Alen walked across the yard, heading towards one of the army buildings. He glanced up, shaking his head when he saw the dark clouds on the darkening sky. He didn't like what he saw; it would be pouring soon. He hoped that Grenseal was off duty already, and somewhere inside these buildings. They had both caught a flu a few weeks ago. They were better now, but still recovering from it. The dark-haired knight didn't want either of them to get sick again.

He reached his destination, a military office building. He opened the door, glancing up at the sky again before entering. The weather didn't look good at all... He sighed. Delivering these documents from General McDohl to one of the captains was the last thing he had to do today, so it didn't matter. Once this was done, he could go take a hot bath and then sleep. Maybe cuddle up next to Grenseal and hold him close...

"That would be nice..." he mumbled to himself, then stopped in front of one of the doors and knocked. When he heard something from the room, he entered and greeted the two men inside.

"Alen. Did Lord McDohl send something?" asked the younger one.

"Yes, Captain Coldbird. These reports... I think Master Teo mentioned something about them earlier," the knight replied.

"He did." The captain smiled and took the papers from the young man.

While the captain studied the documents, Alen glanced at the other man in the room. It was General Kasim Hazil. Not that the young knight would have felt himself uncomfortable this close to someone that high-ranking; he worked for General Teo McDohl, after all. Alen and Grenseal had recently graduated from the Academy, and they were now Teo's closest officers.

The young swordsman took a deep breath, gave the general a mildly nervous smile and looked away.

Captain Coldbird finished checking the papers Alen had given him. He smiled at the red-clad knight. "Everything seems to be in order... Thank you. You can go."

"Yes, Sir." Alen turned to leave.

"Wait." Kasim stepped forward and looked at the knight. "Alen... You're one of Teo's closer men. I think there's something you could do for me... Teo went home already, right?"

"He did, Sir," the brown-eyed knight answered. "What can I help you with?"

"Just a second... Wait in the corridor, I'll finish the conversation we were having here..."

Alen nodded and exited the room. He walked to the window and looked outside. It was raining.

General Kasim came out a few minutes later and looked at the younger man. "Ah, there you are. Follow me."

The general took Alen to his office and searched through a pile of official documents on his desk. Alen stood by the door, not sure what he was expected to do.

"Here. Will you take these to Teo? They're a bit urgent, so..." Kasim walked to him and handed him a folder that seemed to contain several sheets of paper.

The young knight gave the other man a half-smile. "Of course, Sir. I'll take these to him right away."

"Good!" The general laughed a bit. "Teo will kill me tomorrow for this... Sending him papers this late in the evening. Well, just take them to him, and blame it all on me if he asks anything. Those are important documents, so the sooner he gets them, the better."

"I understand, Sir. Well, good night." Alen smiled slightly and left, not remembering the rain outside.

He did remember when he walked out of the building and was greeted by the water pouring down from the clouds. His mantle was wet after a few minutes outside. He decided that he had to keep the folder dry, so he slipped it under his clothes, hoping that it would not get wet before he would reach the McDohl Mansion. Going to his room to change clothes and get something waterproof was out of the question - he had said he would deliver the papers to General McDohl immediately, and he was fanatic enough to do just that.

It was dark now; Alen thanked the street lamps as he walked along the streets towards the McDohl residence. Not that the lamps helped much in the rain, but still, it was enough.

He was drenched when he reached his destination. He knocked on the door, coughing a bit in the cold air.

"Goodness," exclaimed the blond manservant who opened the door. "Alen! Inside, now!"

Before the knight had a chance to say anything, Gremio had dragged him inside and had him sitting in a chair in the entrance hall.

"You're all wet! Let me..." the blond started, kneeling in front of him, but the dark-haired man shook his head.

"I... just came to bring these papers to Lord Teo..." The young swordsman drew the folder - which was amazingly still dry - out from under his shirt and showed it to Gremio.

"But...!"

"I'll be fine. I'm going back now..." Alen got up, shivering a little. "Would you... please give the folder to Master Teo? General Kasim said the documents are very importa-..." His last line was cut off as he started coughing. He fell back down in the chair, and Gremio caught the folder before it slipped from the knight's hands.

