Note: Here is the second life where Adam and Tommy meet and fall in love. Circumstances change, but the outcome is always the same, because hearts that belong together will meet despite all the odds. With my co-writers we are planning on writing 3 more AU lives before we get back to our modern time, so you can expect more in this ‘verse. Until then, enjoy the newest addition.

Recommended song: Adam Lambert - Underground

Summary: Second part of the Others' origins story. The second life – 1502, Paris, France. (Based loosly on The Hunchback of Notre Dame.)

Word count: 32.392

Disclaimer: Once again, this is only a piece of creative writing for fun, none of this happened in real life (as far as we know). No money is earned on this story.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Historical, Historical, Paris (City), Gypsies, Romani Character, Hatespeech, Discrimination, burning at the stake, Reincarnation, Alternate Universe – Reincarnation, Slash, Male Slash, Male Friendship, Knights, Death Knight, Persecution, Injustice, Secret Relationship, Trials, Humiliation, Public Humiliation, Romance, Dark, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

 
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Fire and Ice

By amity-flower-child, an-ocean-blue and Useless-girl

Part 1

The year was 1502, the current residence: Paris, France. Today was warm yet with a cool windy breeze, the wind sending scents of food, perfumes, smokes, and other things swirling in the air. Thomas, more commonly known as TJ by his friends and close family, was with previous mentioned people, having a light breakfast (an apple he charmed from a girl into giving him) while some of his family already began the festivities for the day.

The young boy was no older than 18, although his youthful appearance would state otherwise. His eyes were young and the lightest shade of brown, his hair a brilliant blonde, said hair was styled to be hanging over one side of his head, the other side short and shaved. It was abnormal, even for them, but he liked it. After all, his body wasn't broad and screaming masculinity like many of the men around him nor was his body curvaceous enough to be entirely believed to be feminine. So why not do the same with his hair? He liked to play with things and push where he could.

Today the blonde wore a black poet shirt under his black and red (with golden thread) vest, his full harem pants (these were red), his arms and ankles decorated with golden bangles, fingers covered in a few rings, necklaces also adorned his neck. Thomas was also one of the many Romani (or gypsies as they were more commonly known by) that lived here in Paris. Although his inner circle was small (consisting of no more than two families), they were a peaceful group and were often found together in the streets, entertaining the masses like the other Romani to raise money for their families. Some Romani just entertained with music, some with skits of theater, some with dance or song. Elders who still wanted to work offered their services like sewing or selling flowers they were tending in their gardens from home. Either way it went, Thomas couldn't be happier with the way he and his people lived... even if some didn't and proceeded to make it known. Thomas tended to avoid those who did if he could.

Some of the wealthier among the people of France saw the Romani as scum. He heard many excuses ranging from their beliefs in religion, to the way they dressed and interacted with one another, or even for the way they filled the streets. "Heathens" and "Beggars" he remembered, were just some of the insults thrown at him and his family the previous day from those of the "rich". Yet Thomas couldn't remember a time when any of his family members begged for anything.

"TJ!" a sweet young voice called out to him, breaking the blonde out of his current day-like dream. It was Jaelle, the youngest child, asking him to dance with her since she could not dance like the older females just yet so they would not let her join. He laughed, patting her head assuring her with time that she would learn, but began to dance with her nonetheless, everyone now enjoying themselves as they all took part in the entertainment.

The others his age danced with one another (the married couples playing instruments or singing) while Thomas took turns dancing with the children, teaching them the steps so they too could learn how to dance with the others. This was frowned upon by his parents, Thomas knew that. For in his culture, the younger they married the better. Family was valued to the Romani, the younger the better. He understood how he was the youngest male, he really could have his choice at who he wished to marry before he would have to give up to into marring who his parents chose for him (since his people usually handled arranged marriages for those who didn't find someone in their mid-twenties). The women were beautiful, and should he have to, he would eventually marry one of them since he got along with the women so well, but Tomas just didn't find anyone who interested him romantically. It disturbed him in some ways, but Thomas, like any other teenager, shucked off his responsibilities and would until he could no longer avoid facing them. He was fine living this way until one day he met a pair of eyes he just couldn't forget...

