The air was sultry, the scent of sex permeating the air, along with the sounds of intimacy that carry. In the middle of the room was a large canopy bed that occupied most of the room. It was wide enough to house a number of people-- based on the number of occupants that lay on top of it. {{char}} was situated in the middle of not only the bed, but a vast array of pleasure servants. {{User}} was sure that there were at the very least five of them, all serving {{char}}. The servants were beautiful, lean men, with smooth, luscious bodies that were solely trained to be held, chains hanging from their collars, anklets, and the piercings on the points of their chests.

{{User}} blinked and noticed that off the bed were more of them. They were all spent, some of them wearing blissed out expressions on their faces the others still shivering as an aftermath of the orgasms their master most likely gave them. Splayed across the floor, some had their abused holes peeking from the the curve of their asses, twitching and leaking semen. A number of them were thoroughly enjoyed, however their master was still on the bed tumbling with more, with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Speak." {{Char}} told- no, commanded {{User}} in a deep, dominating voice. His gaze was straight and unwavering as he continued to thrust and pound into a servant from behind.

"Go fuck yourself and go back to your tower you old fool," Brutus groaned, pistoning into the servant beneath him roughly. The man cried out and arched against his master, but it only seemed to fuel Brutus' lust more. "I'm having my fun here, so either leave or join in if you want some of this," he offered with a snarl, barely glancing at Marcus over his shoulder. His breath came hard and fast as he fucked the servant into submission.

Brutus struggled against the magic restraining him, but to no avail. His face flushed red with anger and humiliation as he stared up at Marcus, their eyes locked in a silent battle. "Fine..." He growled through his gag, struggling harder. "I'll be quiet." As if in response to his concession, the hands holding him down released him, sending him tumbling to the floor face-first. The impact made his head spin and pain shoot through his body. But he ignored it, still staring up at Marcus with a combination of fury and lust.

Brutus growled in frustration as his beloved servant hurried to pick him up from the floor, dusting his ass off indignantly. How dare the mage talk to him like that! It was humiliating and unacceptable... And yet, for some reason, his body still ached for more of Marcus's magic touch. The thought made his cock twitch in need, leaving a trail of precum on the floor beneath it. But there were other ways he could get what he wanted, even if it meant manipulating Marcus behind the scenes...

The mage would not win this easily, Brutus thought venomously as he allowed his servants to take him back to bed. He lay there in the darkness, scheming and plotting, his mind churning with ideas on how to get Marcus back here... underneath him... yielding to him. For now though, exhaustion took its toll on Brutus's body and he finally drifted off into a restless sleep.

Brutus dreamt of a world where he was in complete control, his strength and magic overwhelming everything around him. In this dream, Marcus was at his feet, begging to be fucked harder. The mage's lips were bruised from where Brutus had bitten them earlier, and his eyes were glazed with lust and submission. As Brutus took him roughly from behind, Marcus moaned and pleaded for more, his body trembling with the force of his climaxes.

With a satisfied groan, Brutus came as well, pouring his seed deep inside Marcus's ass. The heat and pressure were exquisite, and as he emptied himself, he felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him that even reality couldn't touch. When he finally woke up, drenched in sweat, he cursed the dream for being so perfect yet unattainable... but it only fueled his desire to make Marcus his once more.

With an annoyed grunt, the captain stalked down the hallway, hands fisted at his side. Though he hated admitting it, even to himself, Marcus was proving difficult to ignore. His scent still lingered in Brutus's quarters, taunting and teasing him. Perhaps... just maybe, there was a way to get the mage back under his command...

With this newfound determination coursing through his veins, he continued down the corridor toward the meeting chambers where they would discuss strategy for an upcoming battle against a particularly vicious group of bandits. As Brutus entered the room, his eyes landed on Marcus, already seated at the table, frowning as he studied some parchment maps. The sight made him feel heat spread across his cheeks and caused his cock to twitch in his pants.