Someone came down the stairs and stopped to look at the two. "What are you doing, Gremio? And who was knocking on the do-... Alen!?"

"Master Teo! Alen is... We have to get him warm; he's drenched! He'll catch something..." The manservant stood up, looking at the master of the house.

The tall general cursed silently, then stepped closer to the young knight. "Gremio... You know, Alen and Grenseal were both sick just a week ago. Go get him some hot tea, I'll take him to my bed..."

"Of course...!" The green-cloaked man hurried off.

Alen was still coughing. Every piece of his clothing was wet, so he was trembling from the cold. His head was hurting, and his lungs were killing him. He closed his eyes, not aware that his master was in the room. He felt tired. He mumbled something unclear as someone picked him up and carried him up the stairs.

The dark-eyed knight was mostly half-asleep, but somehow he knew that he was going to have a pounding headache when he woke up. He sighed as he was laid in bed and someone started to remove his clothes.

A young boy stopped by the door. "Dad?"

Teo stopped undressing Alen for a short moment and glanced at his son. "Garrett... Weren't you supposed to go to bed? Never mind, Gremio will put you there as soon as... Hmm. Would you do me a favor, son? Go get me a towel."

"Sure." The boy went to retrieve the item his father had asked for. He returned a minute later.

"Here you go." The dark-haired boy smiled and handed the towel to his father, who had just finished taking the wet clothes off the young knight.

"Thank you, Garrett." General McDohl started to dry Alen's face and short black hair. The knight murmured something, but didn't open his eyes. Young Garrett sat down on the other side of the wide double bed, his eyes following his father's every move.

About five minutes passed, then Gremio arrived with the hot tea. Teo took it from him as the younger McDohl caught the manservant's attention.

"Young Master...! What are you doing here? You should be in bed!"

"Aww. But Gremio... Dad said you'd come to put me to bed soon, so I waited here." The boy smiled to his guardian, got up and walked to the door. "Okay then, time to go... Good night, dad."

"Good night, Garrett. Sweet dreams." Teo glanced at his dark-haired son as the boy left the room, followed by the blond man. Then the general turned to study the incoherent young man who was lying in his bed under the blankets. He slipped his arm under the knight's shoulders and lifted him up a little.

"Mmh..." Alen stirred a bit as someone lifted his upper body off the soft sheets.

The dark-haired general put the cup on the younger man's lips. "Here... Drink."

Alen tasted the hot tea, then tried to back away, but the general was holding him firmly. The knight was forced to drink more.

"Too... hot..." the young man objected, but was unable to fight back.

"All of it... Good boy, Alen." General McDohl placed the empty cup on the nightstand and laid the younger man back in the bed, covering the cool form with the blankets. Alen curled up and pressed his cheek against the pillow, giving up to the weariness that had taken over his body some time ago.

Teo smiled to himself, took off his clothes and lay down in the bed next to the young swordsman. Alen's skin was cold; the general drew the knight closer and wrapped the remaining blanket around the both of them. He stroked the dark hair until he was sure that the younger man was asleep, and then closed his eyes, falling asleep as well.

Alen woke up in the morning with a headache, but it was not as bad as he had expected. The hot drink had obviously had some herbs in it. And...

Nothing. That was all he could remember. The rain outside, the cold night, the McDohl residence, hot tea, that he hadn't been feeling too well and had been sure that he would get headache. He gave it a little thought, and remembered that Gremio had opened the door. Also...

"The papers..." he murmured to himself, forcing his eyes open. I must make sure Master Teo got the papers.

He tried to get up, but his body resisted. He blinked when he realized that he wasn't sure about where he was. He was in bed, naked, but... Well, the room was somehow familiar. But at the same time... He could guess that he was in the McDohl Mansion, but this was not one of the guest rooms.

He was just about to recognize the room when someone entered. The young swordsman turned to see who it was, and when he saw it was General McDohl who was dressed in a bathrobe, he looked quickly away.

"M-master Teo..."

"Good morning, Alen. Slept well?"