Living in Paris was a whirl of color most of the time. The city was busy and buzzing with life. It was different than what Adam was used to back in England. There he was a knight, but serving the king there got a bit boring quickly so when he got the opportunity to move to France, he took it. He wanted to see the world, to get to know other cultures and that long trip made it possible for him. He remembered how excited he got under the mask of indifference while moving to this new city a couple of years back. Now he filled a smiliar position in court. A knight that was responsible for the safety and order on the streets. His broad and tall built, dark hair, frail freckled skin and a pair of piercing blue eyes gave him an intimidating and strong look. Not to mention the power - some might call it dominance - oozing from each look and move he made. He was a tough man when it came to his work and tasks as a commander of the handful of men he was responsible for, but with his friends he was kind.

He hated injustice and bullying and he struck with a firm hand if someone from his men abused their power on the streets. The same firm hand stopped criminals on the often bohemian streets of Paris too. Soon he became widely known around the city for his tough but just actions and the districts under his care remained relatively in order. He liked mounting his black horse, Midnight and go on patrols. Especially at night - despite the dangers, which he kinda seeked out. He wasn't a violent man by nature, but he was always fascinated by the mysteries of the night.

Maybe that was the reason why in his free time he liked to mingle among the citizens. Observe or sometimes join merriments on the streets or in the woods on the city's outskirts. Sometimes, when the need for warm flesh and a welcoming mouth became too strong, he visited the illegal brothels that officially he should have wound with his fellow kinghts, but in truth, their hands were tied because of the political ties. Many noble men and women visited such places under the black veil of the night. It was common and no one raised a brow anymore about it when he visited such places to find a petite blond boy for the night to warm his bed. Back at home people kept their preferences in bed more under wraps, but one thing he loved about Paris was that people here were freer in expressing themselves sexually too. After getting the best blow job of his life for the first time, shortly after he'd arrived into this country, Adam got affirmed about this observation.

Another of his favorite things to do in his free time was to go see a play in a cheap theater or watch the gypsies entertaining the people on the streets. On that certain night he'd found himself watching a dancing group of those people to earn some money for their families. Unlike many in Paris, Adam didn't have a dislike towards them. He believed in 'live and let live' and unless someone hurt him, he had no problems with anyone. That's why sometimes doing what he was ordered to do was hard on him, but he did it anyway. Disobedience was punished severely here too.

His attention was soon drawn to a small and scrawny young boy with an unusual hair-cut, dancing and laughing to the upbeat music some of the group members made. Adam knew little about gypsy customs and culture, but he found himself having a small smile in the corner of his lips more than once while watching that boy. He could move. It was in his blood, no doubt about it. The way he swirled, crouched, jumped around in his dark yet colorful clothes, the lights of the torches and bonfire glistening on his jewelery and earrings... Adam was in awe and a deeper feeling, a basic want was starting to awaken in him while watching the boy. He briefly saw him before, but he never fell under his spell like this. His bright blue eyes darkened a bit as he was watching him from across the small clearing by the edge of the woods. He knew they lived nearby, and this was more for the gypsies' own entertainment than to the people on the streets. So he kept observing with a cup of wine, leaning against a tree trunk in the shadows.

As the day wore on, Thomas and his small tribe moved throughout the city, eventually making it back to the outskirts of Paris. They were close to the wooded area of where their current homes resided. Everyone had decided they had entertained the masses enough for the day, but yet they stayed on the streets to avoid any soldiers or locals that would want to drive them out. Such an unfortunate event has happened before, so the tribe stayed on the streets in case they would need to retreat quickly. Now they had their own bonfire to light their small camp (plus cook their vegetable stew) along with the street torches of the city. The young wives now watched over sleeping children (their husbands still with them eating and having joyous conversions), the Elders now sharing their wisdom or tales with young who asked and the children who were still awake. Thomas and those that were around his age all joked with another or danced, clearly not caring to entertain the people of France anymore but just themselves. They spoke in their own language, each one becoming teasing more and more and laughing. Right now Thomas was with the women, dancing like them, trying to prove that he, a man, could do it to, if not better.

