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“Darkest Dungeon Desires"

It was late, extremely late and the sound of the horse-drawn carriage roared through the cobblestone streets of the abandoned road for a little too long, waking Dismas from a sound; if not rocky sleep. He was dressed in a hat and his patented scarf that had sunk from being wrapped tightly around his face to just under his chin, he'd been drooling and sitting on the very back of the wagon as their party had seated themselves more to the front. He couldn't care much less about what they thought. He was just along for the ride as he huffed and adjusted himself, he was surprised to see a bottle dip down in front of his face. He blinked and glanced up to see Reynauld hovering over him, looking down over the back of the wagon.

The knight looked strange without his helmet on; but the jingle of his armor made it clear he was him. Only visible to his head of balding dark blond hair, the shadows of stubble on his face and blue eyes as he smiled at the Highwayman and gave a boastful wink. “Well there he is! Glad to see you're awake!" He said as DIsmas grabbed the bottle of spirits and took a swig. Reynauld hopped over the small lip of the wagon and seated himself beside him. The armor on his body making it hard for him to sit without risking a fall to the ground below them. “You gonna be here sulking all night?" He asked.

Dismas sighed at the man's friendly hand on his shoulder. At the same time he couldn't help but feel his face flush. “I don't have anything in common with that lot." He admitted, taking another swig. “I got more in line with you than any of them."

Rey waved a hand dismissively. “You're too hard on yourself." He said. “"Nothing says you can't be friendly to them."

“I say."

As Dismas took another drink, he looked to see that a thick fog had begun to encroach on their ride. It quickly thickened even more the deeper they went into the forest and as the darkness began to settle in around them, trees began to look like they were extending claws over them, several of which began to rake the top of the wagon and set the horses into a sense of unease. Reynauld looked around in confusion, he rose for a moment and grabbed his helmet. “What d'you suppose is going on?" He asked curiously. As he slid the piece over his head his face vanished into the metal, his blue eyes peering through the vertical slits of the mask as he attached it to the rest of his armor.

“FUCK! Brace yourselves!" A man roared from the front of the carriage, though it was hard to discern who it was before the entire wagon slammed into something hard; it threw itself violently into the air, causing both Dismas and Reynauld to lose their balance to fly into the air from where they were standing and sitting, and to fall to the ground, hard.

Dismas let out a bellowing cry of pain as his shoulder hit the ground, he felt it pop. It was dislodged and he rolled at least half a dozen times before coming in contact with the thick, dark trunk of a tree, causing him to stop abruptly.

The wagon had gone careening off into the darkness; the torchlights of the lanterns adorning it vanishing into the darkness and leaving him alone. He winced in pain as he got back to his feet, his leg staggering but besides his shoulder, he seemed to be all in one piece. The air of the forest was suddenly cold, the lingering fog pushing in on him with an oppressive, bone chilling sensation. “R-Reynauld?" He said aloud, recalling the warrior had also fallen from the wagon. He staggered a few steps before noticing Reynauld lying on the ground, his body twisted and sprawled out unconscious. “Rey! Fuck!" He rushed over to the man's side, wincing as he began to shake the man's shoulder. “Reynauld! Wake up!"

“Dismas?" He stirred and glanced back at the man before abruptly sitting up, his hand resting on his arm. “You're hurt."

“It's nothing. I-"

“Hold still." He said sternly as he gripped Dismas' shoulder and his other hand tightened at his elbow and with an abrupt yank, Dismas' body shook with a brief shock of pain as his shoulder popped back into place.

“AUGH!" He shouted, grabbing his arm now, his fingers brushing against Reynauld's fingers still clinging to his shoulder. “Fuck..."

“Better? It might be sore for a while, but it should feel less painful."

Dismas flexed his arm a bit and rolled his shoulder, noticing that Rey's hands hadn't moved. After looking into the eyes reflected within the dark helmet, he noticed the man blink and suddenly release his grip. “That feels much better. Thanks Rey."

“Any time." He said as he finally managed to get back to his feet. He reached down and pulled DIsmas to his own with a single arm tug. “Now. Where are we?"

Dismas sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he looked out toward the fog where the wagon had vanished. “How likely is it they'll come back for us?"

“If they're still alive? They probably won't realize for hours. We should probably find some shelter or something. It feels like we're on the verge of a storm."

“How could you tell?"

Reynauld laughed haughtily. “Intuition, my good man! The temperature drop alone tells me we're in for some weather."