Since the younger man didn't answer, the general walked calmly to the other side of the room and stopped by the bed. Alen hid in the sheets and avoided looking at the other man. By now, he had realized where he was. This was Lord Teo's bedroom. Being here was an honor for him... but he had no idea why exactly he was here.

"What is it, Alen?" the dark-haired general asked calmly. "Are you alright?"

The young knight looked at the other man carefully. "Master Teo... Why am I...? This is... your bed."

Teo smiled, threw the bathrobe on the bed and started to get dressed. "Of course it's my bed. I brought you here after you came to the mansion last night. You were soaked. And it was cold outside... We had to get you warm. Alen... Didn't you think at all before leaving the garrison? You should've gotten yourself some waterproof clothes before..."

The younger man rolled over when Teo got rid of the bathrobe. His face had just turned red, and he didn't want the general to notice. Besides, he couldn't look at the other man; the general didn't have any clothes on. He listened to the speech, trying to make some sense out of all this.

"...So, Alen. Why did you come here that late, anyway?"

"I..." The young knight started. "But... didn't Gremio...? The folder... I told him to..."

The tall general got his shirt on and turned to look at Alen. "Oh, those papers? Gremio mentioned something this morning... said that he put the folder on my desk. He was very sorry that he didn't give me those yesterday, but we were both too busy worrying about you, so it doesn't really matter."

"Mmh."

The brown-eyed general sat on the bed and shook his head, laughing a bit. "In the name of the Empire, why are you acting so shy? Haven't you really seen me naked before? If I remember correctly, you have - we've bathed together. So, stop that. Besides, I'm half-dressed already."

"Lord Teo... I..." Alen turned slowly, knowing that there was no way he could hide his embarrassment now. He just took a deep breath and looked at his master.

"Oh, Alen..." The general smiled in a friendly manner. "What's wrong?"

"Well, this is... you see... I... I'm honored that you brought me here. But, uh..." Suddenly, one thought crossed his mind, and he didn't realize he said it aloud until it was too late. "Er... Where did you sleep?"

"Here, why? There's room for three people in the bed, anyway." Teo couldn't hide his amusement.

"B-but..."

"But what? Oh for heaven's sake, Alen! You and Grenseal sleep right next to me in my tent when we're in a war camp. And..." Teo paused for a second. "You two are welcome here anytime. Consider yourselves special, if you want. Well, there's only one person besides you that I allow to sleep in my bed, and I think you can guess who that is. Anyway..."

"But Master Teo! I..." Alen blushed bright red. "I... Sir, that's too much. I'm not worthy of..."

The general stood up and resumed getting his clothes on. "And why wouldn't you be? You and Grenseal... You're like sons to me. And as I said, there's plenty of room in the bed. Although I think Garrett prefers to go to Gremio's bed... Oh well. Mind getting up, I think I need help with this armor..."

Alen never hesitated if his master asked for something, so he got up from the bed to help the general with the armor. He did, however, wrap one of the sheets around his waist before going over to where the older man was.

"Thank you, Alen," the older man said when the task was finished. "You might want to get dressed. Better go to work, it's late in the morning already..."

"Of course, Master Teo. I... I hope I'm not the reason why you're still here..."

"One of the reasons, but it doesn't matter. I'll go check those papers now... You get ready, and go get some breakfast from Gremio. He's in the kitchen."

"Yes, Sir."

What Alen couldn't guess was that he would see those papers again very soon. General Teo had checked them in the morning and had talked with Kasim about the matter, but that only led to the fact that Lord McDohl ended up taking that case to himself. There was a lot of papers to go through, which led to the fact that Teo had to spend that evening studying the files.

The next day, he gave up and asked the young knights over to the McDohl Mansion to assist him with the paperwork. He hated to admit it, but it was too much for one man alone. So, later in the afternoon after their other duties, the three were sitting in Lord McDohl's study, slowly going through the papers.

"So, what next?" asked Grenseal, putting down a file. "There was nothing in these..."

"Keep looking, we'll find it eventually. Alen?" The black-haired general looked at the other knight.

"Nothing, Sir," the dark-eyed man replied.

