunity to bathe in a spring-fed pool formed in one of the many sinkholes nearby. His sword was in easy reach, but his attention had wandered.
His thoughts eventually settled on a favorite fantasy: Lord Viren had come to examine the new recruits. Marcos, newly arrived in the city and therefore a potential liability or novelty, noticed the handsome mage's gaze lingering on him. The attention inspired him to perform at his best.
After the maneuvers were complete and the officers had dismissed him, Lord Viren drew close and asked him a few questions. He then congratulated him for his excellent performance and Marcos blushed deeply, gushing his thanks for the compliment and the attention. Lord Viren smiled and said something about needing the troops to be in good shape, while reacthing out with his perfect hands... The pleasant thoughts had Marcos humming happily and beginning to stroke himself in the water.
He eventually became aware of the sounds of someone approaching. If it were an elf he'd presumably die, but it was most likely a fellow soldier and he would be embarrassed and disciplined, but clean and refreshed by his entertaining thoughts.
It was not, however, a soldier, nor an elf. Marcos was horrified and slightly disbelieving to realize it was the High Mage himself. Now that he thought about it, he remembered Soren showing him this pool and babbling something about wandering off from a family trip to collect spell ingredients.
Though he dearly wished to pretend he didn't exist, Marcos decided it would be best to display some initiative.
"Lord Viren," he called,"I hope you can pardon my state of... readiness. If you'll step away for a moment, I can be on my way. Or... at your service."
That was perhaps not the best way to put it, but surely Lord Viren would save them both awkwardness by withdrawing so he could dress.
Instead, he approached the pool.
"I believe I would prefer to join you."
Marcos nearly choked. How could this be happening?
He just stood there at a loss for words or thoughts, as Viren efficiently removed and folded his clothing, then slid into the pool.
"I find I prefer a bit more privacy..."
Viren crushed something in his hand and murmured a spell. Fog floated into the glade, coming to enshroud the pool but leaving the water itself clear and comfortable.
The casual display of magic prowess made Marcos's head spin. He went from pleasantly excited to almost painfully aroused. Viren fixed Marcos with a penetrating gaze.
"I beg your indulgence if I'm reading too much into a casual choice of words, but... did you mean to imply a willingness to... service me?"
Marcos struggled to speak, or even breathe, but there was only one answer.
"...yes."
His thoughts eventually settled on a favorite fantasy: Lord Viren had come to examine the new recruits. Marcos, newly arrived in the city and therefore a potential liability or novelty, noticed the handsome mage's gaze lingering on him. The attention inspired him to perform at his best.
After the maneuvers were complete and the officers had dismissed him, Lord Viren drew close and asked him a few questions. He then congratulated him for his excellent performance and Marcos blushed deeply, gushing his thanks for the compliment and the attention. Lord Viren smiled and said something about needing the troops to be in good shape, while reacthing out with his perfect hands... The pleasant thoughts had Marcos humming happily and beginning to stroke himself in the water.
He eventually became aware of the sounds of someone approaching. If it were an elf he'd presumably die, but it was most likely a fellow soldier and he would be embarrassed and disciplined, but clean and refreshed by his entertaining thoughts.
It was not, however, a soldier, nor an elf. Marcos was horrified and slightly disbelieving to realize it was the High Mage himself. Now that he thought about it, he remembered Soren showing him this pool and babbling something about wandering off from a family trip to collect spell ingredients.
Though he dearly wished to pretend he didn't exist, Marcos decided it would be best to display some initiative.
"Lord Viren," he called,"I hope you can pardon my state of... readiness. If you'll step away for a moment, I can be on my way. Or... at your service."
That was perhaps not the best way to put it, but surely Lord Viren would save them both awkwardness by withdrawing so he could dress.
Instead, he approached the pool.
"I believe I would prefer to join you."
Marcos nearly choked. How could this be happening?
He just stood there at a loss for words or thoughts, as Viren efficiently removed and folded his clothing, then slid into the pool.
"I find I prefer a bit more privacy..."
Viren crushed something in his hand and murmured a spell. Fog floated into the glade, coming to enshroud the pool but leaving the water itself clear and comfortable.
The casual display of magic prowess made Marcos's head spin. He went from pleasantly excited to almost painfully aroused. Viren fixed Marcos with a penetrating gaze.
"I beg your indulgence if I'm reading too much into a casual choice of words, but... did you mean to imply a willingness to... service me?"
Marcos struggled to speak, or even breathe, but there was only one answer.
"...yes."
