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The Year of the Gods:Ch7
Here is ch7 and yes, ch6 was a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, and for that I apologise. This chapter is quite short and written very quickly, something I felt I needed to do because if I didn't, I'd never write any more of the story. So this is by way of getting me back in my stride.
As ever, chapters 1-6 can be found here:
http://www.geocities.com/voyeur_ism/becs_index.htm
and here:
http://personales.ya.com/europa/becs/
The Year of the Gods
DM/EW
Warning: Some non-consensual sex and high sexual content in some chapters.
An AU story set in British prehistory. Dominic is the son of a tribal chief with the weight of his village’s problems on his shoulders. When Lijah, the rival chief’s son is taken captive, the gods demand that Dominic uses his new slave to appease them.
The grey light of dawn was beginning to creep through the wattled walls of the roundhouse and a chill breeze was disturbing the furs and skins that hung over the walls inside. Somewhere in the woods on the far side of the settlement, a scream; an inhuman sound that some said were the cries of babies who had come stillborn into the world and who wailed for their mother’s milk, eternally hungry. There were those who claimed it was a vixen, but Dominic knew that the woods were a boundary, a place held sacred by the gods, and strange things walked there searching for those that would not believe. Terrible things happened to men who denied their gods, yes Dominic knew it. He shivered and pulled the covers further over himself and Lijah, turning on his side as he did so to look at the man lying next to him.
Lijah was beautiful in sleep, the tenseness gone from his face, the sadness in his eyes locked away under heavy eyelids. His lengthening hair was dishevelled and fell across his forehead in messy strands that prompted Dominic to raise a finger and brush it away. Dominic let his hand linger on Lijah’s warm face, tracing the uneven lines of the man’s eyebrows with his calloused thumb, ghosting the tips of his fingers over the ears, letting his palm rest for a second on smooth cheeks before travelling downwards towards his neck where he could feel Lijah’s pulse beat steadily and without fear. Last night he had felt that very pulse beat furiously as he had made love to him. His lips had sucked at that neck and his cock had felt the furious heartbeat of his own blood coupled with Lijah’s as Dominic had fucked him.
Lowering his head to the little hollow at the base of Lijah’s throat, Dominic laid a small kiss there, taking in the smoky scent of his bed-companion as he did so. There was a red mark to the side of Lijah’s now-familiar neck and Dominic idly wondered if he had caused it, reaching up a tentative finger to trace the mark and once again dipping his head so that his lips felt the warmth of Lijah’s skin.
“Have I marked you?” whispered Dominic against Lijah’s skin.
“Yes”.
Dominic looked up, startled at the soft voice and at the same time felt a hand tangle in his hair. Blue eyes looked tiredly up at him and held his gaze, causing Dominic to hold his breath for an inexplicable moment before he could regain control of himself. “As you have marked me”, he said, cupping Lijah’s face in his hands so that he could not look away. “An eye for an eye”, he laughed bitterly. “And I am no longer able to defend myself”.
“I have unmanned you then?” Lijah’s snort of laughter was incredulous. “I? I who am unmanned myself? How could I possibly mark you?” Lijah reached up and tore Dominic’s hand from his face before rolling onto his side and throwing the covers away from his naked body. “My lord”, he added bitterly. He sat up and reached out for his cloak, shivering in the freezing cold atmosphere of the hut.
Dominic watched his back for a second before grabbing Lijah’s wrist. “Where are you going?”
“To begin my duties or do you wish to go hungry this morning?”
“Fuck your duties”, Dominic shouted, somewhat louder than he intended. Lijah froze and then both men peered round the hangings that hid their bed to see if the women asleep on the other side would stir, but there was no movement. Dominic let go of Lijah’s wrist and instead reached upward to stroke the heel of his palm and the tips of his fingers down Lijah’s bare back. “Lijah, come back to bed and stay with me a while”.
“You wish me to stay with you, my legs spread, until you get bored and while you indulge yourself the household goes hungry?” The words were spat angrily and afterwards there was a period of charged silence, then Lijah’s head dipped and he glanced back over his shoulder to where Dominic lay, naked skin now exposed to the icy air. His eyes were troubled and his brow creased in confusion. “If you order it then I must”.
“Do you not wish it also? Please Lijah, please. Don’t do this to me, I have come to the end. Help me”. Dominic’s words that had started so desperately now ended in a defeated whisper, and to hide his shameful emotions, he clamped his hands over his face and rolled onto his back. Eventually, he felt the covers lift and Lijah’s warm body slide beneath, the cold air radiating from it, causing goose-bumps to rise on Dominic’s already over-sensitised skin.