"Just keep looking... Yes, I know we've been doing this for two hours now. I shouldn't have agreed to do this... But I owe Kasim one; he took care of some things for me, so..." Teo concentrated on the papers again.

"Master Teo," Alen said after a few minutes had passed. "You don't have to feel guilty. We're happy to assist you with this."

Teo raised his head and smiled. "I know. That's why I am feeling guilty, actually. I already spent one evening with these papers, and now we have to spend another. This is a total waste of time, a job that some strategists should be doing, not us. But... Ah, let's just get this over with."

The knights nodded to their lord and resumed looking through the huge pile of official documents.

It was getting late, but the three didn't pay attention to the time that passed. There was a lot of things in the papers, and each time they found something, they ended up looking for something similar related to what they had found. It was dark outside, but the general's study had good lighting. All three had ended up getting rid of their armor hours ago; it just made it difficult to work.

General McDohl had gotten them something to eat and drink some time ago. He couldn't ask Gremio; the manservant had accompanied young Garrett who had left around noon, heading to a noble's mansion outside Gregminster. One of the boy's friends was having a big birthday party, and the young McDohl would also be spending the night there. Cleo and Pahn were also out of the question - they were in Lenankamp, taking care of some things for the general. They had been away for two days already, and would come back next week. It didn't matter; Teo didn't mind getting the food himself.

After eating, they had abandoned the plates and other things to the sideboard, knowing that Gremio would clean up the place tomorrow. They studied the papers, going through details, discussing shortly if there was anything that had some connection with the things General Teo had promised to take care of.

They were stuck searching for some legal detail, when they could hear a knock on the front door.

"Who can it be this late..." The tall general mumbled, annoyed by the fact that someone was disturbing him when he was trying to concentrate on the papers.

"I'll go see." Alen jumped to his feet and was gone in a few seconds.

The red-clad knight returned shortly. "Master Teo...?"

"Yes?"

"It's someone from the stables. He said something about a horse of yours getting ready to give birth..."

"Already? Oh, dammit..." Teo got up from his chair. He had a few expensive horses, and one mare was supposed to foal soon, but this was a bit too soon. And he sure didn't want to lose the horse.

"Is it a bad thing?" Grenseal asked.

"Kind of. Listen... it's way too late for you two to go back to the garrison. Stay here and continue looking through the papers, I'll be back shortly. I hope. If I don't come back and you get tired, just go to sleep. We'll continue when I get back, or most likely, in the morning." The general took his cloak and headed out before the young knights had a chance to say anything.

There was a brief silence, then the younger man looked at his friend. "Well? Should we get back to work?"

Alen nodded. "That's what Master Teo requested. I'm not feeling tired, so..."

"Here, take a look at these." The dark-blond man handed the other man some papers.

About an hour and a half later, the dark-haired man yawned and stretched himself. He had been sitting on the floor in somewhat uncomfortable position for some time now.

"Sleepy?" his friend asked, raising his head from the paper he had been reading.

"Nah, just... Mmmh... Okay, maybe a little tired. Or maybe it's not that... My shoulders are tense. I should've gotten up. The chair is much more comfortable than..."

"Come here, I'll give you a massage," the green-clad man offered with a smile.

"Gren? Don't smile like that. I start getting certain kinds of ideas... And considering where we are, that wouldn't be a very good idea. But otherwise, offer accepted." Alen moved to where his friend - and lover - was and sat on the floor in front of the chair. The other man started massaging his shoulders.

"Tense alright..." Grenseal kneaded his friend's strained muscles.

"Ouch..." The older man almost withdrew.

"Did that hurt? Sorry. Let's see... Get that uniform off. And preferably the shirt, too. Should be easier if..." Without waiting for a reply, he started to undress the older man.

"Gren!" Alen looked startled. "What if Lord Teo comes back?"

"So what? I'm just giving you a massage. And I doubt that he'll come back soon, anyway... If I understood correctly, it's one of his very expensive horses. He'll stay there until he can be sure that the mare is going to be alright."

"Guess so..." The dark-haired knight gave up. He took off his uniform and shirt, baring his very good-looking upper body. His friend grinned and resumed what he had been doing.