“Alright. Then let's be off." Dismas said as he turned and started to make his way toward the thicker wooded area surrounding them."

Reynauld followed him with a bit of hesitation. “We're going further into the forest? Shouldn't we keep to the roads?"

Dismas shook his head. “No, the roads won't be able to provide any significant shelter if we get any weather. But we can find a cave or a hollowed out tree to wait out the weather, and continue by road in the morning. I for one don't want to get drenched."

“You're the boss." Reynauld said as he casually began to match Dismas' stride, walking alongside him as their surroundings got darker and darker the deeper into the treeline they'd gotten.

Dismas breathed slowly, his pulse controlled, the warmth of the warrior's broad forearm moving alongside his own. After what seemed like an eternity, he broke the silence. “Are you all right? After that spill from the wagon you seem more... stoic than usual."

“Am I?" He asked curiously. “I didn't think I was being stoic, but of course I didn't want to draw any attention to ourselves. Stories tell of wolfmen in these woods."

“Tch. Nothing we can't handle, right?" Dismas asked, reaching into his holster and pulling out his pistol, he spun it with a finger and chucked it back into its carrier, winking at the larger man. “I'm just glad it's you and I that got away from that wagon. You're right, likely the rest of our party is dead by now. Looks like we'll have to walk back to civilization. So long as we survive the night."

“Yes... of--of course."

After what seemed like another half a mile, the dark, yawning mouth of a cave caught Dismas' attention. The pair collected wood just outside the cavern and gathered it into a pile inside. The cave was shallow, maybe ten feet deep if that, but it was well fortified with a clear view of the opening. Lighting the campfire, they both seated themselves. Dismas removed his mask and Rey removed his helmet, placing it beside the fire. As the cave began to warm up, Dismas looked up to see Reynauld's eyes glance back down into the fire, staring blankly into it.

“Comfortable?" Dismas asked casually.

Reynauld sighed, sitting back and resting his weight onto his hands behind him to stretch his legs out some. “As much as I can be." He said looking at the man. “And you? How is your arm?"

“Much better." Dismas said, rubbing his shoulder, which still felt stiff but there wasn't as much pain as there had been earlier. “Thanks."

Their eyes met and a smile blossomed onto the warrior's face, pushing up his cheeks slightly as he sounded as bright as possible. “I'm only sorry you got stuck with me. You'd probably best find your evening in a brothel or with some lady of the evening, than a grisly crusader like myself."

“Heh. You're making me out to be some sex-addled fiend." Dismas said with a laugh. After a moment, his laughter faded and he shrugged. “And believe me, there are worse things I could be doing than spending time with a handsome fellow like yourself."

Reynauld's face reddened, masked slightly by the glow of the fire as he quickly cleared his throat, he grabbed a stick and began to poke at the fire, stoking it for a brighter effect. “Handsome?" He asked with an almost incredulous beat to his voice. “I wasn't aware you admired men so... so keenly."

“Yes...well... I guess I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?" He smirked.

Reynauld smiled softly and nodded, leaning back again and resting his weight on his hands once more. He let out a long, slow sigh as he looked up to the shadows dancing across the ceiling. “I had a feeling about you."

“What do you mean?"

Reynauld shrugged a bit. “Nothing bad." He chuckled slightly. “You just seem like an adventurous man. That's all."

“I suppose I am."

“Not...not that I'm interested in being so adventurous. I just admire how comfortable you seem to be in your own skin."

“I guess it's simply a matter of living my life on the road, I've learned to take risks and savor the rewards."

Reynauld smiled again. “Indeed." His voice trailed off and he turned around to look toward the entrance to the cave; it had begun to pour down rain outside, flooding the cave with a chill that made him shiver slightly. Lightning illuminated the skies outside, causing a flash of light to enter the cave and add to the intimate setting around the campfire. “Oh this is a good storm." He looked back at Dismas, who had rested back on his supply pack, using it as a makeshift pillow. His hands resting on his stomach. “I suppose we should get some sleep."

“I suppose that would be a good idea." He replied, his eyes closed as he responded. “You think this storm will pass by the morning?"

Rey looked behind him, watching it blow and bluster outside the cave mouth. “It came on pretty hard and it's a hell of a gale, but it's probably going to blow over pretty quickly." He sighed. “We'll be fine to depart by morning."

“Good, good." Dismas said.

Reynauld laid back onto the ground and looked up into the ceiling of the cave again, as he watched the shadows continue to dance across the high cavern ceiling he slowly felt his eyes grow heavier, and heavier until he drifted off into a deep sleep.

