TRILOGY: ITALIAN BROTHERS BOOK 1 - THE CORPORAL By Andrej Koymasky (c) 2000 Written on October 21st 1995 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by a friend
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"ITALIAN BROTHERS 1 - THE CORPORAL" is a gay story, with some parts depicting graphic scened of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story.
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CHAPTER 19 - United Again
Ruggiero came to three days after he was wounded. Enzo was sitting near him. The young man emitted a weak moan, and Enzo at once lowered his head, calling his name in a low voice, as he did other times, hoping that his man was recovering his senses. And this time, when Enzo called his name, Ruggiero's lips moved, a kind of tremulous sigh came out, and then he said weakly, "Enzo..." and opened his eyes. Their glances met and the young man, with a pleading expression in his eyes, murmured, "Forgive me..."
Enzo brushed his cheek and murmured with emotion, "Ruggiero, my love..."
"Forgive me..."
"Shush, you are the one who has to forgive me."
"Me? For what?"
"For having turned my back on you, for having denied you my love. But don't talk now, it will hurt you."
"I... I love you."
"I know, I know. I love you too, Ruggiero. I will never desert you again. But you have to be quiet now, so that you can heal."
"To heal?"
"You are seriously wounded, on your torso, on your leg... for me. Now you have to heal. I'll stay here, near you, forever. Ruggiero, I love you. But now you have to heal."
Ruggiero raised his hand and caressed the boy's arm, "Are you going to give me a kiss?"
"You don't know how bad I want to give it to you! But here, everybody can see us."
Ruggiero turned his head a little and saw more beds and people. He sighed, "They would see, wouldn't they? But you have really forgiven me? I'm not just in a dream?"
"Sure, and I love you. And I desire you. But we have to wait, unhappily."
"Unhappily..." Ruggiero murmured, then closed his eyes. He opened them again after a short while, "I feel so tired..."
"Then have a rest. Aren't you hungry?"
"Hungry? Yes, a little."
"You haven't eaten a bite in three days. I will go get you something."
"No, stay here..." the young man begged and closed his eyes again.
Enzo lightly caressed his hand. God, how much he wanted to embrace him, to kiss him!
Ruggiero seemed to have fallen asleep. Enzo was looking at him with emotion -- the first word his man said after recovering his conscious was his name... and asked for his forgiveness. He had a long beard and ruffled hair, his face was pale and yet he seemed more beautiful than ever to Enzo. Then he thought that he hadn't shaved in those three days either. And that he must look horrible. He had to get cleaned up himself, but he didn't want to leave his man.
He saw the Garibaldian doctor Enrico entering and starting to check the conditions of the wounded men. In those three days, two of them died, others were in serious conditions. Manfredo told him that even the boy that Enrico loved was dead, a young Garibaldian whose name was Maurizio. And yet the doctor was there, carrying on his duty. Enzo waited. The fact that Ruggiero was not among the first to be visited was a good sign. When at last the doctor arrived near Ruggiero's bed, Enzo told him that he had recovered his conscious and now he was sleeping. The doctor felt his pulse, then with the help of two nurses, changed Ruggiero's bandages and carefully disinfected his wounds. He auscultated his lungs with his stethoscope.
Ruggiero opened his eyes again, "How I'm doing, doctor?"
"Not bad, young man. It seems that there is not any accumulation of blood in your wounded lung. You have to keep still, and move as little as possible."
"How long will it take for me to heal?"
"It will be rather long. If you don't move around, the wound could heal pretty quickly..."
"When can I stand up?"
"It's difficult to tell right now. It could be in two weeks, provided that the wound in your lung heals well."
"And how can I ... go to the toilet?" Ruggiero asked, somewhat embarrassed.
"For liquids you can empty yourself in a container that I will have someone bring to you. For solids you have to get out of the bed and do it in the chamber pot. Move as little as you can."
"Here? In front of everybody?"
"Like everybody else here. There is no need to be bashful. Someone here will shield you with a bed sheet, and will clean you, at least for the first few days. Remember, the less you move, the faster you will recover."
