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Nando and Will

By: Pelaam



Nando & Will - New Beginnings

It had been a couple of months in the coming, but finally Fernando, Nando Rodreguez was taking the irrevocable step in the relationship that had already changed his life forever. Finally, Nando was going to deflower his virgin lover. Previously the lovers had only managed snatched opportunities for pleasure. Today, Nando was able to provide time, privacy, a bed to share and in his heart he now believed his younger lover was ready for this step. He had previously feared that the lack of sexual experience for his beloved may have led his younger lover to mistake a form of hero-worship for love. But now, the older South American was sure that this was not the case. The love he felt was shared and returned. He glanced quickly at the other basic staples in the room. There was a tray that held some bread, cheese, oil and red wine. Whilst he recognized he couldn't provide either a boudoir or a banquet, it was somewhere he could unashamedly make love to his beautiful angel.

Blue eyes gazed adoringly at the South American. There was a great deal of nervousness regarding the impending loss of virginity. However, there was no mistaking the desire coursing through young veins to finally make love with the handsome older man who so totally held their younger lover's heart. One source of nervousness was the lack of knowledge of what to do. Whilst Nando had been very careful in explaining the mechanics of sexual intercourse between them, there remained uncertainty regarding pleasuring the older man. There was recognition that being penetrated could be painful and could cause some bleeding, but the fear of these paled alongside the fear of failing to pleasure the one they loved. Any discomfort would be more than worth it for their body to be as fully possessed by the South American as he possessed the heart and soul of the nervous virgin.

"Te quiero," Nando husked as he regarded his young lover. "I love you, mi Angel. First we will get more comfortable mmm? Then we need to relax, so we will eat and drink a little. After some food and some wine, Juanita is providing some heated water. I will bathe you and then we will see what happens, yes?" Despite the older man positing the suggestions as questions, it was obvious that he would brook no argument as to the course the afternoon would follow. Smiling at his lover's nod of agreement, he held out his hand. "We can relax here," he added. He patted the space next to himself on the bed and waggled his eyebrows. His smile widened as he was joined by his lover without hesitation. As his lover sat beside him, he kissed his virgin deeply, possessing their unresisting mouth. Cupping the back of their neck, he tilted his lover's head back to expose the fragile column of pale flesh of his lover's throat. He ran his tongue along the delicate skin, then nipped and sucked sharply to leave a mark of his possession. He felt his cock throb at the gasp from his lover, who made no move to resist the marking. Nando wanted to be buried deep in the willing body that sat so trusting and so temptingly next to him. However, he refused to rush things. This day was a day for love, not lust. 

He stood slowly and removed his gunbelt, slinging it over the post at the top of the bed. He then removed his boots and pulled out his shirt from his still fastened pants. Moving to stand in front of his wide-eyed lover, Nando's smile turned feral. "Unfasten it for me, Angel," he commanded softly. He watched with a growing hunger as pale, slender hands reached shakily to indo the shirt buttons. Finally the shirt hung open, displaying a dark-skinned, well-muscled torso. A light dusting of body hair over solid pectoral muscles became a slim line of hair pointing the way down to where a solid bulge was evident at the South American's groin. "Your turn," he smiled. Pulling his lover to their feet, he removed their gunbelt to hang it next to his. Next he removed their boots and untucked their shirt. He rapidly unfastened the garment, sweeping it open to reveal the youthful, hairless chest of his lover. He growled softly as his fiery gaze devoured the exposed flesh. Reaching out, his hand slowly caressed each dark pink nipple, relishing the gasp of pleasure and the way the nubs instantly hardened under his touch.

"Oh, Nando, I love you so much."

Nando gazed into the face of the young man he was gently arousing. If he had been told by anyone just six months ago that he would have as his chosen life-mate the young nephew of the owners of the Rancho des Toros, he would have laughed out loud. Nando had loved the young man from the day they had first met, when his older sister Marguerita was becoming Jackson Brooks's wife. He had loved Will as a sibling, as the younger brother he had always wanted. Will had only been 16, a little short of 17, but so young and naïve he seemed even younger. Nando was already mature beyond his years at 23. However, somewhere along the line that love had deepened and become of a different nature altogether. Nando had been in lust many times with both men and women and what he thought might have been something deeper once or twice. However, none of his previous encounters had made him feel the way he did when around Will or compared to the way he felt about Will. Will was now a devastatingly beautiful young man of 23 to Nando's almost 30. Nando's father on his last visit to Rancho des Toros had negotiated that Will spend the last six months at their own Rancho des Caballos to learn about breeding horses.