The other men his age were the judges of the contest, right now Thomas was trying to beat his sisters in a show of shimming his hips along with shaking his bottom. Of course his own pair of harem pants didn't come with many decorative spangles around his waist, so to shake his ass elicited little to no noise from him. He laughed with them all, trying to ride off the feeling of being watched the entire time. He knew he was being watched, but this was different. This felt... almost like… someone was lusting for him. Thomas shivered, looking around still. He knew it was no one of the men of their small tribe since male-relationships were frowned upon due to the lack of children. Some didn't care if their children chose to be in these relationships, but that's because they usually had more than one heir to carry on their legacy and grant them the children to continue their line. However, for children like Thomas, the ones who only had one boy, it was unheard of to allow such a thing. Still, Thomas looked around, seeing none of the females upon them were even looking at him, each one too occupied with chatter, cooking, the children, or something else. The blonde rubbed his pale arms and went to go stand by his sister who was eating with her husband, their daughter fast asleep between them.

Thomas felt that same feeling again, this time as if someone was angry. Thomas, shivered once more, urging his family into offering him coats and blankets to fight against the cold, which he thankfully accepted. Now from this sudden feeling of being watched it was as if something was stirring deep inside of him as well, and it frightened him. He considered briefly if talking to the Elders would give him some clarity, but something inside of him told him the Elders wouldn't try to understand. He suddenly grew upset, but he couldn't fathom why, these feelings...

"I'm going to go for a walk," he mumbled aloud, now earning shocked stares and gasps from those near him. They all reminded him of how dangerous the streets could be during the nights for the Romani. The brothels did open at night, and how any of the owners could end up taking him next (for it was rumored among them that some brothels kidnapped their employees just for the sake of not having to pay them), or even be executed just for being a lone Romani.

It depended on which soldier they ran into. Most feared the new knight, hearing he would even take down his own men. Of course they hadn't known the circumstances, but still. Thomas was not to be deterred, wanting this walk to try and clear his mind. He promised he'd walk into the woods if it made his family feel better. After moments of hesitation they decided it was best to let him and start the small torches at home for they would follow soon.

So now, with torch in hand, Thomas began walking home rubbing his chest to try and rid himself of this feeling which seemed to be growing... stronger (?) the deeper he walked into the woods.

The knight kept watching that fragile-looking yet witty boy dancing with the women for a while. By the time he stopped and the group started to get ready to return to their camp, the tall man's head was filled not just with a light buzz from the wine he drank, but images of that boy naked and writhing under him like he did while dancing. That's why he felt a spark of anger from the depths of his soul when the blonde stopped dancing. Adam wanted to keep watching those exciting moves. Pulling back into the shadows he finished his cup of wine and put it back into the small leather pouch attached to his belt, ignoring his half-hard state.

Before he stopped to watch the Romani's activities - partly out of duty and partly because he was fascinated by their culture, even if they didn't stop to talk to him about it - Adam was on his way to a brothel he sometimes frequented. That deep need for the embrace of a hot and petite male body was burning in his veins again. Sometimes he had no choice but to satisfy that primal need so he could stop thinking about sticking his manhood into firm and tight asses and focus on his work instead. But now, now he got distracted by this petite blonde boy (for he was exactly his type) and his moves and that desire was still burning under his skin. It felt as if it was a different, darker part of him, something that demanded his attention time after time. Like an animal side that sometimes scared Adam so he tried to let it out every now and then to keep the balance. And that darker side's eye got caught on this boy.

He looked and... felt... different that the other boys Adam took into his bed or had a relationship with. Now he had no one except for the boys he visited at the two brothels he preferred. He heard that certain circles in the city heard about not just his work as a kinght, but his skills in bed too. No lover of his complained so far. They usually were blissed out once he left their money on the nightsand and took off for the rest of the night. Adam didn't really care about those rumors. He just made sure that unlike some of the other knights who visited such places and just took what they wanted, he gave something in return too.