Grenseal continued massaging Alen for some time. Almost half an hour later, he stopped to stretch his hands, and leaned down to kiss Alen's shoulder. The older man giggled and pushed him away.

"Hey... Don't do that. It makes me think about things I should not think about here..."

"Ah, really? Things like...?"

"Pushing you down to the floor and..." Alen turned and caressed his friend's thigh.

The dark blond smiled. "Mmm, I think I would like that. But... maybe not. Well, it's late, and still no sign of Master Teo. I say we go to bed. And maybe..."

"Grenseal! We're at the McDohl Mansion! I wouldn't dare..." The dark-eyed man looked at his friend.

The green-eyed man smirked mischievously. "Yes, we are. Now, remember what you told me yesterday morning? About the night you spent here, how you slept next to Master Teo and he said we're welcome to use his bed?"

"Yes, but..."

The younger man shrugged. "I don't see many other choices, really. No other beds are ready. Gremio is not here to make us beds in the guest room, either."

"I'm too tired to do that myself... I guess we are out of options." Alen stood up and glanced around the room. "Still a lot of work to do, but it can wait till the morning..."

"Off we go, then... to Lord Teo's bedroom. He won't mind, believe me."

The young knights turned off the lights from the study, only leaving the few candles that they took with them. They closed the door behind them and went to their master's bedroom. It was dark, save some dim light coming from the window.

"Well, here we are, then... Cover the window, I'll get the bed ready." Alen put his candle on the nightstand and drew the coverlet off the soft sheets and blankets. Grenseal did what he had been asked to do, then walked to his friend.

"There." He yawned and started to undress himself, organizing his clothes on the chair next to the bed.

"You know, Gren..." the older knight said as he was getting rid of the rest of his clothes. "I'm not so sure about this..."

"Where do you suggest we sleep, then?" the other man asked.

"I don't know... Gremio's room?"

"Shut up and climb in."

Alen gave up and climbed in between the cool sheets. After they had settled in the bed, he blew out the candles. "Good night, Grenseal."

"Good night."

Half an hour later Alen found himself awake, lying very close to his friend. He reached out to stroke the light-brown hair while trying to find a better position to lie in. To his surprise, Grenseal rolled over on his stomach, leaned his head on his friend's shoulder and sighed contentedly.

"Can't sleep, Alen?" he whispered.

The dark-haired man raised his head. "Oh, you're awake?"

"Yeah. I was having an interesting dream, and I woke up."

Suddenly, the older man blushed and giggled. "An interesting dream indeed... You're... hard."

Grenseal smiled innocently, caressing his friend's upper body. He rested his head on the older man's chest, and grinned to himself when he noticed that Alen was reacting to him. He slipped his hand between his friend's legs and fondled gently.

"Gren! Think about where we are! We can't... Mmmh..."

"Sure, my dream was interesting... But look who can't even hold me close without getting..." The younger man smiled as he moved his hand on the hard length. His friend mumbled a protest, but wrapped his arms around him.

The dark blond kept touching the other man. Alen squirmed a little, unable to stop himself from wanting this. He was still aware of where they were, and wanted to object... but just couldn't. His body wanted this, while his mind was screaming at him to stop this. He tried to gather his thoughts for one last time, and that proved to be a difficult task.

Gods, I... think I'm... losing control over my body here... Aah... Gren...

The dark-haired man writhed powerlessly as Grenseal continued fondling him, starting to kiss him everywhere. He closed his brown eyes and moaned silently, unable to think anymore.

By now, the younger man had realized that he had to take the lead - Alen was far too uncertain to do that right now, especially here. Grenseal didn't mind; this wasn't the first time he was doing this, and he knew that Alen was enjoying himself.

This isn't going to be easy, though, Grenseal thought. We don't have any...

He glanced around the dark room, and something caught his eye. I'll take that back; I think we do.

"Alen..." he murmured. The older man just sighed and breathed heavily. The dark blond smiled and kissed his lover before sitting up. "Just lie there... I'll be right back."

"Where... are you... going?" Alen asked slowly, disappointed by the fact that Grenseal was no longer close to him.

"I'm right here..." The younger man got up from the bed and walked over to the small table next to the door. He picked up the bottle on it and looked at it, grinning to himself.