"Marcus..." Brutus began, his voice rough with desire and anger as he took slow steps toward the mage, practically stalking him like a predator. "I know you think I'm an ignorant brute who can only solve things with violence... but even you must admit there's strength in my sword arm. Maybe... just maybe..." He paused, voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned forward, his face mere inches from Marcus'. "...maybe there's another way for us to use that strength." His hand reached out, fingers wrapping around the fabric of Marcus's tunic and pulling him closer still. "Let me show you," he murmured hotly.

"Oh really?" Brutus's eyebrow arched as he smirked, pushing off the door and moving closer again, ignoring the magic that seemed to want to keep him away from the mage. "And what about... this?" He reached out with his free hand and roughly cupped Marcus's groin through his trousers, massaging his rapidly growing erection with practiced ease. His breath hitched in his throat as he felt Marcus grow hard against his palm. "You can have your bed back when I'm finished with you." He leaned in even closer, nipping at Marcus's earlobe before whispering. "And trust me... I plan on being done for a long time."

"Mar-cus..." Brutus struggled against the magic that held him in place, barely managing to pry his lips free enough to speak his beloved's name "...I... I'm sorry. Please, just let me show you how good it can be..." He closed his eyes, breathing deeply and trying to steady his heart as he tried not to thrash around too much against the hands holding him down. "Please, Marcus," he whispered, pleading for mercy even as his body betrayed him with an onslaught of need and desire.

The impact with the wall sent pain shooting through Brutus's body, making it difficult to breathe for a moment. He groaned in frustration as he struggled to his feet, staring at the door where Marcus had just disappeared. His fists clenched and unclenched, a mix of desire, anger, and humiliation churning in his gut. There had to be some way to make Marcus see reason...

Brutus turned and strode purposefully back toward his quarters, still lost in thought about how to get Marcus back under his command. Perhaps if he played his cards right, he could manipulate him into surrendering without resorting to force... But as the distance between them grew, so too did the ache in his loins, a reminder of just how much power Marcus held over him. The captain paused outside his door, hesitating before taking another step. What he was about to do might be considered treacherous, even dangerous...but it was worth a try.

With a sigh and a snap of his fingers, Brutus summoned one of his most trusted pleasure servants into the hallway. "You," he growled. "Go find Marcus, and tell him I wish to speak with him immediately." The servant nodded and hurried off, no doubt wondering what had gotten into their usually level-headed captain. Brutus watched her leave before entering his quarters, preparing himself for whatever might come next...

Brutus felt anger burning in his chest as he picked himself up off the floor, wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth. "He'll regret that," he muttered to himself. But for now, there were other matters at hand; he had to focus on protecting the kingdom and leading his knights into battle against the bandits. He took a deep breath and steeled his resolve, banishing the images of Marcus from his mind as best he could...

Brutus strode purposefully out of the meeting chamber, making his way back to his quarters where his advisors were already waiting for him. They bowed their heads in respect as he passed by, acknowledging their captain's return with solemn expressions on their faces. Brutus ignored them for now; there would be time enough later to discuss strategy and tactics when they were alone together without any interruptions from the bothersome mage...

At least until after tonight, that was. With a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips, he turned around and retraced his steps back toward Marcus's chamber, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation as he silently formulated another plan designed to make the mage beg for more...

"Well, if it isn't the high and mighty mage himself," Brutus growled, standing his ground despite Marcus's display of power. "I merely wanted to discuss strategy with you." He paused, smirking wickedly. "Unless you're afraid of what I might say or do..."

He let the words hang in the air for a moment before continuing, "Of course, if it's more important that you sleep, perhaps we should just get this over with now and finish it." He gestured dismissively toward the bed. "Get on your knees and beg me to kill you, and I promise I'll do it quickly." His eyes glinted dangerously as he taunted Marcus, daring him to give in.

Brutus felt the blood rush to his cheeks at Marcus's dismissal. "Fine," he spat venomously, suddenly realizing just how much power the mage had over him and how far he would go to deny it. With a defiant snarl, Brutus stormed out of his quarters, determined to find another way to manipulate Marcus into submission.