Enzo said, "I will do it, doctor. I am his brother."
Enrico looked at him, somewhat puzzled, but then lightly smiled, "Good, then. He won't be embarrassed in front of you, I presume. Between... brothers, there are less problems. In a while, we will distribute the food. Don't let him eat anything other than we will give him. He can drink anything he wants, even wine, but not too much, of course. And make him drink an infusion of these herbs about three times a day."
"All right, doctor. Can I wash him, and shave him?"
"Move him as little you can. Instead of washing him, you can freshen his face with a damp cloth," Enrico answered.
Enzo looked in his eyes while the man was talking in professional tone, and read in them a deep pain. Enzo admired him. Then Enrico left and continued to see other patients.
Ruggiero looked at Enzo, "You told him you are my brother..."
"For them, as you said you are a Rota. It will be easier, don't you think?"
"But I don't love you like a brother... I love you more than that," Ruggiero said in a low voice, smiling at him provocatively.
"I really hope so!" the boy answered with a pleased smile, caressing his man with his eyes for a long while.
The improvised hospital in the church was being reorganized. Some of the patients were discharged and went back to their companions. Thus there was more space now for those who still needed to remain there. Somebody thought of providing some privacy to the in-patients -- the problem of relieving oneself in front of others was not unique to Ruggiero. Therefore, some ropes were stretched and bed sheets were hung on then, some crates were put at the side of the beds to be used as night tables. Chamber pots and small pans were brought near each bed, which a nurse emptied twice a day.
The first time that Ruggiero had to urinate, Enzo cautiously pulled down his underpants, inserted the small pan between his thighs and gently guided his member. "You can go..." he said. Ruggiero emptied himself. Enzo gently shook it and put away the small pan.
"No... don't move your hand away..." the young man whispered while his member had a weak darting.
"We can't do anything, you know it..."
"Caress it, please? Made me feel your hand... Just a little..."
"Won't it make things worse?" the boy asked, but caressed it.
"No... just a little..." Ruggiero repeated with a sigh, and happily relaxed at that suave touch.
Enzo would have liked to kiss it, to lick it, and to feel it between his lips, but he guessed that the tension that this would cause could be dangerous so he held back. In a moment, the member was erect and turgid, shuddering. "It would be better if I stop now..." Enzo sweetly said, and covered him with the bed sheet without pulling up his underpants. He smiled seeing how it remained erect between his man's legs.
Ruggiero said, "Then, give me a kiss."
Enzo lowered his head and their tongues played for a few moments, but as they heard the sound of steps, they parted.
"Get better soon, Ruggiero... I need you..."
"I promise!" the young man sighed sweetly, smiling at him, and he caressed Enzo between his legs with his hand, "You are hard," he murmured pleasingly.
"Sure... but stop touching me, now."
"Why?"
"You will make me cum in my trousers, if you continue."
"Come here, pull it out... I want to suck it."
"No, we really shouldn't, as long as you are still not out of danger."
"But it won't harm me, will it? The doctor said I can drink anything I want..." the young man cunningly said.
"No, Ruggiero. It's better to wait. After you are recovered, I promise you we will make up for all these days."
"Plus interests?"
"Plus interests, sure. I need it at least as much as you do... I want you inside me, all of you."
"Have you forgiven me?" then the young man asked.
"I was so bad, wasn't I?"
"You? I disappointed you."
"That time I made Alduzzo fuck me under you eyes, I mean."
"I understood how you felt finding Manfredo stark naked in my home."
"But I made you suffer."
"And I made you suffer. But possibly this suffering we inflicted on each other made us mature. I swear I will never touch anyone besides you again."
"It doesn't matter, or not so much. It's enough that you continue to love me. I'll never be jealous again."
"But I don't want anybody else. I risked losing you and now I understand I cannot afford that. You are all and everything, to me."
"And you to me. Alduzzo, Manfredo are nothing to me. Nobody is anything to me. I'm yours. I want to be only yours. Can you forgive me?"