This really is what I thought it was... an oil bottle. Hmm. Some fine, scented oil... Well, from what I know, Gremio massages Lord Teo's shoulders from time to time. That's what this is for. Heh... This would've been handy earlier. Well, it's gonna be very handy now...

He returned to the bed, lay down next to Alen and leaned down to kiss his friend, who responded eagerly. He opened the oil bottle, rubbed some of the contents on his hands and his member, then put the bottle on the nightstand. He resumed caressing the older knight, who put his arms around him again, shivering slightly from pleasure.

The older swordsman made a final attempt take control of his own body, but failed. The other man had only been gone for about a minute, so he had had no time to calm down. He moaned as the younger man began caressing his body again. The dark blond kissed him, then moved down to the older man's chest and started nibbling one pink nub with his teeth, sliding his left hand lower between Alen's legs.

The dark-eyed knight mewed softly as two oiled fingers entered him. He blinked, then gave in as his body broke into small shudders.

"Aahn..."

The green-eyed knight smiled and gave the older man another passionate kiss, pressing his body close to the other's. His fingers moved inside the dark-haired man, finding the most sensitive spots and rubbing over them. Alen could only moan and squirm, while Grenseal occupied his right hand with the older man's hard organ.

"Mmmh... aah... Grenseal..."

The younger knight chuckled as he teased the older man's nipples with his lips. "What, Alen?"

"Aah... Gren... Stop... torturing me and... do it," the dark-haired man panted, caressing his friend's back. His whole body felt hot, and his lower body was on fire. The only thing that could take the heat away was Grenseal.

The dark blond lifted his head. "You sure?"

"I can't take this... any longer... Please..."

"If you want..." Grenseal kissed the older man's shoulder, then shifted his position a little, sliding his right hand under Alen's back. Carefully, he replaced his fingers with his member and thrust in slowly, not wanting to hurt his friend. The dark-haired knight yelped, lifted his hips from the sheets and pressed against the hard length that filled him.

"Aaahn... Gren..."

The younger man's breathing turned rapid, but he held the control over his body. He thrust in slowly, then a bit faster, finding a steady rhythm that pleasured Alen the most.

The older knight arched his back, mewing and panting as he gave himself to the younger man. He wrapped his legs around Grenseal, closing his eyes and letting the bliss take over. It had been a long time since he had been on the receiving end, and he had almost forgotten how good it felt.

Grenseal leaned down and pressed his lips against the other man's lips. His tongue probed the brown-eyed man's mouth, while he slipped his hand between them and started fondling Alen's hard member again. The older man moaned, pressing his body against Grenseal's.

Alen strained, then relaxed for a second, and then his body tensed again. Grenseal's every move was driving him closer and closer to release. He arched his back again and again, not even trying to hold back. The younger man's member pressed against the weakest spot inside him, and that was making him insane from pure pleasure.

He arched yet again, then shook his head and tightened his grip on his lover's shoulders. He took a few ragged breaths before he cried out loud as an orgasm consumed him.

"Gren...seal... Aaaaah...!!"

The younger swordsman gasped for breath, panting. The very second he could feel Alen giving up, he realized he couldn't take it any longer himself. He bit his lip, trying to prevent himself from crying out as he came.

"Mmmmh...!"

After he had emptied out, he slackened on top of the other man, totally spent. The older swordsman breathed slowly, his hands still around Grenseal. He smiled a bit, stroked the dark-blond hair and relaxed.

A few minutes passed, then Grenseal used the last of his strength and pulled himself off the older man's body. He lay down next to the dark-haired knight, drew the blankets over them and wrapped his arms around the other man. Alen leaned on his shoulder, smiling tiredly.

"Grenseal...?" the older man whispered, nuzzling his lover a little.

The green-eyed man looked at him through his half-closed lids. "Mmh?"

The dark-haired knight smiled and yawned, feeling very tired. "Not... bad. I like it when you do it like that... But where did you learn to do it so... perfectly?"

Grenseal smiled back, looking at his friend's face. There was just barely enough light in the room for him to see the other man.