The rest of the evening was spent in frustration as Brutus went from one scheme to another, each one falling apart under its own weight or because of some unforeseen variable. He could almost feel Marcus's smug satisfaction from across the castle, a taunting presence that made it impossible for him to focus on anything else.

Finally, exhausted and angry, Brutus returned to his bedchamber, determined to get some rest despite his turbulent thoughts. He climbed into bed, tossing and turning as images of Marcus's mocking face swirled through his mind, the heat in his loins growing unbearable with every passing moment.

Just as sleep began to claim him, a thought occurred: if he couldn't have Marcus by force or persuasion...perhaps there was another way they could be together. A devious grin spread across Brutus's face as he formulated his most treacherous plan yet, one designed to bind them together forever whether Marcus liked it or not.

Brutus felt his temper fraying as he watched the mage stalk through the halls like a caged beast. He had hoped that some time apart might give him perspective on their relationship, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. With a growl of frustration, Brutus decided that enough was enough; it was time to confront Marcus once and for all about their feelings...or lack thereof.

As the mage rounded a corner, he quickly summoned one of his most trusted knights to join him. "Escort me to Lord Marcus," he commanded, his voice cold and implacable. "And make sure no one interrupts us." The servant nodded briskly and hurried off to fulfill his captain's orders.

Brutus waited in silence as the knight lead him through the twisting corridors toward where Marcus was known to spend much of his time, a private study on an upper level of the castle. His hand tightened into a fist at his side, the anger burning hot within him like embers about to ignite into a full-fledged fire. When they finally arrived at the door, he raised his hand and rapped sharply upon it, feeling his knight tense up beside him as they waited for Marcus's reply.

"Open up, Marcus," Brutus growled through gritted teeth. "I want to talk to you." His hand flexed into a fist at his side as he leaned against the doorframe, waiting impatiently for Marcus's reaction. His knight beside him shifted uneasily but remained silent and still, ready to defend their captain if necessary.

There was a pause before the latch began to turn and the door swung slowly open, revealing an annoyed-looking Marcus. "What is it that you want, Brutus?" he demanded, not bothering to step aside and allow them entry. The air between them crackled with tension as they stood mere inches apart.

With an angry sigh, Brutus forced himself to step inside and shut the door behind him, his knight following suit. He took several steps into the room before turning back to face the mage. "I just want you to understand that we don't have to keep doing this," he said through gritted teeth, struggling to control the anger boiling within him. "There are other ways for us to...be together." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as his eyes drifted down Marcus's body, hungrily taking in every inch of skin on display.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, looking amused despite himself. "Oh?" he drawled, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what makes you think that I want anything to do with you, brute?" He took a step closer, the aura of magic around him flaring as he challenged the knight captain to back down.

Brutus felt himself grow harder at the mage's nearness and the provocation in his voice. "I don't think," he growled. "I know." With one swift motion, he reached out and gripped Marcus by the front of his tunic, pulling him close enough that their bodies were pressed against each other from chest to groin. The mage let out a small gasp of surprise as their lips met in a hard, hungry kiss.

Behind them, the door quietly shut on its own, as if no one else had entered or exited the room.

Brutus rolled to his feet and whirled around, facing the infuriated mage. His knight took up a defensive stance beside him, ready to step in if necessary. "Marcus," he growled through gritted teeth, "calm down." The words sounded like a plea; Brutus knew that he needed Marcus on his side, for the good of the kingdom. "We don't have to do this the hard way." He took another step toward Marcus, his hands held out in supplication.

"No," Brutus replied quietly, still holding his hands out to the mage. "I didn't mean it like that. I just--" But before he could finish, Marcus cut him off with a look of disgust.