The fire had gotten low by the time Reynauld awoke again; he wasn't sure at first what had woken him up, but he quickly realized that another figure was standing over him pointing a knife in his face. The large brown belly of a pig man was looming over him, his face peering down past it glaring at him with dark pools that filled his eyes. It let out a loud screech that filled the cave and Rey quickly reached for his sword, which had already been moved across the room and out of his reach as the beastly boar grabbed him around the neck and pulled him roughly off the floor. His hairy shoulders were visible against the low campfire light behind him and his eyes now practically glowed against the darkness of the remainder of the cave. The storm was still going on outside and likely these beasts had roamed in, in search of shelter. The boar's grip on his neck was tight, his strength impressive as he picked him up effortlessly and threw him against a wall, pinning him in place as a blade was pushed against the skin of his neck, threatening to pierce it and making him choke into silence. He glanced at Dismas, who was also standing while two other boars held his arms, holding him in place. One of them had a knife laid against Dismas' neck.

“A-alright, alright! We surrender. What do you want?" Reynauld said, trying not to speak so loudly that his throat get cut on the blade against it.

The boar holding him didn't answer. Instead he held up the satchel of money he'd been carrying on his belt along with the one that belonged to Dismas.

“Looking to rob us then?" The boar turned to Dismas, still restrained by the other two who had tied his hands together. “If that's all you're here for, then I suggest you do it and be on your way." One of the boars growled aggressively and pressed the knife even more firmly against his neck, making him gasp in pain. “I've got more, you know?" He whispered.

“M-more..." The boar seemed to understand that word as he repeated it with a guttural grunt. He then nodded at the other two, who released his arms, but both held spears to his neck.

As he bent down, Dismas glanced at Reynauld and despite the low lighting, he could see the Highwayman's eye wink slightly, as he began to shuffle through his satchel. Rey understood immediately and peered at the leader's massive spear and glanced at his head. Thinking quickly, Reynauld grabbed the spear just under the sharp point, and as the boar glanced at him. Immediately, Rey granted the beast a fierce kick directly between the legs. Hard enough that even through his boots, he could feel something pop and the boar let out a scream so loud that it could have shattered a mirror if any were close by. Grabbing the spear, he lobbed it hard at the boar to DIsmas' left, sending him flying backwards deep into the cave while the other shrieked, dumbfounded as Dismas grabbed his pistol from his bag and fired a round directly into its head. He grabbed his knife and hurled it across the room, striking the leader directly in the back. It let out another cry, but this one was gurgling with blood and bile that spilled out over its mouth. As his grip loosened, Rey delivered another kick, directly to the beast's chest, sending him flying backwards, over the fire and into the floor, plunging the knife straight through him.

As was typical with these types of battles, the creatures all evaporated into skeletal remains, which then crumpled to dust. In the aftermath, Rey and Dismas locked eyes from across the room, and without so much as a delay, Dismas stormed across the room and with a forceful hand, shoved Reynauld into the wall he'd been pinned against. Their blood was still pumping hard through their chests, their ears ringing with the adrenaline rush of the impromptu battle and Dismas forced his lips onto Rey's with a passionate gasp of dominance as their lips met.

Reynauld inhaled sharply at that, his hands out to either side, unsure what to make of this moment, but he very quickly embraced the man, tightening his arms around his body and pulling him closer, giving into the kiss as their tongues met and began to twist around one another. Rey's body trembled at this, he hadn't been like this with anyone in such a long time he wasn't sure how to express himself. Dismas' hands began to grab at the crusader's garb, at first using it to pull them close together. As their lips parted, their hot breaths washed over the other one and Dismas grabbed hold of the collar of Rey's shirt, aggressively ripping it apart down the chest in an almost-perfectly straight line. As the shirt shred apart, Dismas moved his mouth from Reynauld's and grappled against the man's neck, he bit down gently, feeling the man tremble against his lips, the Adam's Apple in his throat bobbing up and down as he worked his way down. Pushing him harder against the wall, Reynauld's chest pushed out slightly, giving Dismas another target and eagerly, he grasped one of the nipples between his lips, eliciting a lustful gasp from Rey. Dismas reached his hands up, tucking them under the other man's arm pits, pressing him forward to give him more room to suck along his chest. Each nipple was hard and glistened with his saliva under the dim lighting. Dismas was impressed, a man larger than himself practically becoming putty in his hands. His hands moved lower, until his fingers slid along the edges of the waistband of Reynauld's trousers.