“But what can I do?” Lijah murmured, placing a hand on the centre of Dominic’s chest and letting his head fall back onto the furs. He turned and gazed at Dominic and was met with an expression as hopelessly defeated as his own.
In reply, Dominic shook his head and ran his hand over the fine hairs on Lijah’s forearm, upwards towards his shoulder and following with his whole body so that he lay facing him, their lips only fractionally apart. Lijah’s hand remained on Dominic’s chest in a manner that implied both rejection and ownership. Dominic could bare it no longer, he felt broken, defeated and weak. He shifted so that his hips and legs pressed against Lijah’s and he encircled the slighter frame in his arms, allowing his hands to follow the contours of Lijah’s body, the soft curves of his backside, the jut of his hipbone, the feel of his ribs under soft, warm skin. Bliss. A bliss that he had no business feeling.
“Do you think the gods lie Lijah?” Dominic asked suddenly. He looked up into those blue eyes once more and his breath caught in his throat because the gaze directed back at him was the same that he had experienced at the stone circle the night Lijah had lost his masculinity. It was a gaze that penetrated his soul and frightened him at the same time as it warmed him from within.
Lijah closed the tiny space between them and kissed Dominic. “Gods do not lie. Men do”.
Dominic felt the shock of those words in the very core of his being. “How can you tell then what is the truth when gods speak through men?”
“You cannot”. It was Lijah’s turn to look troubled. “But it is certain they have marked us. You and I”.
“Do you think they laugh at us?”
“Aye. They laugh”.
Dominic nodded and pressed his face against Lijah, rubbing his warm nose against Lijah’s colder one. Soon they were kissing, their lips finding each other in a disjointed and uncoordinated fashion, sheer desperation getting the better of tenderness for a moment or two. Dominic’s sharp teeth nipped at Lijah’s lower lip and chin as the latter pressed himself closer and ever closer against his bedfellow, seeking the intimacy and comfort that he craved but dared not admit. Dominic seemed to sense this, rolling him over onto his back and covering Lijah’s body with his own as they continued to kiss feverishly. Working his way down Lijah’s neck, across his chest, over his hips, kissing and licking all the way, Dominic let his hands push underneath his lover so that he was cupping Lijah’s buttocks and lifting him slightly from the bed. When Lijah felt the hot breath and the touch of stubble against his balls, he arched his back with a groan, allowing Dominic to move ever closer to his goal.
The full length of Lijah’s erect cock brushed against Dominic’s cheek and he felt the responding heat in his own groin. With his tongue, Dominic licked his way across the underside of Lijah’s cock, and down further until he came to the place he longed to be. Again he used his tongue, lapping in and out, until Lijah was writhing in the bed, his chest rising and falling furiously with an effort to regain self-control. Dominic slid back up Lijah’s body, parting his legs and bending his knees as he went until he was again face to face with the man. He could feel his cock nudging at Lijah’s hole and he longed to do what he had been doing for months, but he was troubled.
“Lijah, will you let me?”
Lijah’s eyes flew open and he looked up at Dominic with a frown. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“Then you make me master of my own subjection”.
“No. That is not what I mean. By the gods Lijah, I want you to want this”. Lijah closed his eyes and turned his head away but Dominic once more forced Lijah to look at him. “Do you want this?” He watched as tears began to form in Lijah’s eyes. “I need to know Lijah, please”.
“I cannot say, don’t make me say”, Lijah pleaded. “Dominic, please”.
It was the first time that Dominic had ever heard Lijah call him by his name rather than a title like ‘lord’ and it made his heart break with need. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The gods are laughing at me Lijah. The gods laugh because….The gods laugh because I love you. I have fallen in love with you and nature screams against it. I love you and I need you to love me. Against all hope I need you to love me”. Dominic’s forehead sunk down onto Lijah’s and the two men lay pressed together for long minutes in silence, a silence which soon became unbearable. “Do you love me?” Dominic whispered finally, the desperation written on his features as he raised his head and looked at Lijah.
“I am not free to love”, replied Lijah, the expression in his eyes one of hopeless misery
“But if you were free?” pleaded Dominic.
“I am not” Lijah bucked his hips upwards and pushed Dominic away from him, sitting up and reaching again for his cloak and this time finding it and wrapping it about his shivering form. He knelt on the bed and took Dominic’s hands in his raising them to his lips and pressing a kiss onto each palm.
At that moment from the still darkened recesses of the hut came the sound of Dominic’s mistress Marys who had awoken to find Lijah not at his given duties which would mean a return to unwelcome drudgery for her. They listened to her dull footfalls as she made her way to their bed and flung the hangings that hid them aside.