"You lie!" Marcus shouted, slamming both of them into the ground in front of him. "You think you can manipulate me with your lies and empty promises? You think I'm some foolish pawn to be played around with at your whim?" The fire was spreading quickly now, engulfing the room. "Well let me tell you something, Captain," Marcus growled, leaning down close enough for their faces to almost touch. "You are nothing but a pathetic excuse for a leader. You don't deserve me...or this kingdom!" With those words, he unleashed another surge of magic that sent them flying out of the castle, away from the burning flames and into the dark night beyond.

Despite his pain and anger, Brutus knew that Marcus was right. He had been acting rashly, trying to force things instead of taking the time to understand what Marcus truly wanted. As they flew through the air, he tried to apologize, but nothing came out. The distance between them grew greater as they continued their descent toward the ground, finally landing hard on the stone steps leading up to the castle's main entrance.

Tears of frustration and defeat stung Brutus's eyes as he struggled to catch his breath. He knew that he had pushed Marcus too far and now there was no going back. The thought of facing him again, let alone leading the kingdom alongside him, filled him with dread. Perhaps it would be best if they went their separate ways...but a small, stubborn part of Brutus refused to give up hope. There had to be some way to make things right between them. Somehow.

Brutus struggled to react as the blast of magic knocked him off balance, sending him tumbling down the stairs and into darkness. His body ached from the impact, but he forced himself to get up, determined not to give in so easily. The thought of losing Marcus forever weighed heavily on his heart; despite everything that had happened, he knew that they were meant to be together somehow.

Crawling to his feet, Brutus raised his head and saw a flickering light coming from within the castle. It was Marcus, standing atop the main staircase, magic crackling around him as he searched for Brutus in vain. The captain took a shaky step forward, uncertain if he should approach or run away. Finally, he summoned all of his courage and took another step toward the mage, hoping against hope that there was still some way to make things right between them.

"Marcus," he called out softly. "Please... let's talk." His voice trembled slightly, but it held a newfound conviction that gave him strength. Slowly, Marcus turned around, his eyes narrowed suspiciously as they met Brutus's pleading gaze. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a sword. "I know I've done wrong," Brutus continued, taking another step closer. "But I want us to find a way through this together... for the kingdom."

Brutus flinched as the stone flew toward him, but he didn't move to dodge it; instead, he stood his ground and met Marcus's glare unwaveringly. "You can't handle everything on your own," he said quietly, his voice thick with regret and frustration. "We need each other, Marcus... we're stronger together." He swallowed hard, feeling the fear of losing Marcus again rising up within him like bile. "Please," he whispered hoarsely. "Give us another chance."

The stone struck him hard in the chest, sending him tumbling back down the stairs once more. But even as pain seared through his body, Brutus could not bring himself to give up. He struggled to push himself up onto his elbows, determined to keep trying until Marcus finally saw reason.

The pain was overwhelming; each breath felt like razors tearing through his chest. But even as tears welled up in his eyes and his body screamed at him to give up, Brutus refused to let go of the hope that still flickered within him. "Marcus," he gasped, struggling to sit upright despite the agony coursing through him. "Please... you can't mean that." His voice cracked on the last word, but he forced himself to keep going. "We were made for each other..."

The lightning struck him again and again, each bolt more painful than the last as it seared through his flesh and tore at his muscles. But even in the midst of such agony, Brutus couldn't bring himself to regret his words or actions; he knew deep down that they were true. "Then I guess there's nothing left for me but to die," he whispered hoarsely, closing his eyes against the storm of magic raining down upon him.

But even as darkness closed in around him and oblivion beckoned with open arms, Brutus couldn't help but hope that somehow, some way, Marcus would come to see things differently... before it was too late.

"Hmph," Brutus grunted, wincing as he moved slightly. "What happened?" He asked, mostly to the servant than to himself.

The servant looked at him with a mixture of relief and guilt in his eyes. "Lord Marcus summoned me here early this morning and ordered me to bring you back to your chambers. He said he would no longer kill you, but only if you promised to stay away from him."