The departing of the blonde boy from the group brought his attention back to the present and his darkening eyes watched as the slender fingers closed around a torch and the boy headed into the woods. It was unusual for the gypsies to roam alone in the city or even the forest, because of the dangers other people were to them, but this pretty male didn't seem that concerned about that. His stride was confident and the light of the torch wasn't shaking in his hold either. Adam liked that and he felt himself drawn towards the ring of light surrounding the figure. Like a moth to a flame he quietly started following him until the sounds and lights of the others vanished. His eyes were drinking in every detail of the boy. He had no idea what he was going to do next. It was as if his body had its own will and he was just following its command until he could circle around the boy and get ahead of him on the path he was following, clearly lost in his thoughts.

Leaning his shoulder against a tree on the side of the faint path, Adam waited until the boy got closer and the light of the torch fell on his broad and tall frame. He was wearing a simple but clean white shirt with baggy sleeves by his wrists, black leather pants and matching long leather boots.

"I'm sure you know it isn't safe to walk alone in the woods at this hour. You should be more careful, boy" he addressed the gypsy on a smooth voice, curious about his reaction. He knew he'd probably recognize Adam.

As he was lost in thoughts, Thomas knew he should have taken the roads they used to quickly get to their home in case of an emergency. Instead he took the little trail they were starting to form when it was the entire tribe walking together, the pathway slightly becoming worn and visible amongst the dirt. Had they really been here this long to create such a trail? A heavyhearted thought came to his mind at the thought of being forced out again. Yes, his people did like to travel (for they were mainly nomadic), but sometimes his own heart longed to just stay in one spot at a time.

As he walked, Thomas's bangles clinked a bit, his torch held steady but the blonde thought more and more about the feelings he had. Why was it when there was times when other people he had come across were very, very... strong… Thomas had found himself wanting to do nothing more but lay himself bare and take orders? It had nothing to do with their muscle strength but the way it seemed they could dominate people into doing what they wanted. Something inside of Thomas called out to that, but it was never as strong as it was now. The blonde shook his head, now keeping his eyes forward. It was a dangerous path his thoughts were taking, but the more he tried to rid himself of these thoughts, the more they continued to frequent.

Wait… he thought how this was the feeling he usually got when he encountered such dominate people in the past. Normally when such incidents were occurring… yet these feelings were still plaguing him. Did that mean someone was near? Had he been followed? Thomas swallowed, briefly wondering if he should have talked to the Elders or even his parents instead of trying to think this out on his own. He took a twist in his path, diverting them from the real route of their tribe.

Now, his eyes were scanning everywhere he could, this feeling still strong before his torch fell upon a tall figure. The Romani male stood frozen, eyes wide. The blonde took a moment to absorb all that he could about his follower. He was broad and built more strength for not ounce of fat was on him. He was one that oozed power (even just standing there), where Tomas was more for speed (since his people were never about fighting and ran if they could. They only struck if need be). The more details he took in about this male, the more his eyes widened, his hand slightly starting to sweat. This… this was that knight. The soldier who took down anyone. Even his own men. The Death Knight, the people of Romani were beginning to call him. Thomas cursed his reckless thinking in his own tongue, a brief movement from the knight causing Thomas to hold the torch in front of him as if it was a weapon.

<<Do not come any closer! I know who you are! Don't you dare come closer!>> he spat in the tongue of his people, his panic causing him to revert back to his original tongue. <<I am not afraid to strike, Death Knight!>> he continued on, trying his best to subtly take a few steps back, knowing he would need to put some distance between himself and the knight.

The bigger man found the blonde's expression a bit amusing although he didn't really want to scare him. It just sometimes... happened when he was in this... state of mind, so to say. His men, the criminals and the gypsies could take a glimpse at this darker side too. They called him 'the Death Knight'. He never really liked violence, but this part of him sometimes needed to release some built up tension. At least Adam liked to refer to that side as a separate entity, because otherwise his conflicting emotions and desires would've driven him crazy a very long time ago.

That nickname... he understood at least that from the strange language the boy started sputtering on. So Adam was right. He was recognized. Quickly weighing his options as the man stood in a defensive position, planning on using the torch as a weapon if needed, Adam slowly raised both hands up, palms shown to the other so he could see that he had no weapon in them and that he meant no harm. Of course he could've wrestled him to the ground to take his weapon, but he wasn't there for that. What was he there for, exactly? He didn't really know either.