"I love you. One who loves has nothing to forgive."
"That's true. I didn't understand it before. Get better soon, Ruggiero, I need you so badly..."
The young man was recovering his health rather rapidly. The liaison officer went to see him every day, to discuss with him the organizational problem of the district. Ruggiero's advices, and not only the strictly legal advices, were really appreciated by the officer, who wrote down notes each time. Ruggiero had a remarkable organizational skill.
One time even Garibaldi came to visit him in person, "Rota, get better soon, I heard you are very valuable."
"Unfortunately, they say I won't be able to fight for many months..."
"We don't just need good fighters. I have other plans for you."
"Other plans?"
"In a short while we will have to go further north, towards Naples. I have to leave an interim governor here, my representative, to organize the referendum. And according to my officers, you are the right person. Therefore, Rota, I am counting on you. Get better soon. Oh, and... from now on, you will have the stripes of a captain -- you earned them on the field, these stripes."
Then Ruggiero, taking all his courage, answered, "I am honored for your words. But if you will permit me. I have a plea to present you..."
"Tell me."
"Would you please leave with me my brother Enzo and an assistant?"
"Your brother is also one of my men?"
"Yes, it's him..." Ruggiero said, pointing at his boy.
"Certainly, all right. I think you could really use some help, especially in the first few months of your recovery. And a brother is worth two men, isn't it?"
"I thank you, General. I will do my best to deserve your esteem."
"I have no doubt," Garibaldi answered, and greeted other people around, then left.
Enzo was radiant, and Ruggiero was not less joyful than him.
When this news spread, Alduzzo and Manfredo came to congratulate Ruggiero. They were about to leave for the north. They bid farewell and promised to keep in touch. Just before their departure, Ruggiero, who had started to get out of the bed even though he couldn't walk yet, was moved with Enzo to the apartment of the former king's deputy who fled when the Garibaldians arrived. It would be his official residence. A local doctor assured them he would follow the course of Ruggiero's recovery.
The apartment was on the second floor of a beautiful mansion, above the governmental offices, which Ruggiero would use as soon as he got well enough. The apartment was huge and lavishly furnished. Ruggiero decided he would use just a small part of it. For the appearance, they took two separated bedrooms, but Enzo, from the first night, slept at the side of his man. Both were burning with desires to make love, but they had decided to wait until Ruggiero's lung was perfectly healed. It would take more time for the leg to heal, but the real concern was the wound in the lung.
Lying on the wide bed, both naked, next the bandages of the young man, they caressed each other for a long while, making their erections bloom. "But you can at least kiss me, can't you?" after a while Ruggiero murmured with a begging tone.
"No, love, or else we still run the risk... Just touching each other in this way without going any further is quite difficult. But I like it so much feeling your hands on my body..."
"Yes, and yours on mine. And I like touching you. It still seems like a dream to me we are together again, in this way..."
"This home is even more luxurious than don Raffaele's villa."
"Yes. Who knows if he had put it back in order and rebuilt it? We both abandoned it."
"I don't care. I only care about being with you. If you are with me, a shack will be more beautiful than any beautiful house."
"We can't remain here forever. After the referendum, if those in favor of the annexation win, they will have to elect their representatives and a new governor, the real one will come to stay here."
"Anyway, for the moment, the governor is you."
"Right, and I have to start to do my job for real, in one way or another. There is the referendum to prepare, and it has to be a success. I don't want Garibaldi to regret having chosen me."
"There are already a lot of people who want to talk to you. The officials downstairs already have a list of names that seems endless."
"I can probably start seeing some of them. I can sit in an armchair in the library, we get a clerk and a secretary upstairs, and you stay at my side... what do you think? I'm bored with having nothing to do all day long."
"On one condition -- just a few hours each day, and if I say to stop, you will stop."
"Agreed."
