The Knight and the Healer (Part 2) Friendship in Firelight
Disclaimer: If you do not approve of stories involving sex between two males then please refrain from reading on, you will not enjoy this story. Also, if you're underage you should leave too, sorry. This story doesn't contain true sex, but is sexual in nature.
To the Reader: Alright, I finally wrote Part 2. I know this is moving kinda slow, it'll pick up soon, I think. This one doesn't have a sex scene, maybe Part 3. Thanks to everyone who has emailed me. Also, read part 1 first, it'll really help. Enjoy...
The kick came fast, the boot went deep into his gut, "Why can't I see," he thought, "oh, that's right," he remembered, "my eyes are too swollen." Tears welled up as he was mercilessly booted in the back. People were laughing, encouraging, cheering...
He knew what was coming. Someone tore at his clothes. The pain and humiliation were unbearable...
His body violently jerked awake. His eyes flew wide open, gazing at the malicious faces about him, but they were gone. The bodies were replaced with trees, the angry shouts replaced with the gentle hum of the wind, the cold stone floor was replaced with the cool dirt beneath his feet, and the unbearable pain was just a little soreness in his stomach and back.
"Good to see your up," said a benevolent warm voice, "you and your nightmares scared me to death."
Trelor sat up and faced the handsome knight. With his armor off, Trelor saw he was even more muscular than the healer first thought. He wore a loose brown and green tunic with a brown belt. His boots were of a light brown doeskin. His features were very handsome when they smiled and lost the viciousness of battle.
The knight meanwhile, was kindling a fire and had a small pot ready to be placed in the heat. He struck his flint and smiled at Trelor before bending down to blow gently on the small fire. The two watched the flames build up, Trelor lost in though and his companion silent and unsure of what to say. When sparks flew from the flame the knight sat the pot in the flames. The smell of food snapped Trelor from his thoughts and reminded him of his manners.
"Thank you for saving me," Trelor said, trying to sound grateful but still in his cold nightmares.
The knight looked up and smiled again, this time revealing his pearly white teeth, "I should be thanking you for saving me," he said, " Don't you remember?" He asked in a rich gentle voice, in response to Trelor's puzzled look. When Trelor shook his head, his bamboozelment doubled, everything was a blur. "You were about to be kidnapped," explained the knight, "when I came. I tried to fight them back but there were too many. Then you came and did some spell that sent most of them running away it also gave me the strength to drive the last of them away."
The thoughts came back to Trelor and he remembered the night's events. However, when he glanced around he saw that they were in a glen, not the road he remembered last. "Where are we?"
"Well, you fainted after the spell and I couldn't just leave you, so I threw you over Quicksilver over there," the knight pointed to a beautiful gray/white stallion, it was calmly munching on some grass, "and walked to this glen. It seemed like a good place to make camp."
"Why were you afraid of me and my nightmares?" Trelor asked, drawing his knees to his chest and wrapping his hands around them.
The knight stirred the stew before answering, "First you fainted and then you started shaking and crying out on Quicksilver. I set you down in the glen but it only made things worse, I don't understand much about magic, but you didn't look good."
"Sorry, I fainted from casting such a powerful spell. The nightmares were from my past, "Trelor's tone told the knight not to venture into the past with Trelor.
"Forgive me," said the healer, "here you have saved my life and yet we don't even know each other's names. I am Trelor, a healer in training."
The knight smiled at the change in tone brought on by the change in subject. "I am Sir Vigilants Virgalen, Knight Templar, on a quest for Lady Marmelide. However, everyone calls me Virgil."
Trelor came totally out of his nightmares, forcing a little smile on his face, "what kind of a quest?"
"I seek the necklace of Kaylana," said the knight, straitening up with pride, "it can heal and prevent all ailments for he or she who wears it."
"Why do you seek it?"
"The dear Lady cannot give birth to her child without either her or the child dying due to a terrible ailment. The necklace will end her problems."
" I gather that since such a brave strong knight like you was chosen," the knight beamed with pride at the compliment, "the necklace is difficult to acquire."
"Yes," said the knight, "it is protected by Tethrex a giant Golem. The necklace used to be long to his belated mother, which is why he guards it so." As he spoke he took two bowls from his pack and poured some of the contents in the pot into them. Trelor smiled when he received his steaming bowl and a spoon. "I'm sorry for the bland taste, I'm not much of a cook and know little of herbs and spices."
Trelor hadn't eaten for days, and so horse dung would have been a treat for him. However, the warm stew was delicious. He could feel its savory warmth filling in him and energizing his magic. The two talked for a while about other meaningless things, the best foods, the most expensive foods, and what the king loved to eat. Trelor was surprised at how easily Virgil made him forget his gloomy past. However, all good things must come to an end and this was no exception.
"Where are you going and what your plans?" Virgil asked timidly.
Trelor's eyes immediately went down and he shrugged. "I don't know. I... was... kicked out of healers school... I've been wandering for days..." tears welled up as he remembered his expelling, the beatings the rapes. He hadn't been expelled he had run away.
Trelor expected the knight to laugh at him or leave him. The healer wouldn't have been surprised if Virgil kicked him across the glen or beat him to death. However, Virgil did none of these awful acts. He only looked down and thought for awhile. "Well, I cannot leave you here defenseless. Every healer needs an escort. So, why don't you come with me, I'll protect you and we can share my rations. Trelor's eyes smiled with tears, never had anyone been so kind. This knight was willing to help him without ever even knowing him. Trelor readily accepted.
"Well, since you're coming with me, will you be my healer?" he asked kindly.
"Of course, I'm still a student, but I know more than a few useful spells. Are you hurt from yesterdays battle?" the young man asked.
"Well, I've just got a sore shoulder. I wouldn't care but it is my right shoulder, which I use for my sword. It can be knights undoing to have a hurt shoulder on his sword side."
Trelor was up in a flash. He dove to the knight's shoulder and closed his eyes. He chanted softly and kneaded the knight's shoulder. Trelor loved the feel of Virgil's big manly muscles; it reminded him of... "No!" his mind shouted, "don't remember. Forget, forget."
He worked on the shoulder and kept himself from lusting over the knight. "I cannot allow such a thing to happen, it isn't right," he thought to myself. He then became aware of the knight moaning. He hadn't realized it, but in his thoughts he had completely healed the knight with much more curative power than needed.
Virgil meanwhile was relishing in the feeling. He loved the healing power and more than that; he loved those cute innocent hands. Trelor was quite a lightweight, and that turned Virgil on. He refused to allow himself to fantasize more than that, but he knew he wanted to. For now he just did his best to hide his lengthening cock and enjoy the curative magic. He soon felt the healer stop, he knew his shoulder had been fully healed and was tingling with power.
Trelor got up slowly, tired from over-healing Virgil, and hurried to the little blanket he had slept on earlier. He was anxious to move before Virgil caught sight of his hard tool. The two whispered goodnight and Trelor soon heard the knight snoring softly. He too longed to sleep but his mind wouldn't let him. "I'll have to tell him my past someday, he'll ask someday. Then he'll hate me. I can't allow myself to be aroused by him either, it isn't right." His mind wandered; "ohh Drake, I miss you..." his mind finally drifted off to sleep.
Well what do you think? Email me with comments, questions, and support. I could really use it, as far as I know, people like this story the least of all my stories. Sorry it is going slow. Email me at dragonknight2222@aol.com