“Are we to eat today?” she snapped, glaring at the couple with a look that went from annoyance to puzzlement and back again. “It is all very well to pay your duties to the gods Dominic, but your whore is here to work and not only to suck your worthless dick”. With a final questioning glance she let the furs and skins fall from her hand and left them alone.
Lijah turned back towards Dominic and looked down at him. “I am not”, he repeated quietly before standing up and walking away.
Dominic grabbed at him but was too late, Lijah had walked away, stopping only to throw a gown over his head as he left the hut. In misery, he rolled over onto his stomach and hid his face in the furs, not able yet to face Danell, his chief, his tribe or his gods. He knew what he had to do but it needed willpower and a sense of strength that had, for the moment, deserted him.
Lijah walked through the village. He had long-ago surrendered the thought of ever being happy and yet here he was, true happiness shown to him and yet forever out of reach. It was as cruel as it was hopeless. Even Garren, his own Garren, had been indoctrinated against him and he could see no answer, no sign that would help him. Escape was impossible. Garren was always kept guarded, Lijah never saw his boy alone. Lijah knew that if he tried to escape they would kill Garren. The thought filled him with terror. And as he walked the touch of Dominic’s hand on his face still lingered, his skin continuing to tingle and warm to the memory of him. It was his only comfort and a guilty one at that.
So lost was Lijah in his thoughts and so wrapped up in his misery that he failed to see Morgan and certain members of the war-band, slip out of the feasting hut and head towards the horses. But Morgan had seen Lijah and the sight caused him to stop in his track and offer a oath up to the gods. “Soon”, he prayed, “soon”.
As ever, chapters 1-6 can be found here:
http://www.geocities.com/voyeur_ism/becs_index.htm
and here:
http://personales.ya.com/europa/becs/
The Year of the Gods
DM/EW
Warning: Some non-consensual sex and high sexual content in some chapters.
An AU story set in British prehistory. Dominic is the son of a tribal chief with the weight of his village’s problems on his shoulders. When Lijah, the rival chief’s son is taken captive, the gods demand that Dominic uses his new slave to appease them.
The grey light of dawn was beginning to creep through the wattled walls of the roundhouse and a chill breeze was disturbing the furs and skins that hung over the walls inside. Somewhere in the woods on the far side of the settlement, a scream; an inhuman sound that some said were the cries of babies who had come stillborn into the world and who wailed for their mother’s milk, eternally hungry. There were those who claimed it was a vixen, but Dominic knew that the woods were a boundary, a place held sacred by the gods, and strange things walked there searching for those that would not believe. Terrible things happened to men who denied their gods, yes Dominic knew it. He shivered and pulled the covers further over himself and Lijah, turning on his side as he did so to look at the man lying next to him.
Lijah was beautiful in sleep, the tenseness gone from his face, the sadness in his eyes locked away under heavy eyelids. His lengthening hair was dishevelled and fell across his forehead in messy strands that prompted Dominic to raise a finger and brush it away. Dominic let his hand linger on Lijah’s warm face, tracing the uneven lines of the man’s eyebrows with his calloused thumb, ghosting the tips of his fingers over the ears, letting his palm rest for a second on smooth cheeks before travelling downwards towards his neck where he could feel Lijah’s pulse beat steadily and without fear. Last night he had felt that very pulse beat furiously as he had made love to him. His lips had sucked at that neck and his cock had felt the furious heartbeat of his own blood coupled with Lijah’s as Dominic had fucked him.
Lowering his head to the little hollow at the base of Lijah’s throat, Dominic laid a small kiss there, taking in the smoky scent of his bed-companion as he did so. There was a red mark to the side of Lijah’s now-familiar neck and Dominic idly wondered if he had caused it, reaching up a tentative finger to trace the mark and once again dipping his head so that his lips felt the warmth of Lijah’s skin.
“Have I marked you?” whispered Dominic against Lijah’s skin.
“Yes”.
Dominic looked up, startled at the soft voice and at the same time felt a hand tangle in his hair. Blue eyes looked tiredly up at him and held his gaze, causing Dominic to hold his breath for an inexplicable moment before he could regain control of himself. “As you have marked me”, he said, cupping Lijah’s face in his hands so that he could not look away. “An eye for an eye”, he laughed bitterly. “And I am no longer able to defend myself”.