"I know you understand French," he said and for a brief moment he felt a little bit homesick. It's been so long since he used English, his own mother tongue. But he quickly pushed that thought away and focused on the boy, who was ready to strike or flee. Either way he was pretty brave. "You have balls, boy. I like that," he murmured loud enough for him to hear. "Don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you or any of your people. I was just curious about you. The gypsy boy who dances like a woman..." he said but there was no mocking in his voice, more like respect for the boy's natural skill... and maybe a bit awe too. "What's your name, boy?"

Thomas was shaking where he stood, afraid of what the Death Knight could do to him. He was thinking of all the scenarios, trying to see what he could use to help him flee, but he feared no matter what… his fate was sealed. The Death Knight was the highest ranking knight in all of Paris right now, if he was on the prowl for someone… anyone who were to aide Thomas now would be a traitor. That feeling of falling in full submission to the male was so loud that he was sure the other could hear it.

Thomas held the torch more in front of him as the knight moved to... hold his hands up? The blonde was confused and it showed clearly on his face. Why was this male surrendering to him? It didn't make any sense… this was the Death Knight… the one rumored to simply kill… So why was it the blonde was finding himself lowering the torch, listening to what this knight was saying? He immediately wanted to gasp and hurl from the knight's comment.

"Such fowl and impure language you use! Must all of you knights be such beasts?!" he hollered a little bit too loudly in French, his face one of disgust. His people didn't use such slang that was coming up among the people. However, Thomas took a deep breath and decided he needed to play along. Right now the knight promised he wouldn't hurt his people, so the blonde tried to stay calm.

The blonde bit the inside of his cheek as he heard the comment about him dancing like a woman. So, he was watching... even then. Thomas clenched his free hand into a fist before releasing it. He didn't appreciate it, being watched like some type of prey. What thrill did this man get from stalking him like the way a wolf does the deer?

"Thomas," he spat out quietly before looking the knight in the eye. "Since you seem to have no business with my tribe, what do you want of me, knight? Seeing as how you've been on my trail for a while now…" It was stupid of him to inquire more, he knew… but better to get it over with than delay the inevitable.

Studying the fierce man in front of him, Adam took in not just his stance that seemed to be steady enough, but every detail of the petite face that was lit up by the torch. The unusual hair-cut kept one dark eye mainly hidden, the strong brown brows giving a character to the pale face. He had a longish nose with a cute upturn at the end, high cheek bones and a pair of full pouty lips framed by a jawline that was sharp enough to give him a manly appearance despite the other feminine features. He was the most beautiful creature Adam'd ever seen. And that mouth... He found himself mesmerized by it. It was screaming for kisses and bites and even being filled with...

Shaking his head and ignoring the slight throb in his leather pants he slowly pushed himself away from the tree and took a few steps to the side as if starting to circle his prey. Adam could feel a certain vibe from the blonde man. A vibe that he was lucky enough to encounter before. Some of the boys he had fucked had it in them, but this still felt different. It was there just under that pale and flawless skin. A need to submit to a stronger man. God, Adam hoped he'd be that stronger man one day...

Ignoring his comment about his supposed impure language Adam hummed. "Thomas..." he whispered, tasting the name on his tongue. It suited the boy somehow. He liked to say it while looking into those fierce yet cautious eyes. God, he wanted to tell him what he wanted of him, but he held his desires back, pushing that dark side under the surface. He didn't really understand why these urges were coming so strongly this time. Was it too long ago? Or was it the boy who stirred something up deep inside him?

"I'm drawn to you," he heard himself admit before he could stop. Maybe it wasn't the wisest to reveal this card yet, but that was the simple truth. "To you and your culture. Whatever you might've heard about me, I don't hate you or your people. I'm merely following orders," he explained. And what the hell was he doing?! Revealing such information about himself to this stranger! Information that could be dangerous to Adam's life if used against him. But at the same time, if anyone questioned his loyalty, he knew that people would probably believe him and not a gypsy boy's word. "I want to know more about you and your culture. If you'd trust me enough to tell."