"I had a good teacher."

Alen laughed quietly and nuzzled his friend's shoulder again before he let the exhaustion take over his body. The younger man closed his eyes as well, holding his friend close as they both drifted off to sleep.

It was early in the morning; sun would rise in about an hour. Teo sighed as he opened the front door of the house. He wouldn't be getting that much sleep tonight, but he didn't care. He was in a good mood. It had been a long battle, but the results were very satisfying. The animal healer had been very experienced. Not only had the mare been saved, but General Teo now had another horse, a light gray colt.

"Hmm. Maybe I should give it to Garrett... He might like it. And when the colt grows up, Garrett will be old enough to join the army..."

He walked upstairs, concentrating on taking his cloak off. He was tired, but pleased with the fact that everything had gone well. Of course, he still had a pile of paperwork to do... Well, that could wait until later. He felt like he could use a few hours of sleep right now.

He opened the door to his bedroom and walked in. He was just putting the cloak down on a chair when he noticed that his bed was occupied. He smiled to himself.

"You two..." He whispered, shaking his head. "Good. This means that you trust me..."

He circled around the bed and leaned down to move one of the blankets a little, since he would be needing one if he wanted to sleep. Alen mumbled something and curled up in the other knight's arms. Teo raised an eyebrow; he hadn't noticed the two were sleeping in each other's arms. He shrugged and moved the blanket to the other side of the bed where he would be resting.

...Wait a minute.

He turned to look at the two again, then carefully removed the blankets that covered the young knights. The two were very close to each other, and...

The general's expression turned from brief shock into a cunning smile.

Alen, Grenseal... Ha. I was sure I saw you two kissing back when you were in the Academy. So, I was right...

Grenseal sought the warmth of his friend when the blankets were removed. The dark-haired knight leaned on him, and then the two just lay there, resting peacefully. Teo studied them for a while, then shook his head, still smiling.

You forgot to clean yourselves after... Heh.

He covered the young men again and went to get some warm water and clean sheets. When he returned, he drew the blankets off the knights again. He lifted Grenseal to the other side of the bed and moved Alen to the other, then removed the sheets from the bed, being extra careful not to wake the young men.

He threw the sheets on the floor and replaced them with the clean ones, again very careful with the knights. For some reason, the two seemed to be so exhausted that they barely stirred when the general touched them. After he had changed the sheets, he laid both young men comfortably where they had been sleeping. He covered them with the blankets, but not wholly.

"Let's see now..."

The tall general took a cloth from where he had the water and sat on the rim of the bed. His eyes examined the two knights, until he came to the conclusion that Grenseal had been on top. Thus, he decided to clean him first.

That didn't take him too long, as all he needed to do was clean the dark blond's lower abdomen. He patted the young knight's knee after he had finished and covered him with the blankets. Grenseal just rolled over.

"Your turn, Alen..." Teo whispered, smiling a bit.

He cleaned what was on the young man's skin, then grinned to himself and turned the knight around so he was lying on his stomach. He spread Alen's legs carefully, then washed his hands and pressed a finger cautiously inside the dark-haired knight. Alen mumbled something incoherent, straining a bit.

The dark-eyed general smiled to himself as he cleaned what was inside the young man, then swiped off the rest from Alen's buttocks.

"There we go..." He patted the knight's shoulder. Alen sighed in his sleep and nuzzled his master's hand. Teo touched the young man's cheek gently before he covered him and moved him carefully where he had been sleeping; in Grenseal's arms.

The dark-haired general smiled again, shook his head slightly and stood up. He took the water and the sheets away and returned to the bedroom. Alen and Grenseal were still asleep, entangled. The general stood by the bed and looked at the two with that same cunning smile he had had on his face before.

In the end, I don't think I'm that sleepy...

Teo smiled to himself, took the extra blanket from the bed and slipped out of the bedroom. He wrapped the blanked around his shoulders and headed to his study to continue going through the countless papers.

Author's notes:

Testing my mad porn writing skillz. This is my second porn fic. Grenseal and Alen are reversible in my opinion, so this way around this time. And since I like Teo he's in the fic too.

- Elmina (December, 2001)