Dismas looked into Reynauld's eyes with a burning desire washing over him as his hand traveled down further grabbing Rey's dick under his clothes and squeezing firmly. Rey grunted and his breath caught in his throat. “Now, unless you want your pants to end up like your shirt, you better take them off." Dismas growled with a commanding voice. Reynauld's hands somehow found the buckle of his belt, snapping it free and his trousers followed suit, falling down to around his ankles much to the Highwayman's delight. “That's much better." He said as he took a step back from him. He removed his coat, then his shirt. His toned, but slimmer form pale in the low light of the cave as he returned to embrace the larger man with a grin on his face. “I love the feel of my skin against yours, Reynauld." He whispered before reaching up and grabbing the man by the back of his scalp, his fingers clutched on the balding head and he pulled Rey into another hard, passionate kiss.

Reynauld's saliva began to wet the stubble of his face as he kissed Dismas back, his hands grabbing Dismas' cheeks as he kissed him passionately back, his breath inhaling sharply again as he did so. As their lips parted, a band of saliva dripped down in an arch between them. “Gods..." He whispered indistinctly, having noticed that Dismas had removed his trousers during the kiss and was now standing naked and pressing their cocks together. His hand tight around their flesh as he slowly began to grind them. Reynauld began to kiss Dismas along his neck, moving lower and lower until he fell to his knees in front of the man, his thick member running hot between his fingers before he turned his mouth to it and wrapped his lips around the tip.

“Oh yes... Rey..." Dismas whispered as his hips snapped forward on impulse, pushing his flesh deeper still into the man's waiting mouth. “That's it..."

Reynauld felt his tongue slither around the warm shaft, tasting the salty bitter taste of his precum as it began to leak from his cock. He could feel the muscle flex and pulse between his lips, his hand reached up slightly and tightened around Dismas' balls, tugging them firmly and driving him closer again and again until his lips found themselves flush against the man's loins. Dismas found his fingers again trailing through the thinning hair and bald scalp of the other man, pushing himself to the hilt and then sliding himself back to the tip. Again and again his hips bucked forward, feeling the deep caverns of Rey's mouth, the gentle gliding of his teeth as they accompanied the closed lips. He guided Rey in again and again, face-fucking him slowly but deliberately as his grip tightened. Each departure sounded to the noise of his mouth wetly slapping against the skin and Rey breathed only between each thrust. It was when he felt Reynauld's eager hands rest against his butt that Dismas let out a moan of approval. “Yes..." He moaned softly, feeling the warrior's calloused hands glide down his butt, to his thighs, to his shins and then back up again. He could feel the wetness of Rey's tongue slapping against his flesh and this motion was what lasted for several minutes. Slowly he slid his shaft back, sliding out of the man's mouth, his cock dipping slightly as it left Rey's lips. He grinned and looked down into Reynauld's eyes, kissing him again slowly before whispering. “Are you ready, Reynauld?" He asked.

Reynauld's face flushed, but still he looked nervous, it was clear he'd never done this with another man before, but he would have to get over it in a hurry as he gave the man a firm push with his hand, rolling Rey onto his back. Eagerly, Dismas grabbed Reynauld's legs and hoisted them up onto his shoulders, he leaned forward, pushing his tip; well wet and used, against the man's pucker. He could feel it already tight around the tip of his flesh, but Reynauld's own nervous expression melted away to one of desire; of need, and he firmed his legs against him. Hoisting him up and thrusting inward at the same time, letting his cock push its way into him.

“AhHhH! FUCK!" Reynauld cried out, his body tightening up momentarily and forcing Dismas to pause for a moment. This happened twice more before he'd had enough and on the third approach, Dismas slammed himself to the hilt into the man, giving a moment for him to breathe and relax before beginning to rhythmically slide into him again and again. “Ah fuck! F-fuck... ahh... fuck..." His desperate cries of pain wavered and became more passionate and eventually, Dismas found Rey's hips pushing back against him, achingly seeking more.