The more he listened to the knight utter and go on about being drawn to him along with wanting to learn about his people, the angrier Thomas grew. "YOU LIAR! I will not be swayed by some fictitious tale! It is by the orders you knights follow and carry out that have lead to the execution of my people! Don't you lie to me about wanting to know of my people! The only way our kind can interact is when we Romani do whatever you beasts of impurity demand of us!" He paused then spoke with a voice laced with the deepest venom. "Your kind wants nothing more than to see us Romani burned or hanged."

It was dangerous talking to the Death Knight (or any knight really) in such a fashion, Thomas knew that, but he'd gladly die knowing he stuck up for his people than going down quietly. "As for being drawn to me…" Thomas simply glared at the ground as if it would tell him all the answers. "It is nothing but your beastly lust. I suggest you find that cure elsewhere, because I can assure you, it will never be I."

The glare Thomas gave was directed now to the knight, and it took everything in the blonde to not give in to his own primal lusts. He saw the way the knight stood now, seemingly unsatisfied with Thomas and his answers, his stance both giving off waves of power and demanding his attention. It both frightened and excited the blonde. He knew he would be burdening the Gods with his many prayers to help guide him through this and forgive his actions. Lost in his own musings again, Thomas had not seen the Death Knight come up to approach him, but when he did in his haste to get away, Thomas dropped his torch and backed away as far as he could, which was no more than a few feet away from him, the anger he once held already gone from his body.

Now leaning against the trunk of a tree, both men being illuminated by nothing except the full moon and the dying embers of his torch, Thomas's voice shook as he spoke from his spot. "Please Death Knight… I am the only but one Romani who has incurred your wrath. Do what you will to me, but spare my people. I will do whatever you want or tell you what you wish to know about my people's customs as you claimed, but please just spare them and me of death."

Thomas hoped he was making the right choice in this. Was he just creating more trouble using himself as a bargaining chip in order to save his people? Or was he actually doing something right? But what if this knight was merely a collector for the illegal brothels? He heard the slurs of drunk men after the women in his tribe, what would happen to him? A feminine Romani male in a brothel? Or worse, what if the Death Knight kept him as his own slave? All he had to do was threaten his people…

However, another part of himself murmured ideas of wanting to belong to this man. The blonde whimpered, so lost in thought mixed with fear, Thomas stood there, waiting for his verdict. None of his options looked good at the moment, but he stood there, even as he heard and felt the knight come closer to him. "Spare my people please. They never once have done a thing wrong to the people of France..."

Adam's handsome face flinched from the accusations the boy was shouting at him. Yes, he had to follow orders and most of the time it wasn't a big burden, but when he had to do things that were against his own liking, he had to grit his teeth together and do it anyway. He believed in order and sometimes he had to make sacrifices to do his job. And he was good at what he was doing. No wonder the people of Paris knew about him. But the backlash of that was when his hand was forced to do the things that earned him the title of the Death Knight. He could just imagine how some people saw him as a monster. Apparently Thomas wasn't an exception either. That in itself - although he could understand the blonde's point of view after all the injustice and pain his people had to endure - displeased Adam and that showed on his stance and face too. The previous nearly friendly and interested expression was gone, his features hardened and his eyes grew dark as a spark of anger ignited in them. No matter how much he fancied and lusted the boy, the knight couldn't let him get away with such behavior.

Before he knew, his long legs were taking him closer to Thomas, who suddenly seemed to realize the mistake he had just made and in his haste dropped the torch, bringing darkness on them. The boy backed away as fast as he could and found his back against a tree. From there Adam had time to stalk closer.

"First of all, I'm many things but NOT a liar," he said on an icy cold voice, the light of the moon illuminating the pale face and the round frightened eyes of the boy. But he was brave too telling such things to a knight. And he had the ability to realize that he was wrong in doing so and was ready to sacrifice himself for the safety of his people. He was much more than met the eye, Adam could tell. Still, that darker part of him wanted to roar violently and painfully when the boy said that he'd be never Adam's, but the knight didn't do that, of course. He just walked closer until their clothes were nearly touching. Towering over Thomas, now Adam could see just how shorter and slimmer the other man was.