“I have unmanned you then?” Lijah’s snort of laughter was incredulous. “I? I who am unmanned myself? How could I possibly mark you?” Lijah reached up and tore Dominic’s hand from his face before rolling onto his side and throwing the covers away from his naked body. “My lord”, he added bitterly. He sat up and reached out for his cloak, shivering in the freezing cold atmosphere of the hut.
Dominic watched his back for a second before grabbing Lijah’s wrist. “Where are you going?”
“To begin my duties or do you wish to go hungry this morning?”
“Fuck your duties”, Dominic shouted, somewhat louder than he intended. Lijah froze and then both men peered round the hangings that hid their bed to see if the women asleep on the other side would stir, but there was no movement. Dominic let go of Lijah’s wrist and instead reached upward to stroke the heel of his palm and the tips of his fingers down Lijah’s bare back. “Lijah, come back to bed and stay with me a while”.
“You wish me to stay with you, my legs spread, until you get bored and while you indulge yourself the household goes hungry?” The words were spat angrily and afterwards there was a period of charged silence, then Lijah’s head dipped and he glanced back over his shoulder to where Dominic lay, naked skin now exposed to the icy air. His eyes were troubled and his brow creased in confusion. “If you order it then I must”.
“Do you not wish it also? Please Lijah, please. Don’t do this to me, I have come to the end. Help me”. Dominic’s words that had started so desperately now ended in a defeated whisper, and to hide his shameful emotions, he clamped his hands over his face and rolled onto his back. Eventually, he felt the covers lift and Lijah’s warm body slide beneath, the cold air radiating from it, causing goose-bumps to rise on Dominic’s already over-sensitised skin.
“But what can I do?” Lijah murmured, placing a hand on the centre of Dominic’s chest and letting his head fall back onto the furs. He turned and gazed at Dominic and was met with an expression as hopelessly defeated as his own.
In reply, Dominic shook his head and ran his hand over the fine hairs on Lijah’s forearm, upwards towards his shoulder and following with his whole body so that he lay facing him, their lips only fractionally apart. Lijah’s hand remained on Dominic’s chest in a manner that implied both rejection and ownership. Dominic could bare it no longer, he felt broken, defeated and weak. He shifted so that his hips and legs pressed against Lijah’s and he encircled the slighter frame in his arms, allowing his hands to follow the contours of Lijah’s body, the soft curves of his backside, the jut of his hipbone, the feel of his ribs under soft, warm skin. Bliss. A bliss that he had no business feeling.
“Do you think the gods lie Lijah?” Dominic asked suddenly. He looked up into those blue eyes once more and his breath caught in his throat because the gaze directed back at him was the same that he had experienced at the stone circle the night Lijah had lost his masculinity. It was a gaze that penetrated his soul and frightened him at the same time as it warmed him from within.
Lijah closed the tiny space between them and kissed Dominic. “Gods do not lie. Men do”.
Dominic felt the shock of those words in the very core of his being. “How can you tell then what is the truth when gods speak through men?”
“You cannot”. It was Lijah’s turn to look troubled. “But it is certain they have marked us. You and I”.
“Do you think they laugh at us?”
“Aye. They laugh”.
Dominic nodded and pressed his face against Lijah, rubbing his warm nose against Lijah’s colder one. Soon they were kissing, their lips finding each other in a disjointed and uncoordinated fashion, sheer desperation getting the better of tenderness for a moment or two. Dominic’s sharp teeth nipped at Lijah’s lower lip and chin as the latter pressed himself closer and ever closer against his bedfellow, seeking the intimacy and comfort that he craved but dared not admit. Dominic seemed to sense this, rolling him over onto his back and covering Lijah’s body with his own as they continued to kiss feverishly. Working his way down Lijah’s neck, across his chest, over his hips, kissing and licking all the way, Dominic let his hands push underneath his lover so that he was cupping Lijah’s buttocks and lifting him slightly from the bed. When Lijah felt the hot breath and the touch of stubble against his balls, he arched his back with a groan, allowing Dominic to move ever closer to his goal.
The full length of Lijah’s erect cock brushed against Dominic’s cheek and he felt the responding heat in his own groin. With his tongue, Dominic licked his way across the underside of Lijah’s cock, and down further until he came to the place he longed to be. Again he used his tongue, lapping in and out, until Lijah was writhing in the bed, his chest rising and falling furiously with an effort to regain self-control. Dominic slid back up Lijah’s body, parting his legs and bending his knees as he went until he was again face to face with the man. He could feel his cock nudging at Lijah’s hole and he longed to do what he had been doing for months, but he was troubled.
“Lijah, will you let me?”
Lijah’s eyes flew open and he looked up at Dominic with a frown. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
“Then you make me master of my own subjection”.