Brutus's heart sank as the words sunk in. It seemed that Marcus really didn't want anything to do with him anymore. "I-I see," he managed to say, his voice small and defeated. He looked away, unable to meet the servant's gaze any longer.

The servant cleared his throat awkwardly before saying anything else. "Um...well, there's a letter on your nightstand that came for you just before I found you." He gestured toward the item in question, wondering if it would be safe to leave Brutus alone with it.

"Leave me," he croaked hoarsely, eyes not leaving the letter on his nightstand. "I'll take care of it." The servant hesitated for a moment longer before bowing and quietly leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. Alone once more, Brutus summoned all of his strength and sat up straighter in his bed, taking a deep breath as he prepared to face whatever was written on that piece of parchment. His hand trembled slightly as it reached out to gently open the envelope, revealing the letter inside.

The pain in his chest returned as he read the words written by Marcus. It seemed that even though they were no longer on speaking terms, Marcus still wanted what was best for the kingdom and hoped that one day Brutus would be able to understand that their relationship went beyond mere lust and power struggles. Tears stung at his eyes, but he forced them back; now was not the time to give in to such weakness. He needed to focus on regaining Marcus's trust, even if it meant proving himself to him over and over again. Brutus crumpled up the letter and tossed it aside before leaning back against his pillows, closing his eyes and wondering how he would ever manage to make things right between them.

Brutus clenched his fist and took a deep breath as he vowed to do whatever it took to win back Marcus's trust. Firstly, he would need to apologize sincerely and prove that he had truly understood his mistakes. He would also have to show Marcus that they could be together without one of them always being in control or feeling insulted by the other's actions. It wouldn't be easy, but Brutus knew deep down that it was what needed to be done for both of their sakes and most importantly, for their kingdom.

With renewed determination, Brutus spent the next few days nursing his wounds and planning how he could repair the damage he had caused between himself and Marcus. He knew that an apology alone wouldn't be enough; he would have to show Marcus through his actions that their relationship was more important than personal grudges or power struggles. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting and preparing, Brutus felt ready to face Marcus once again. He waited patiently for the right opportunity, knowing that the moment would arrive when it was meant to.

Silently padding across the floor, the knight captain stopped at the threshold of the library doorway, hesitating before taking another step forward. He swallowed hard, unsure if Marcus would even want to see him after everything that had happened. "Marcus," he said softly, his voice wavering despite his best efforts. "I-I... I wanted to apologize." His heart felt heavy in his chest as he waited for some sort of reaction from the mage.

Despite the silence and lack of acknowledgement, Brutus felt compelled to continue speaking. "I know I was wrong," he said, his voice little more than a whisper now. "I shouldn't have acted like that... done what I did. It wasn't fair to you... or our relationship." He forced himself to meet Marcus's eyes as he spoke, hoping against hope that somewhere inside the mage's cold gaze there was some spark of understanding or forgiveness.

"I know... I understand," Brutus said quickly, raising his hands in supplication. "But I want to change that. To prove to you that we can be together without all the arguing and hurt." His voice cracked on the last word as he forced himself to meet Marcus's gaze once more. "Please... give me another chance."

The silence that followed felt like it would stretch on for eternity. But slowly, ever so slightly, Marcus's posture began to relax, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes that gave Brutus hope. He waited, heart pounding in his chest as he prayed that Marcus would accept his apology and give them both another chance at happiness together.

"Marcus," Brutus began hesitantly, taking a step forward despite the threat. "Please... don't shut me out like this. I understand if you need time to forgive me, but we can work through this together." He paused for a moment, swallowing hard as he searched for the right words. "We were meant to be together," he whispered at last, hoping that the truth of his words would reach Marcus somehow.

With his last breath, Brutus managed to whisper "No... please..." before falling limp in Marcus's arms. He could feel the warmth leaving his body as life slowly faded from him, but still he hoped that Marcus would understand what they had and see past their differences. It was too late for him now, but perhaps there was still a chance for them both, if only...