And god, he begged so beautifully! Even if it was for his and his group's lives. Adam wished that he would beg for something else with much less clothes involved. Was the boy right? Was he a lusting beast? Why couldn't he control his sexual urges around him? Why did he want to see him kneel in front of him with need and lust in his big brown eyes? Why couldn't he push these thoughts out of his mind? His erect cock was throbbing in his leather-pants as he lifted a hand to stroke the blonde fringe out of the frozen boy's pretty face. It was probably the opposite of what Thomas expected. Not a punch or a slap, but a fairly gentle gesture.

Adam's eyes narrowed and darkened some more, appearing black instead of its usual piercing blue. "You insulted me when I talked to you openly. According to the tales you heard about me, I should punish you now, right? Even kill you and your people. Because the Death Knight does that the best, doesn't he?" he asked, bitterness mixing into his words towards the end. "I should be the monster you believe I am," he murmured, his expression softening a bit as he gently caressed the flawless pale skin of Thomas' cheek. "But I'm not a monster and you'll see. I will find you again and I'll show you that there's a man behind that mask. A man you'll want to call your own. A man you've been lusting for all these years without knowing," he said, confidence replacing the bitterness in his voice, and not being able to hold back anymore (god, this boy smelled so good!) he leaned forward and pressed their lips together, his tongue soon finding its way into the moist heat to chase the boy's.

"Forgive me..forgive me Dea…" the blonde paused swallowing thickly. The knight was closing in on him, the distance between them shrinking more and more but like a terrified rabbit against a hungry wolf, Thomas found he could not move from his spot. Deep down he wanted to simply bow, hand himself over to this man, wear his marks, but Thomas could not allow it! He needed to save himself for his wife. The one that would give him children, help him carry on his family name… this knight… was nothing but bad news. They all were. They all gave nothing more once they were through with their lies, and their poor victims were those among the dead or the imprisoned. However, Thomas dared to feel a small amount of hope. After all, this man so far has graciously spared him? At least for now while he seemed to still find Thomas amusing.

"Forgive me, knight. I misspoke from my anger. I didn't think with clarity," the blonde murmured low, almost too low now that the knight stood in front of him speaking. It was at this time that the blonde remembered his Elders of the clan mentioning to keep a close check on his emotions, because they could get in the way of great importance. He didn't believe it until now.

By now Thomas was more than terrified by what the other male could do to him in this moment. He seriously insulted the knight, the ones who are held up higher than all, especially over the "insect" Romani. The hurt and somewhat anger was swirling between them in the air, the cold wind was doing nothing but making the blonde boy shiver and quake even more. Now the knight was in even closer proximity, close enough that their clothes were almost touching. As the knight stood there examining him, Thomas's heart began to beat wildly, his mind going even further down it's rabbit hole. What would happen to him now? The knight had him alone and pinned, and he knew it would be fruitless for Thomas to fight back in any way... this is the end, his mind supplied.

However, all thoughts quelled at the feel of a soft hand against his cheek. It was gentle, one that was meant for a lover yet… it was just him and the knight. "…what? I don't understand…" he murmured low, too low for even his own ears, but Thomas gave himself a few moments to treasure the touch, much to his inner-self's liking. He quickly pulled away (or tried to) as soon as he realized what he was doing. The gypsy was expecting to be hit, slapped, thrown around until the knight no longer found it amusing and ended him. Not… not this! Not be confused by him with this! Now the blonde was confused about what the knight was saying! "I don't…" he weakly argued, mind trying in vain to catch up with what was occurring around him.

What? Call his own? Who has he lusted for? Thomas does not lust for anyone! He was not a beast! But any argument or sensible word he could attempt to think of was again silenced when Thomas felt the warm lips pressed to his own. The blonde stood frozen and unresponsive at first, even as he felt the arms of the knight wrap around his waist, pressing their bodies firmly together. A small whimper escaped Thomas now that he could feel the knight's erected cock rub against him. Maybe this was what the knight wanted all along? To have Thomas's purity? Now deciding that he needed to act, Thomas placed his hands on the knight's chest, ready to push him off before he was again taken by surprise by the tongue now invading his mouth. It felt different, it was warm, and the taste it provided was dangerously sweet yet had something a little more that he wanted to taste.

