Finally.

Arthur found Lancelot.

He knew he was following after him like a panting dog, but at the moment he didn’t care, and what did it really matter?

Taking one glance at his lovers self satisfied smirk he kissed him, without further fuss or muss, nipping at his lips, “Playful are we?” Lancelot murmured breathily in his ear, Arthur’s hand grabbed for Lancelot’s jerking him closer, Lancelot stiffened, gasping sharply startling them both.

Arthur leap back, face full of concern.

“Lancelot?” he queried carefully, “My bloody wrist” Lancelot hissed cradling his arm to his chest, without another word, his bodies’ desires firmly pushed aside, he pushed Lancelot down into a sitting position, running expert fingers down his shoulder to his wrist garnering another hiss and curse.

Arthur winced.

“It’s only sprained, not broken thank God” he whispered as thought to himself, Lancelot cocked his head nodding, “There’s nothing I can do for it, wrap it tight and do not lay weight in it is all I can say” Arthur finally said frowning.

With careful hands he took Lancelot’s wrist placing a feathery kiss to the soft skin on the underside, Lancelot laughed sharply purring, “Is it all better now?” Arthur smiled ruefully, “No, but I had to try” he offered, and with his good hand Lancelot pulled him down for another kiss, “Where were we?” the roman asked hands roaming.

“You know, I was planning on taking a bath Arthur” Lancelot said with patient annoyance, stalling. Arthur arched a brow “Whose stopping you?” he inquired loftily, “I’m just here for the show” he commented absently.

Lancelot blushed, laughing softly.

Arthur began to strip down unabashedly giving Lancelot a cocky grin, “On second thought, perhaps I’ll join you instead” Lancelot smirked wistfully watching as Arthur waded in, ducking himself beneath the water, coming up sputtering water he gave Lancelot a meaningful look, “What?”

“Just enjoying the view” Lancelot retorted, and this time Arthur shifted but smiling all the same, without further fuss Lancelot splashed in beside him, vigorously wiping off the blood and grime on his skin, Arthur took after his example doing likewise, although he snuck glances here and again, it would have been impossible not to. That body no more than inches from him, pale and lithe, river water rolling down his exposed back, sinking below his hip and joining the water once more…

Droplets clung to his black lashes…

Arthur unable to still his hands ran them across the tempting flesh, tugging Lancelot’s body flush against his own, Lancelot looked up at him and something in his eyes concerned the roman his hands stilled “Lancelot?” he asked his voice unsteady, desire rampant and demanding running though his blood like fire.

“Arthur…I don’t know…”Lancelot stuttered turning his head away ashamedly, Arthur put a finger beneath his chin forcing him to look at him, urging him to explain with his eyes. He loved this man, this warrior, before him with all he had, but for all that he couldn’t read minds.

“After seeing that bastard again, and the men, I saw them to, I killed them but after when it was over I, I couldn’t get the memories out of my head, Arthur I’m sorry” Lancelot said his body trembling, his eyes never quite meeting Arthur’s.

For his part the roman wished Raul were alive, so he could kill him, again, and again, and again. Wanted to murder the man for breaking Lancelot, and Lancelot was breaking, slowly and in steps falling all to pieces right in Arthur’s arms.

Unable to let Lancelot go, not know, not ever, he held him gave him what comfort he could provide kissing his temple chastely, although his body wanted nothing more than ravish that trembling mouth and spread those pale, strong thighs andseek his pleasure.

Arthur understood, “I should have realized, Lancelot ‘tis I who am sorry. When this happens lover mine you need to tell me, talk to me that why I’m here” Arthur explained patiently, smiling at Lancelot snort, “I amend that, part of the reason” he revised jesting, earning a choked laugh from Lancelot whom he held all the tighter.

Arthur took Lancelot’s hand leading them both ashore.

“Arthur?”

“Yes?”

Arthur noted the tremble in his words and worried, and waited “I am afraid, but…” Lancelot stumbled over his words, raising his eyes to meet Arthur’s green eyes, and swallowed chin jutting out proudly “But I think I want to, to lay with you. If I don’t get over this…” the knight paused, before rushing “Fear now, I never will” he finished looking at Arthur with such pleading, worried, ashamed eyes that he wondered what he had expected him to say.

Did he think he would set him aside because of such a thing? Or that he wanted him any less now than he had on this first night? No, he wanted him as much if not more. Lancelot was like fire, something that a man could never be long without.

Now, how to tell Lancelot this?

“Lancelot” Arthur began laying a hand against his cheek; it was cool against his heated skin, “If this is what you wish, I’ll give you all the patience of a saint, I will not hurt you, I would rather face death than do that, but understand this if nothing else, if it be to soon I will understand, I can wait however long is needed” Arthur promised holding his lovers face in both hands, green eyes meeting yielding brown.