So Ruggiero started receiving audiences. He first saw the former officials of the Bourbon's administration and after having them swear oath to General Garibaldi, "Dictator of the Two Sicilies", he reinstalled them in their former offices, at least until the referendum. He told them that for the time being, they must work like before, applying the old laws, only excluding the references to Naples and the Bourbons. Taxes money, for instance, were to remain in the safes in Catanzaro. The nominations or substitutions of officials were all to be decided by Ruggiero. His knowledge of the law allowed him to talk with competence and allowed his decisions to be respected.
Then came the "patriots" asking him to promise that nothing would go back to the old way. Ruggiero reminded them that the referendum was a serious matter, and everything depended on its results. If by chance the party favorable to the Bourbons won, he could do nothing. It was important to persuade as many people as possible who had the right to vote to choose annexation to the Kingdom of Piedmont and Sardinia, that would so change its name to The Italian Kingdom. It was important to start a good electoral campaign. They asked him who would be allowed to vote. According the Bourbons' law only males older than thirty years of age, able to read and write, and with a rather great deal of wealth, certified by the taxes payments, had the right to vote.
Ruggiero proposed to lower the voting age to twenty-five, and to also lower the wealth level required. The patriots agreed at once -- amongst the youths and less wealthy, many wanted get rid of Naples' government. So Ruggiero had them prepare new lists of electors, and the campaign for the referendum started.
Then Ruggiero started to receive the representatives of the reactionary aristocracy. They were scared. They felt their privileges and their possessions were threatened. Some blandished him, others threatened him, some begged him, and others tempted him... Ruggiero told them he could not make promises in the name of a king who may not become their king after the referendum. But he made them understand that the new king, if the referendum results were in his favor, would really appreciate those who had been on his side before his victory. He would probably recognize all their titles of ancient nobility if they sided with him. And he, at the timely moment, could be their witness, if they decided right away which side to back...
"But what if the Bourbons come back?" an old prince objected with a trembling glance.
"We will all go to prison, if not be hanged. Therefore it is important that the Savoy wins and they found us on their side. And I think that the Savoy will have at least eighty percent of the vote in their favor, by the extension of the suffrage I ordered. And the king of Naples doesn't seem to be able to stop General Garibaldi..."
After that meeting, many noble mansions started to have tricolor flags and writings extolling a united Italy on their balconies. But Ruggiero didn't try to fool himself -- he knew that those who swore loyalty in the last hour were probably plotting behind his back so that they could keep their foot in two shoes.
"But how can this be possible? They are displaying the tricolor flags and making it public which side they support," Enzo said.
"They could just send messages to Naples saying they had been forced to do that to save their lives, and swore fidelity to the Bourbons -- in this way, whoever wins they would be in an iron barrel."
"But to reach Naples, their messengers will have to pass through our Garibaldians' lines."
"It would not be difficult for a person in civilian clothes to pass. There are many roads, not only the one on which our men are marching. A good horse can even arrive before Garibaldi."
"Can't you forbid anyone to leave the city?"
"But what for? Anyway we don't have enough men to do that. The only hope is that Garibaldi continues to win and that the majority here will vote for the annexation. We have no other card to play."
"If the Bourbons win, would we really end up in a prison?"
"No, we will end on a gibbet, I am certain," Ruggiero said with a smile, but his eyes weren't smiling at all.
Ruggiero's health continued to improve and finally the doctor said that he could start to walk a little using a crutch. His lung had healed up. Now it was only a matter of time for his leg bone to heal completely. The young governor started to go downstairs to the offices and he now received guests there. Enzo was always at his side. Many people admired the dedication of that young brother for his older brother. They both always wore the Garibaldians' uniforms. Ruggiero refused to wear the braided outfit of the old duke who was the governor for the Bourbons, somewhat to draw a distinction from the past, somewhat because he would feel ridiculous in those precious clothes that were still hanging in the closet of the apartment he was using.
Just once, just for fun, with Enzo in private, he wore the short jacket and the cocked hat and looked at himself in the mirror -- he burst into laughter.
Enzo commented, "Anyway, it fits you nicely..."