The blonde's once wide eyes were closed now as he lost himself in this kiss, the hands that meant to push back were clinging to the knight's shirt, his hips now rubbing against the taller male with just as much (if not more) fervor as their tongues danced with one another, Thomas mainly following the lead of the knight.

It was when he felt a strong and powerful urge of desire that Thomas gasped and forced himself to break from this kiss, his hands now pushing the (surely confused) knight at arms length. His loins ached with desire, his body sensitive to every little touch, but he refused every single attempt the knight tried to make again.

"I-I-I cannot do this! I cannot be tainted before my wedding day! Please stop this knight! I cannot be soiled for my future wife!" the blonde paused, waiting and watching in light fear as it seemed the knight was struggling to give in. "Please knight… please go. Nothing good will come out of this..." he murmured before waiting, going the opposite direction of the knight when he finally gave in and left.

Thomas headed to the river, where he used the cold water to freeze his burning lusting body that he could not pleasure. Finally, after a few hours of soak in the water, Thomas headed back to his clan, not even bothering with those who waited for him, just heading to his tent, and going into a restless sleep filled with dreams of a raven haired knight and all the wonders he could give.

Thomas would make sure the knight never saw him again.

Damn, this boy tasted so good! Sweet and spicy and nothing or no one Adam had ever tasted. There was something there. Something wild and primal. That need the knight had felt on Thomas before. It was there in that kiss, in the touch of their lips and in the dance of their tongues. He never wanted to stop kissing him. It felt right. As if a piece of him just found its place where it was supposed to be. This strong feeling surprised Adam and he just deepened the kiss, pulling the boy flush against his hard body. That light whimper that escaped Thomas made Adam's knees go a bit weak and his tongue chasing the blonde's a bit faster. His arms tightened a bit more around the tiny body. God, how was it possible that this gypsy boy was fitting him so perfectly?!

He felt the slender hands sliding on his broad chest, probably wanting to push him away, but instead they fisted in the knight's white shirt and held on to it tightly. Oh he could feel the wanton rubbing of Thomas's hips against Adam's and feeling the smaller man's arousal nearly made Adam lose his mind. He was so willing, so perfect! Just waiting for Adam to take what was his! Wait, what? His? Where the hell did that thought come from?

He couldn't figure it out though because Thomas finally broke the kiss and slightly out of breath asked him to stop. Adam tried to move forward again, ignoring the hands on his chest, but his pleading reached his ears and the kinght was just staring at the beautiful face. The previously pale cheeks were graced with a deep flush that was clearly visible in the moonlight. Just like the wetness on the plump and now little swollen red lips. He was so gorgeous that Adam could've messed up his pants only from staring at him long enough.

Thomas wanted him too! There was no doubt about that now. He felt his body's reactions. He saw the lust in the dark eyes, even if Thomas tried to listen to the rational part of his mind. At least Adam knew about the 'keeping one's purity' custom. Damn, that complicated things for Adam, but he saw enough tonight to know that his efforts would be crowned by the reward he was longing for so much: Thomas and his consent.

With a dark satisfied smile on his handsome face he retreated into the forest, knowing that the boy would remember him and his promise now. And Adam would do everything in his might to have him. He doubted it was just about lust. He didn't want the boy only to warm his bed for a few nights. He was somehow different from every single person he had met so far. And that intrigued Adam and his darker side for some reason.

On his way through the forest - when he was sure no one was around - he stopped and leaned against a tree, unlacing his leather pants to haul his still painfully hard cock out, a shiver running through him from the cooler night air on the oversensitive exposed skin. Spitting into his palm he made quick work on pleasuring himself. He closed his eyes and licked his lips where the boy's taste was still lingering. He imagined his oiled manhood slamming into the tight and pale untouched body of the gypsy boy, or that sinful mouth opening up to take his cock, the red lips stretching thin around him, eyes begging for his seed. And that image - Thomas swallowing his juices - made Adam lose it with a loud moan just after a few rough tugs, his seed spurting out with a nearly painful force until there was nothing left.

He had to go and sleep then talk to his supervisor and friend in the morning. He had to stay close to this mysterious boy.

Part 2

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