Yielding as he only ever was with Arthur…

“What do you want Arthur? Do you want this, me?” Lancelot asked gesturing at his body, his mind reverting to how this body had been bent and broken to the men’s will, shamed and dirtied.

Arthur stared at Lancelots' insecurity, incredulously, with understanding Arthur closed the scant distance between worshiping the knights body with his eyes, “Need you even ask?”

“Yes” the roman hated the quiver he heard there. The fear.

Fear of rejection.

And finally hesaw the power he held over Lancelot, it was a powerful heady thing, ambrosia to his senses almost.

In answer Arthur gently pulled Lancelot to the ground, kissing him, touching him with careful hands, “Then let this be the answer, I desire you, I want youas a freezing man wants fire” he said pulling back momentarily to look into Lancelot’s eyes, letting him see the truth of it in his eyes.

With a patience that could only be had for a lover he laid the lithe body down upon his red cloak hands running over Lancelot pleasure spots, it was amazing what you could learn after only a few times together, taking Lancelot’s moan’s into his mouth as he kissed him deeply, tongue’s dueling, hot blazing heat surrounding him.

Heat of the ilk only Lancelot possessed.

“Are you sure? I’m, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop if we go any further” Arthur panted, Lancelot responded by kissing him, his dark eyes watching Arthur with some look he couldn’t understand, Arthur summarized that it was a good thing it was him he saw, and not someone else.

Lancelot stilled his fear, keeping his eyes on Arthur, Arthur’s hands, Arthur’s eyes a darkening green that bore into him, his eyes held him bound to the present, green eyes, none of them had had such eyes as that, thank God’s for small mercies…

He spread his legs, pulling Arthur fully onto him, gasping as skin met skin in a indescribable mesh of to-hot flesh against to-cold skin, melding and meeting, merging to one, as Arthur carefully pressed deep into his core, a moments pain blurred his vision and he tightened his hold on Arthur.

Arthur felt all his inhibitions fly out the proverbial window as soon as skin touched skin, as soon as Lancelot’s tightburning heat engulfed him, taking him to the high heavens with white-lightening explosions of pleasure, so simple a word for something so indescribable, bursting in his brain and body.

Arthur’s hand gripped Lancelot’s hip impaling him with slow and steady thrusts that progressively became more frenzied and wild, unable to held himself he ran his free hand over Lancelot’s finely toned, beautifully sculpted body from face to feet.

Biting one dusky nipple as he thrust between his lovers thighs once more, garnering a lusty moan from his lover who was wantonly writhing beneath his patient hands, taking satisfaction from the little sounds spilling forth from his mouth with the mix of words falling forth, Sarmatian and Roman alike, clearly unable to decide, Arthur smiled a small pleased smile at that.

They came in unison, the world shattering around them, all Lancelot saw was an untarnished reflection of himself in Arthur’s desire filled green eyes as he found his own heaven there in Arthur’s arms, coming back down to earth they looked at each other, Arthur with a modicum of concern at which Lancelot grinned widely, “I do believe we’ll have to do this more often lover” he purred in answer to the unasked question putting out all of the roman’s unfounded concerns.

Arthur chuckled rolling to the side head propped upon his elbow, “I live to please” he said mock subserviently, “Indeed and you pleased me quite adequately” Lancelot said smirking, Arthur snorted, “Adequately you say?” he whispered, miffed at Lancelot’s words who only smiled indulgently.

“I’ll show you adequate” Arthur murmured in Lancelot’s ear, getting a throaty laugh for his troubles, “Do please” he encouraged pulling Arthur down across his body once more, sharing a heated kiss.

Arthur heard the distant yet near screech of a hawk and his lip curved in upwards, never taking his eyes from the dark eyes staring up at him expectantly, things could have been so much worse, but right now, right here, it was almost perfect.

Once more the roman had his way with his lover unashamedly bare beneath the big blue sky above, within the surrounding cover of forest, making love by the river bank as the slow and steady ebb and flow of water reached his ears before it was drowned out by Lancelot’s panted words –his name breathed past his lips half plead half demand, and he forgot the world, and the thoughts, and himself.

There existed only them.

Only Arthur and Lancelot.

Only them.

…Perfection…

Finally.

The End

Thank you everyone whom has been with me from the start and those that joined in midway, I owe it to you that I have completed this at last! I hope you have enjoyed the reading of this story as much has I have enjoyed the writing of it.

I'm lmost sad to see this finished, but as they say all things must come to an end, and for now, this is mine, lol.

THANK YOU EVERYONE!