"Come on! I would feel like a crow disguised as a peacock. And then, wasn't it you who said you prefer me naked?" the young man jested.
"When we are alone, it is so. Your skin is the most elegant uniform you could wear. And instead of this showy little scabbard, that beautiful flesh scabbard you have between your legs... mmmhhh... it makes my mouth water!"
"Don't you think that we could also use it, some times?" Ruggiero said temptingly.
"The doctor says you still cannot move too much, but... if you will stay still and... if you will let me do all the work, perhaps..." Enzo answered, tempted, his eyes shining with desire, and he started to undress his man from those lavish clothes.
At his turn, Ruggiero started to pull off the uniform from the boy. "Go lock the door. If the old Gaetano comes here... I don't want him to die from a heart-attack ..." the young man whispered.
While Enzo, already bare-chest, went to carefully lock the door, Ruggiero walked to the bed with his crutches, and sat down.
Enzo come back near him. Ruggiero pulled him between his legs and started to suckle one of his nipples, embracing him. Enzo pulled up the undershirt on his man's chest then lowered to grope between his legs, inside his underpants. "Hey, you already have a nice flag rising, here!" he said, pleased.
"He is on attention for you, love... and also yours..." he said lowering the boy's trousers and underpants to his knees, and starting to fondle it with both of his hands.
Enzo pushed him to lie down, raised his legs on the bed, and freed himself of his last clothes. After pulling off the cotton underpants of his man, Enzo lay down at his side. Their mouths searched for each other's, and united with passion.
"At last, Enzo..." the young man murmured, shivering with desires.
"Do you want me?" the boy sweetly asked.
"Yes, but... Manfredo told me that you... you took him like a young bull in heat. Don't you want to make me feel this sensation too?"
"But you are my elder. Men take boy, and not the other way around."
"But you are a man now, aren't you?"
"But you are no boy."
"Who said so? Now that you are with me again, I feel like a teenager!"
"You really want me in you, love?"
"Yes, I want to try it."
"But you are not used to..."
"You were neither, your first time, were you? Don't make me jealous of Manfredo..."
"No, love, no... But first, I want you in me. It is been too many, way too many weeks I have been dreaming about this moment. Stay down. You don't have to make any efforts. Let me do everything..." he sweetly said.
He knelt near the man's pelvis and bent down on his beautiful, erect pole, taking it in his hands and lowered his eager lips. Then Ruggiero took him by his hips and pulled him on top of him until Enzo was kneeling astride his head, and while the boy bent to give pleasure to his man, Ruggiero raised his head up and pulled down his lover's pelvis, until they were both united. The mutual desires that had been kept under control for so long were trying to break out, but Enzo was careful to make sure that Ruggiero didn't make any efforts, or sharp movements. With greedy gentleness he prepared the strong, shivering member of his lover for a long while, overjoyed by the lips that were encasing his own member, by the caresses that Ruggiero was giving him all over his body. Then he stood up, turned, and crouched astride the young man's pelvis and slowly went down, watching his man's expression on his smiling face, and guiding the strong pole inside himself.
"Aaahhh.... At last!" Enzo said with emotion when his small firm butt brushed against the hairs of Ruggiero's groin, then asked him, "Do you like it, love?"
"Yes..."
"No, stay still, you! I will move..." he sweetly said, caressing his chest where the scar was. He started to spring up and down, and when he saw his man closed his eyes, enjoying that intimate massage, he lightly caressed his entire chest, making him shudder with pleasure. He moved up and down with vigor, with joy -- he was finally united to his lover again! He was giving him pleasure, and was getting it from him. Continuing in his ups and downs, he made his hips wave slightly to increase the pleasure with deliberate wantonness, enjoying at the same time the hard rod that so pleasantly filled him. He felt happy, incredibly happy.
From the wide-open window, the summer sun flooded the room. The lace curtains were waving in the breeze coming from the garden. The increased intoxication made the boy shudder, who was self-impaling with growing vigor and enthusiasm. Ruggiero seized him by his waist to regulate his strong rhythm.