They lived in a small country, Costa Roja, Red Coast, set between America in the North and Mexico in the South. So called because as the sun set, the shifting sands of the desert terrain looked like a sea of red, stretching to as far as the eye could see. In this country same sex relationships were normal and accepted as equally as those of mixed sexes. Instead of a church wedding, there was a civil marriage, recognised as equally binding as that within the church. Nando's Papa, Don Carlos had seen the spark between the two men immediately when visiting and Nando was amazed at his father's matchmaking. Nando had first found that Will's room was mysteriously in need of some work, as was his own bedroom and the two had 'needed' to share a room with two single beds. It had worked its magic. As they sat or lay and talked, the two men had grown closer and closer, finally admitting their mutual love and desire. His young lover had no sexual experience to call upon and Nando had kept his libido in strong check around the beautiful young man. However, slowly he had come to realize that Will often gazed at him with longing when he thought Nando's attention was elsewhere and tentatively the Rojan had begun to court his young love. Their mutual desire had been expressed a scant two months earlier and Nando was starved for the taste of the young man he loved. The opportunities for the men to enjoy a physical aspect to their love had proven to be almost impossible. There had been snatched kisses and quick touches and a couple of occasions for the Rojan to pleasure his love, but it wasn't enough. Nando wanted more, much, much more. He planned a very short engagement.

Nando had not wanted to deflower the younger man outside of marriage, but when Will returned home, Nando had a commitment at the ranch of his younger sister Isabella and would not join Will for two weeks. Will had begged to be able to make love before they parted and knowing that as far as he was concerned, Will was as good as married to him, Nando had finally conceded. 

The Rojan did have reservations about how the young man's Uncle Jack would react and was planning on eliciting the help of Will's other uncle, Bart Brooks. He knew that the other man hadn't always taken off with saloon girls when the ranchmen had gone out carousing. However, he was always very discreet and Nando was certain that Bart and he shared the same preference for the company of their own sex, whilst able to enjoy the company of both. 

"Nando," the moaning of his name and the gentle stroking of his cheek brought the Rojan back instantly to the present. In front of him was a half-naked Will Brooks, whose nipples were now achingly hard from the constant attention of Nando's calloused hands.

"Sorry, my love," Nando apologized. "Sometimes, it is hard for me to believe we are here, now. You understand?"

"Oh yeah," the young man breathed as Nando lapped gently at the delectable nubs, soothing sensitised flesh with a soft tongue. "I've wanted this for so long, Nando," Will hesitated and as Nando looked up he saw the blush and the way Will had turned his head away. Abandoning the young man's nipples, he put his hand under Will's chin and insistently turned Will back to face him, locking concerned brown eyes with Will's nervous blue ones. "Ah, Nando," Will whispered. "I don't want to disappoint you. I want to pleasure you..." The rest of the young man's sentence was cut off as Nando pulled him into a passionate embrace and captured the younger man's lips hard.

"That cannot happen," he assured the worried young man. "Never, mi Angel. No-one has ever offered me the gift that you do. Today will be perfect no matter what happens. That you love me and want to be here with me, offering to share your body with me, that brings me great pleasure." The older man was more than prepared to find that whilst he might be able to penetrate the younger man with his fingers, things might not go further. Will might not be able to accept his manhood. It was a fence he would cross when it presented itself. Nando had no desire to worry his nervous virgin even further. Making the younger man as relaxed as possible would be vital in successful love-making. However, Nando was more than prepared to wait to bury his body in his lover's to ensure his slender Mate enjoyed the experience rather than endured it. Smiling gently, he brought Will's lips to his and kissed the young man softly. "Sit, mi amore," he whispered.

He brought over the tray and poured two cups of wine from the flask. Handing one to Will, Nando raised his in a salute. "To us, my love," he said quietly.

