Miklotov: *The Captain of the Blue Knights stopped his horse at a hill that provided a nice view of the Matilda Capital. He watched as the last of the Blue Knights headed for the Rockaxe gates after today's long training. The sun was already setting, making the walls of Rockaxe look very beautiful... He turned around as he heard another horse approaching.*

Camus: *He stopped his horse next Miklotov's. His Red Knights were also returning to Rockaxe from the training. He and Miklotov... They were the last ones here. He patted the neck of his mount, watching as the setting sun made the city walls shine. He glanced at the other knight, smiling.* Pretty sight, eh, Mik?

Miklotov: Yes. *He nodded to his friend, dismounting.* Rockaxe looks very beautiful at this hour. *He led his horse near a few trees, letting his mount rest and eat some grass.* We should probably head back soon too. I just wanted to rest for a while and make sure all my knights get back.

Camus: *He followed his friend; he would let his horse rest, too. He left it where Miklotov had left his, and sat down next to a tall tree.* Oh, they will. Don't worry about them... They will all be home by the time we get there.

Miklotov: *He smiled to the Red Knight leader.* Yes. It will take some time to get home from here... Better let the horses rest for a while. *He sat down next to his best friend.*

Camus: *He smiled as well.* You're right. I think I need a short rest after all that training... No, I'm not exhausted, but still... *He leaned his back on the tree and stretched his arms.* Aahh... So quiet and peaceful in here, don't you think?

Miklotov: Yes... *He leaned his back on the tree too, gently placing his hand on his friend's shoulder.* Very peaceful... and beautiful... //...That means you too, Camus...//

Camus: *He took another look at Rockaxe, then closed his eyes.* Yeah... *He leaned his head on his friend's hand.* Ugh. I'm tired... And we still have a few miles to ride. I can't wait till we get home. Well, let's rest for a while until we're ready to go.

Miklotov: *He sighed and wrapped his arms around Camus, pulling him closer.* Yes, let's rest... //Camus...// *He shook his head. No, it was not a good time to think about that. But...*

Camus: *He looked at his friend, a bit surprised by his friend's actions.* Mik...? *He took a deep breath, leaning on the younger knight. //The way he's holding me, it's exactly like when we... A strong but yet so gentle hold... But, it's not like Mik at all. Considering where we are...// *

Miklotov: Camus... *Unable to give it any deeper though, he leaned closer and pressed his lips against the Red Knight's.*

Camus: *He was even more surprised, but he didn't resist. He never could, and he would never even want to. Closing his eyes, he let the Blue Knight press his lips against his, eagerly responding to the kiss. //Oh, Mik...//*

Miklotov: *He drew the Red Knight closer, kissing him more passionately now. His hands tracked down the brown-haired knight's uniform jacket, starting to remove it.*

Camus: //...!? Is he really going to...? // *He hesitated, but let the other knight continue.* Mik...? *He whispered.* Miklotov... You... you want to do it here?

Miklotov: ...What's wrong? Camus? I... *He stopped for a while, looking at his friends face. Then he almost turned away, realizing the situation.* I'm sorry, I shouldn't have...

Camus: *He smiled to his lover.* Mik... It's okay. I just thought... We could get caught. I wouldn't want anyone to see what we're about to do here... But then again, we're alone. Please, go on.

Miklotov: Alright then... *He smiled, then continued kissing the other knight, pulling off the red jacket. Camus' shirt soon followed, and he started working with his lover's belt buckle.*

Camus: Mik...? You're... hasty today. *He smiled. //As always...// He started to remove the dark-haired knight's blue jacket.* Doesn't matter, really. I don't mind at all... You should know that.

Miklotov: I'm sorry... I... *He sighed, studying his friend's smiling face. Camus was telling him to go on. He continued working with the Red Knight's belt buckle, then proceeded undressing him. He leaned closer and kissed Camus again, drawing him close.*

Camus: *He responded to the passionate kiss, letting the Blue Knight undress him at the same time. He wanted this... even if he was somewhat uncertain. The night was a bit chilly. Well, it didn't matter. The other knight was close to him, he would not get cold.*

Miklotov: *He took his blue jacket and spread in on the ground, gently pushing Camus down on it. He pulled the Red Knight's pants down. //Camus... so beautiful...// He smiled, admiring his friend's naked form. Then he moved closer, lying down next to the Red Knight leader.* Camus... *He whispered, leaning close for another passionate kiss.*

Camus: *He let the younger man kiss him, closing his eyes. He trembled slightly, feeling the pleasure the kissing gave him.* Mik... Well, you're not hasty anymore. *With a few moves, he pulled off his friend's shirt. He started to work on the pants, but Miklotov stopped him; the Blue Knight would rather do it himself.*

Miklotov: *Smiling slightly, he kissed his lover again. Gently, he ran his hands down on Camus' bare chest, caressing the smooth skin. He kissed his friend passionately, then moved lower, advancing to nibble one small nub gently.*

Camus: Aah... Mik... *He wrapped his hands around the other man's neck and pressed his body down. He could feel the cold ground under the jacket he was lying on, but didn't care. He closed his eyes, enjoying from the younger knight's touch.*

Miklotov: *His lips kept playing with the hard nub. He moved his hand lower, caressing his lover's skin. He let his hand slide between Camus' legs and started stroking the half-erect member gently.*

Camus: *Moaning, he pushed himself against the Blue Knight's hand. He clenched his lover's dark hair, his body responding to everything Miklotov did.*

Miklotov: *He gently spread Camus' legs a bit and moved between them. He advanced lower, kissing his lover's skin, finally stopping to kiss the tip of the erection. He took the tip into his mouth and started sucking gently.*

Camus: *He moaned his lover's name, while moving his hips up a little. He pressed his shoulders down on the ground, trembling from pleasure.*

Miklotov: *He moved his hand to caress the base of the organ, slowly advancing lower between Camus' legs. Finding the tight entrance, he gently pushed his index finger in.*

Camus: Aah, Mik...! *He gasped, then murmured his lover's name again.* Mik... please... *He breathed heavily.* I want you...