“No. That is not what I mean. By the gods Lijah, I want you to want this”. Lijah closed his eyes and turned his head away but Dominic once more forced Lijah to look at him. “Do you want this?” He watched as tears began to form in Lijah’s eyes. “I need to know Lijah, please”.
“I cannot say, don’t make me say”, Lijah pleaded. “Dominic, please”.
It was the first time that Dominic had ever heard Lijah call him by his name rather than a title like ‘lord’ and it made his heart break with need. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The gods are laughing at me Lijah. The gods laugh because….The gods laugh because I love you. I have fallen in love with you and nature screams against it. I love you and I need you to love me. Against all hope I need you to love me”. Dominic’s forehead sunk down onto Lijah’s and the two men lay pressed together for long minutes in silence, a silence which soon became unbearable. “Do you love me?” Dominic whispered finally, the desperation written on his features as he raised his head and looked at Lijah.
“I am not free to love”, replied Lijah, the expression in his eyes one of hopeless misery
“But if you were free?” pleaded Dominic.
“I am not” Lijah bucked his hips upwards and pushed Dominic away from him, sitting up and reaching again for his cloak and this time finding it and wrapping it about his shivering form. He knelt on the bed and took Dominic’s hands in his raising them to his lips and pressing a kiss onto each palm.
At that moment from the still darkened recesses of the hut came the sound of Dominic’s mistress Marys who had awoken to find Lijah not at his given duties which would mean a return to unwelcome drudgery for her. They listened to her dull footfalls as she made her way to their bed and flung the hangings that hid them aside.
“Are we to eat today?” she snapped, glaring at the couple with a look that went from annoyance to puzzlement and back again. “It is all very well to pay your duties to the gods Dominic, but your whore is here to work and not only to suck your worthless dick”. With a final questioning glance she let the furs and skins fall from her hand and left them alone.
Lijah turned back towards Dominic and looked down at him. “I am not”, he repeated quietly before standing up and walking away.
Dominic grabbed at him but was too late, Lijah had walked away, stopping only to throw a gown over his head as he left the hut. In misery, he rolled over onto his stomach and hid his face in the furs, not able yet to face Danell, his chief, his tribe or his gods. He knew what he had to do but it needed willpower and a sense of strength that had, for the moment, deserted him.
Lijah walked through the village. He had long-ago surrendered the thought of ever being happy and yet here he was, true happiness shown to him and yet forever out of reach. It was as cruel as it was hopeless. Even Garren, his own Garren, had been indoctrinated against him and he could see no answer, no sign that would help him. Escape was impossible. Garren was always kept guarded, Lijah never saw his boy alone. Lijah knew that if he tried to escape they would kill Garren. The thought filled him with terror. And as he walked the touch of Dominic’s hand on his face still lingered, his skin continuing to tingle and warm to the memory of him. It was his only comfort and a guilty one at that.
So lost was Lijah in his thoughts and so wrapped up in his misery that he failed to see Morgan and certain members of the war-band, slip out of the feasting hut and head towards the horses. But Morgan had seen Lijah and the sight caused him to stop in his track and offer a oath up to the gods. “Soon”, he prayed, “soon”.
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Well done!
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Thanks for letting me know what you think.
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Thank you for indulging me. Looking forward to your next, waiting as long as it takes. Friending you in the meantime, so I don't miss any updates!
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I like the idea of Elijah relegated to the position of woman too, it is a strange kink of mine. Glad somebody else finds it hot too!
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Yay for friending!
Later!
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Hope you likey!
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Hooray!
Re: Hooray!
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I've read a lot of your stories, ever since I discovered slash, and many of them are some of the most memorable that I have read. (I suppose there aren't any hidden away that I don't know about? pleeease)
Can't wait for the next episode.
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I'm glad you're still sticking with the story after such a long absence. I'll try not to be too long with the next chapter.
All my stories are archived on the Voyeurism link above, so unless there are some there you haven't previously read, I'm afraid there are no others. Hopefully after finishing YOTG I'll be writing some more one-offs.
Thanks for the great feedback.
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I guess that after battle, the sex of the person didn't matter, and basic attractions between people, whatever the sex, would have been the same. But the necessity to reproduce would still predominate, hence the heterosexual bias.
On a basic, recreational level - this fulfills many of my hidden fantasies. It's so nice to know that I'm not alone - or maybe just not totally weird!!
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Ah, well, I am much excited to see more.
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I have been waiting for so long for you to continue your wonderful story, and you have! And it makes me so happy!!!
Wonderful job!!! I'm so excited to see where you will take it next.
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