"To us," Will echoed. "To our life together."

"Together always, my Angel," Nando confirmed.

The two men drank and then settled to feed each other pieces of bread and cheese drizzled with oil. When the food was finished, Nando realized they were feeding more from each other's bodies. Will was contentedly suckling on two of Nando's cheese and oil flavoured fingers, whilst he was sucking each of Will's fingers in turn. With a gentle movement, Nando lay his young love down on the bed. During their eating, Nando had divested Will of his shirt and the Rojan covered the young man's naked chest with a thin blanket. Fastening a couple of his own buttons, Nando smiled at his wide-eyed lover.

"Now I will make preparations to bathe you," he whispered softly. Swiftly, the older man brought a couple of buckets of heated water to put into the small tin bath. He didn't need there to be any great depth. This was simply another way of ensuring Will was relaxed and both comfortable and familiar with his older lover's intimate touches. Satisfied, Nando held out his hand and pulled Will to his feet. He kissed the young man deeply as he unfastened Will's jeans. He pushed the garment down Will's thighs, smiling triumphantly at Will's hard need that jutted proudly from the younger man's groin once the jeans were lowered. Nando manoeuvred Will into the water, his eyes darkening with desire as Will sighed sensuously as the warm water flowed around the heated flesh of his aroused sex. The older male rapidly divested himself of his own clothes and sank to his knees. Nando rubbed soap over Will's flesh in a slow sensual caress. Finally his hands began working around the young man's erect flesh and Will couldn't prevent the moan that escaped his throat.

"Mmm...Nando," the young man murmured. His erection throbbed with need, but he wanted to ensure he pleased his lover. "Nando, please," he begged as the more experienced man caressed erect nipples and tantalized sensitive inner thighs. Will couldn't be certain whether his plea was for his lover to do more or stop.

"Soon, mi amore" Nando breathed in Will's ear. He stood, holding out a towel and helped Will step from the tub. He towelled dry the young man, patting carefully around the solid shaft and delicate ballsac. Satisfied, Nando led Will back to the bed and directed the younger man to lie down on his back. With a feral smile, Nando parted the younger man's thighs and moved to kneel between them. He could hear Will's breath reduced to shallow pants of need and want. He stroked the flesh of Will's thighs causing the younger man's head to thrash and hips to thrust blindly. His hands cupped Will's testicles and gently rolled them and relished the deep moan the move elicited from the highly aroused young man. Leaning down, Nando engulfed the straining shaft as he continued the slow massage of delicate flesh. Nando's free hand draped casually over Will's hips was intended by the South American to pin his lover down when the young man finally climaxed.

Will was too highly sensitised from Nando's earlier ministrations to be able to resist orgasm. The gentle sucking was more than enough added stimulation. Will's body stiffened and he couldn't stop the scream of his lover's name as he came hard. The young man's sexual offering was greedily accepted by his older lover and not a drop of Will's precious seed was missed. Nando continued to suckle gently milking the young man of all he could produce. Only when he felt the flesh begin to soften did the Rojan reluctantly allow his prize to slip slowly from his mouth. Kissing the tip of his lover's penis, Nando then stretched over Will's body to kiss Will deeply. Will moaned as Nando's tongue possessed his mouth and the young man tasted his own release. As the kiss broke, Nando gazed lovingly at the softly panting young man.

"So beautiful," he murmured appreciatively. "So beautiful and all mine, mi chico bonito."

"Love you, Nando," Will panted. "Te quiero, mi amore."  

"Now it is time for me to enjoy pleasuring you again, mi pequino," Nando smiled predatorily. "Now I can touch you ... everywhere".

Will's innocent eyes widened at the feral look in Nando's eyes and the raw desire in the South American's voice. However, the younger man made no attempt to shrink from the need he could see. Instead, trusting that his Mate would look after him, Will raised his arms above his head offering his body to his older lover.

"I'm yours, Nando," Will said huskily. "Touch me, taste me, and show me I'm yours."