Enzo pushed down as much as he could, stopping, "No, stay still, Love. Let me do it, as long as you have not completely recovered. Then, I swear, I will abandon myself to you, and you can do whatever you want. Don't you like it this way?"
"Yes, love, of course I like it. And I want you inside me, too... I want all of your firm cock inside me, completely in me. I want to be your boy, as you are mine. Go on, stallion, go on, I'm waiting for you..." the young man urged him. He was relaxing again, but fully excited,
Enzo started to move vigorously again. From the head of the bed, the portraits of the father and the mother of the old duke were looking at him, frowning and serious. Enzo burst into a happy and shrill laughter. He belonged to him again at last. He felt his man shuddering, trembling, moaning and when he felt him erupt, he pushed down strongly, making his hole palpitate, tossing on the tense groin of his man. He bent over his lover's body and they passionately kissed. He could feel Ruggiero's heart beating powerfully in his chest, and his own answered, fast and strongly.
When he felt his man started to relax, to withdraw from inside him, he slowly slipped away, caressing his body.
"Now you take me!" the young man said with a hoarse voice.
"Yes, love, turn onto your side... No, the wounded leg up. This way, love..." he whispered, caressing him, while he lay down his back. He applied abundant lube to that virgin hole, massaged it for a long while with his fingers.
"Go on, push it all inside me."
"Wait. I don't want to hurt you."
"Who cares, take me, make me yours."
"Are you sure you want to try?"
"Yes... I want to feel the same emotions you felt, and I want you to feel mine. I want to welcome you all inside me. I want to feel you all. Take me, love..."
Enzo continued to lube and to massage it. Then excitedly, adhered to him, he pushed the blazing tip of his member on the hot and slippery flesh bud, and started to push, holding him by his hips. Ruggiero pushed back with energy. The inviolate door did not seem to yield, even though the young man tried to relax. They both pushed, one towards the other, to unite.
"Go on, my love, go on!" Ruggiero urged him excitedly.
That hard flesh handle forcing open his sphincter aroused him -- yes, he wanted to enjoy all of it inside him. He never felt that desire in the past, never. But now what he was expecting from that penetration was a spiritual pleasure more than a physical one -- he took the boy's virginity and now was offering him his own. And he felt happy for that.
Finally, almost all of a sudden, the elastic sphincter yielded and Enzo was almost astounded to feel himself sinking in the hot and tight channel, almost sucked in by a mysterious force. He felt a sensation that neither Alduzzo, the first he penetrated, nor Manfredo gave him. No, this was Ruggiero, his Ruggiero, his beloved and dreamy corporal, his virile lover, his god on earth, who was welcoming him inside. He emitted a low joyous moaning, together with the young man. He slipped all inside him, without any more obstacles, without difficulty, almost like a sword slipping inside its specifically made sheath. He felt they were becoming one again.
Ruggiero was feeling a light physical annoyance, but it had been such a joy that he was almost not aware of it. He was overjoyed to have given himself to his lover in this way. He now really felt their union complete, perfect. He felt Enzo advancing in himself, self-assured, majestic, powerful, hot, sweet, strong, and tender... "No," he told himself, "this is not fucking, this is saying "I love you'!" with all of one's body, A deep joy, an intense emotion seized him and he cried, overcame with happiness, while Enzo was finally starting to toss inside him with gallant passion. "I'm all his, like he is all mine! It's way too beautiful!" he thought gratefully. Ruggiero was enjoying the strong pushes of his lover, whose strong member was dancing inside him.
For Enzo, it was also way more beautiful than when he penetrated his two companions, incomparably more beautiful. As his body had Ruggiero's seed inside, like a precious treasure. In a while, Ruggiero's body would receive his seed, like in a precious treasure chest. Each of them was in this way giving a part of himself to the other. There was something sacred in this exchange -- a rite that only two males can accomplish on a peer level. Pleasure and joy were building inside Enzo's body, until they overflowed to impregnate the beloved body of his lover.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 20
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