Miklotov: ...You sure? *He whispered, lifting his face.* Is it alright if I...?

Camus: *He drew the younger man closer for a kiss.* Yes... Please, Mik. I'm ready... And it's been so long since we... *He looked at the younger knight. //I need it... And I know you do, too.// *

Miklotov: *He kissed the Red Knight passionately, pushing his legs apart some more. He stopped shortly to work on his pants, then pushed in carefully, not wanting to hurt Camus.*

Camus: ...Mik...!! *Eyes closed, he pressed his body against his lover and wrapped his arms around the Blue Knight's shoulders. The last sunbeam reached the darkening ground, but they were both too busy to see it.*

Miklotov: *He started thrusting gently, feeling the tightness around his member.* Camus... *He whispered, pressing his lips against Camus' for another hot, passionate kiss. Miklotov wasn't very good at staying calm, so he soon started thrusting in harder, pushing his length deep into his lover.*

Camus: Aaaaanh... *He panted, running his fingers through the black hair. He moaned loudly as his body accommodated to the thrusting.*

Miklotov: *He silenced Camus' moans effectively by kissing him again. Pleasuring feelings burned inside him, making him press himself against his lover faster, his mind lost in the bliss.*

Camus: *He squirmed a little, feeling the same burning desire inside him. He knew Miklotov would probably come first, but it didn't matter. He was accustomed to it, and he actually liked it. He welcomed the kiss, enjoying how his body rocked under Miklotov. He kept his eyes closed and kissed back, letting the Blue Knight lead him towards orgasm.*

Miklotov: *He felt guilty as always, as he was afraid he was hurting his lover. But he was never able to control himself well enough, even if he wanted to. He continued kissing the blond, enjoying his lover's warm body close to him.*

Camus: *Bit by bit, he was driven closer towards release. He cried out softly under the kiss, only to get a scared and worried look from his lover. He shook his head slightly, knowing very well what the look meant. Miklotov was like that; a bit careless and doing things too fast, but on the other hand, always worried wherever it seemed that he was hurting his lover.* Mmmh... *He drew the younger man closer.* Mik... don't stop... No, you're not... hurting me... Aah...

Miklotov: *Still feeling a bit unsure, he nodded.* Camus... I... *Those words were, however, enough to convince him to forget about his worries. His mind was too lost anyway, so he just obeyed his lover's request and continued, his self-control driven off the limits as he pressed himself against Camus.*

Camus: *Few more moves, and then he couldn't take it anymore. He felt like it was all happening too fast, but then again, it really had been some time since they had last done this. So, he just let the bliss take over his body.* Mik...lo...tov...! *He cried out his lover's name as he released.*

Miklotov: *Feeling his lover's release was more than enough. His mind was too lost in the pleasure already, and then he just let go, whispering the red knight's name softly as the orgasm consumed him. It took him a long moment to regain his senses again. He felt tired, so he just pressed his face against Camus' shoulder. //We should be heading back already...// *

Camus: *He stroked the black hair gently. This was one of the moments he enjoyed the most; when the Blue Knight gave up and just rested for a while, holding him close. He closed his eyes momentarily, trying to ignore the chilly wind that made him shiver.* ...Mik? *He whispered, looking at his lover.*

Miklotov: ...yes? *He whispered, feeling quite sleepy. He just wanted to rest and maybe fall asleep, holding the Red Knight close like this. //But... No, we can't sleep here. It's cold.// He sighed, the moved to get up.* Camus... It's late. The sun is gone now, and it's cold here. We have to return to Rockaxe before they start looking...

Camus: *He sighed softly as the younger man withdrew. He nodded at Miklotov's words.* You're right... *He took a deep breath, shivering from the cold now that his lover wasn't close to him.* Cold, yeah. Better get dressed, before we freeze to death... Not that I'd mind dying in your arms, but still... *He said jokingly, then started to get his clothes on slowly.*

Miklotov: *He nodded slightly, picking up his clothes and starting to get dressed again.* I'd guess that all the knights are back home by now... *Without bothering to get every part of his uniform straight, he walked to his horse and patted the steed's neck. Then he turned back to Camus, blushing a bit.* Er... Maybe it's better that we walk back... we're not in a hurry or anything, and... You don't probably want to ride...

Camus: *He got the rest of his clothes on and looked at the other knight.* What? Mik...! *He laughed a bit.* Walk, eh... Well, maybe. *He grinned, walked where the horses were and stopped next to the Blue Knight.* Come on, Mik. I'm used to it. But, we could walk... it's a quiet and peaceful night. And just look at those stars...

Miklotov: Yes... *He answered, giving the older knight a short smile, showing his agreement. It didn't really matter how fast they'd get back to Rockaxe, but they had to go now, as they'd gotten enough distracted already. He almost blushed at that thought, as it was quite unknightly to let oneself to get distracted with such matters. //But...// With Camus, he never cared. He smiled, more relaxed now, and took the reins of his horse.* Let's go, then. It'll take us at least an hour, but it's such a beautiful night. *He led his horse away from the trees and started walking towards the lights of Rockaxe in the distance, followed by the Red Knight.*