Nando's desire flared, but the experienced man refused to rush the next step. He needed to keep Will as relaxed and aroused as possible to be able to initiate their union. Slowly he lowered his head and placed a flurry of light kisses across Will's face. The delicacy of the act contrasted with the fire and intensity in the South American's eyes. He finally covered Will's lips with his own and slipped his tongue into Will's mouth with propriety. Moving onwards, Nando licked down Will's chin and each side of the delicate throat before sucking on the younger man's Adam's apple. He moved lower slowly to begin licking at the dark skin of Will's aureoles, delighting at the way the younger man's nipples reacted by stiffening immediately and the way Will himself was beginning to writhe erotically beneath him. He pleasured both of them by spending long minutes sensually torturing his Mate's nipples and breasts. He gently squeezed and fondled the sensitive breasts alternating suckling and grazing each cinnamon nub in turn until Will was almost sobbing with need, the hard shaft of flesh gently prodding at Nando's body solid evidence of the level of his beloved's arousal. Nando grinned savagely in triumph as Will's hips instinctively thrust seeking relief.

Carefully, Nando arranged Will to lie on his side. A pillow was carefully positioned to ensure the younger man's leg was draped over it, allowing Nando access to Will's erection whilst opening and exposing Will. The young man shivered as the air teased at his anus. Strong hands caressed his body, sliding around him to fondle his delicate ballsac and tease at the slit of his engorged cockhead. Will couldn't suppress his whimper of need as his hips tried to thrust into Nando's knowing touch. The nervousness of Will's exposure retreated under the onslaught of arousal. Nando kissed his way from Will's shoulders to the pale, muscular globes and the tiny exposed pucker that would grant him entry to this special young man's body. He nodded in satisfaction as he noted Will continually humping the pillow. He poured oil onto his hand and began to tenderly stroke the exposed skin.

"Just me, mi Angel," Nando crooned softly into Will's ear. "Just a touch; just letting your body learn how to accept me." Nando thrust his tongue into Will's ear and inserted his prepared finger into the virgin channel. He moved his finger and tongue together. His tongue thrust deep into Will's ear, whilst his finger began a slow movement in...out...in ...out. Will's hips began to follow the movement and Nando waited until his finger moved easily before withdrawing it to a whimper of loss from his lover.

"I'm coming back, my love," Nando assured. "This time there will be two and I will stretch you a little." As he pressed the two fingers into Will's tight, slick heat, Nando kissed Will deeply, sucking the younger man's tongue into his mouth to the same rhythm as his fingers thrust into Will's body. He then began to scissor his fingers to stretch Will further, kissing the young man continually. Before removing his fingers, the Rojan ensured he repeated the thrusting movements, getting his virgin used to the sensation and smiling triumphantly as Will's hips again followed the movements. "Three, mi amore," Nando warned. This time he feasted on Will's neck and shoulders, reaching round Will to fondle the slender man's genitals as three fingers crowded into the tiny passage. There was no doubt that his young lover was tight. Even having successfully accepted Nando's fingers, the South American remained concerned. Will was relaxed, but his channel was tighter than the older man had expected. His own sex was thicker and longer than three fingers and Nando feared that he would still hurt his beloved when he penetrated him.

As his fingers continued to work inside Will's body, Nando oiled his own shaft. He began to shift his fingers a little and was rewarded by a near scream from Will. He smiled as he continued to massage the pleasure centre in the slender man's body and when Will began pushing back hard on the fingers that impaled him, Nando knew his virgin was as ready as he would ever be. He withdrew his fingers, positioning the head of his cock at Will's loosened and glistening centre. "Take deep breaths, my love," Nando warned. "Keep breathing for me. This time you take me into your body and we become as one for the first time." He pushed forward. The oil did its work successfully. With a little persistence, Nando pressed the flared head of his sex past the guardian muscle of Will's body. Nando heard the pained whimper that Will tried to muffle into the pillow. Holding his body still, he caressed Will's back whispering and crooning to relax his Mate. "Relax, my love," he murmured. "It's just me. You want me inside you?" Nando's body wanted to push deeper and release his seed deep in his Mate's body, but his head wanted Will to be pleasured by the union.

"Want you, Nando," Will panted softly. "Please, I need you."

Slowly, Nando eased his sex into Will's body until finally his balls were flush against Will's cheeks. 