Dismas' body thrust deep, lifting Rey's legs higher so the man was practically doubled over, his thick cock now slapping against his stomach, precum dripping from the tip and leaving soft pools as they spilled out of his uncut flesh. Dismas playfully began to stroke his fingers, then he wrapped his entire hand around the length, the slickness of the flesh made it easier for him to time his strokes with every long thrust he made until the force of his impacts began to ripple across the man's torso. After significantly increasing his precum draining, Dismas returned his hands to Reynauld's feet, resting them atop his bare soles as they hovered over him, making his feet drizzle with his own pre as he grew closer and closer to the edge. Feeling Reynauld's tight hole clenching around him, watching that impressive cock bobbing and bouncing uncontrollably; breathing in that intoxicating aroma of musk and sex that coated them and mixed with their body sweat in this darkened cave, Reynauld's howls of pleasure echoing slightly before escaping into the night he pushed in harder and began to get faster, his body started to tremble. “Y-yes... fuck yes, Rey..." He felt himself crashing over the edge seconds before it happened and with a final hard slam that echoed through the room, he let out a cry of passion, suddenly unloading spurt after spurt of his liquid seed hard into the crusader's inviting warmth. “AHH! Yes! AHH!" He cried out, his body quaking hard as he filled the man and felt the warmth of his own seed spilling out from in between them.

Still, as Dismas felt the urge to cum wane, he wanted more. As his softening cock was soon forced out of Rey's clenching hole he grabbed hold of the man's dick and eagerly dragged his lips over the tip. He felt Reynauld's body shake, and his hips jolt as the new sensation took hold. He heard him cry out, but couldn't distinguish any words. His lips squelched slightly as he tasted the man's precum as it came flooding into his mouth, dangling over his tongue and pouring down his throat as he brought himself down several inches, holding onto Reynauld's balls. He brought his mouth back up to the tip, took a sip of air and then went back down again. Reynauld had such a huge cock it was impressive and as his face brushed against the hair of the man's pubis he began to twist and to rotate his head to add to the friction. He felt every tremble, every pulse, every thick drive of muscle as it ground against him. He pushed down Reynauld's elevated legs and leveraged himself more over the man's cock slipping down, and then bobbing back up over and over, tasting every inch of his engorged length. He was going to send the man over the edge and from the sounds of his crescendoing moans, he was on the verge of it.

“Oh g-god... Dismas I-I'm... I'm going to..."

Dismas closed his eyes as he heard the man's pleas, doubling his efforts and focusing on his finishing job, squeezing and pulling the man's balls until his entire hip area was shaking violently. “HUUUAHHHH!" He heard Reynauld roar loudly as a sudden powerful blast of cum began to shoot down his throat. Rey grabbed ahold of Dismas' head and thrust in hard all the way to the hilt, letting his cock shoot thick, heavy ropes of cum straight down the gullet. Dismas held his breath, catching every drop though there was some spillage as he began to worry about being drowned by the copious amount pent up inside, eventually Rey's thrusting, quaking body began to slow and slowly he released the man's head, allowing him to slide up and take a deep breath of air.

As the moments faded and things began to calm down, Dismas sat pressed against Reynauld's body, heavily panting from the moments before, unaware that he still had a bit of cum littering his lips. Reynauld smirked at this and with a thumb, he wiped the cum from Dismas' lips and then licked it off himself, giving a rather surprised and then--a soured look. Dismas laughed aloud and grinned at him. “That... is an acquired taste." He said knowingly. “But I'd be happy to introduce you to more of it."

“I'd... I'd like that." Reynauld said as he let out a chuckle of realization before pulling Dismas into his arms, their body heat matching the intensity of their campfire from earlier, which was already burning close to embers.

***

The next morning was brighter, light poured into the cave mouth from outside, waking Reynauld and Dismas from their sleep. Still nestled in each other's arms it took them a long time to actually unentangle themselves. And even longer for them to get dressed again. As they ate a breakfast from the remains of their rations, Reynauld looked dismayed at the tattered remains of his shirt from last night.

“Entirely your fault." Dismas said cheekily as he finished off his meal and put his own shirt on.

Reynauld let out a slow groan and looked at him. “Right."

“If it makes you feel better, you could borrow my jacket for the walk back."

Rey laughed. “It's too small, I'd probably sneeze and it would explode off of me."

“That would also be a sight to see." Dismas replied. “But at least you listened to me and took your pants off voluntarily."

“When I suggested you were keen on men...did you take that as some sort of an invitation?"

Feigning not listening to him, Dismas rose from his seat and slung his satchel across his back. “Well, we've got a long way to walk to get back to town, so unless you plan on moving in here, I suggest we get moving."

“Right." Reynauld said as he stood and gathered the rest of his belongings as well. He looked up to see that Dismas was already making ground on him, and he hurried to catch up. “And Dismas! You never answered my question! Get back here!"

THE END