"Ah, my love, you have me in you," Nando gasped. He caught Will's hand and guided it round to where Will's skin was stretched tight around Nando's solid flesh.


Nando and Will Ch. 02



Nando and Will: 2 Arrogance and Acceptance

Nearly four weeks had passed since Will Green had joyfully gifted his virginity to Fernando, Nando Rodreguez at the small cottage in Costa Roja. He was now home at Rancho des Torres. On his return he had immediately been set to work by his older uncle, and one of his two guardians, Jackson, Jack Brooks. Nando had been detained from joining him. The older of his two sisters was married to Jack, but the other had a husband in Costa Roja and Nando had arranged to visit her for two weeks. Since Nando's arrival at des Torres they had been almost inseparable. They shared the bunkhouse with the other workers as usual, but after a couple of days had gone to bed to find their bunks mysteriously pushed together at a discreet distance from others. Will had blushed scarlet, but Nando had accepted it with his normal laid-back style. Each night the bunks were together; each day as the couple washed and dressed, they were once again separated. Will had shyly admitted that it was worth the initial embarrassment to wake up in Nando's arms. As yet the lovers hadn't spoken of their relationship to the older Brooks. Bart Brooks, Jack's younger brother, knew and accepted the situation and was to speak on their behalf. Same sex relationships were an accepted and respected part of life and culture in Costa Roja, Nando's country, and the Rojan sought to take Will as his Spouse.

Bart had asked that the lovers wait to allow him to be the first to speak to his brother, but for over a week after Will's return the older man had been away. On his return there had been a flurry of activity at the ranch and so Bart had not found any time for his much needed discussion. He had also wanted Nando to be at the Ranch when Bart had his talk. , Bart had now become concerned, just a day or so earlier, that something regarding the two young men had caught Jack's attention and that the older man was unhappy. Before Bart could manoeuvre his brother into talks, he found himself and Nando sent to Nando's home, Rancho des Caballos. They both felt the request to be a trivial one that any worker from Rancho des Torres could have carried out. Not only had Bart's pleadings, that Nando's father Don Carlos would be happier to see Will rather than he, fallen on stony ground but Jack had suddenly spent a few days in town so no other discussions could take place. Both Bart and Nando had ridden away from des Torres with heavy hearts, reluctant to leave Will to face his uncle alone and yet equally reluctant to incur the older Brooks' wrath by disobeying his instructions. Jack was the main owner of the ranch and ran it with a rod of iron. Jack owned fifty percent of the ranch, the other fifty percent equally divided between Bart and Will. However, as Will was under twenty five, he was still subject to his uncles' guardianship and his inheritance was held in Trust. If Bart were to gain his approval for his nephew and brother's relationship, disregarding Jack's order was not the way to succeed.

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Will sipped tiredly at his canteen again as he worked with two of Jack's longest-serving ranch hands; Joel and Samuel. He hadn't felt too good yesterday as his lover and uncle had ridden away and had put the feeling down to their loss and the strain of the secrecy of his relationship. However on awakening that day had found his throat raw, a rough cough developing and chills randomly assailing his lithe form. Joel and Samuel good heartedly took on the bulk of the repair work, letting the clearly unwell younger man rest as often as possible. As much as Will would have preferred to stay in bed, he had ridden with older men as per his older uncle's instructions. 

"You alright, Will?" Samuel asked giving the slender frame a brief hug.

"Not so good," Will croaked with a tired smile. "Think when we finish I'll just retire to the bunkhouse. Maybe I can sleep off this illness." 

"Rest a little longer, son" Joel said joining them. "We can manage. Sit in the shade for a few minutes."

Knowing resistance was futile and feeling to unwell to want to try and argue, Will allowed the smaller of the two older men to lead him to a small clump of trees and sat as directed. Without being aware of his eyelids closing, Will quickly slipped into a slightly fevered doze.

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Jackson Brooks was not a happy man. He'd seen the way his nephew looked at Nando with big eyes. It was even more evident since returning from des Caballos. He knew of the 'relationships' that country permitted and he was not about to allow his nephew to make the biggest mistake of his young life. There was no possibility in Jack's mind that Will could or should have a relationship with another man. Apart from his own feelings on the matter, Jack was quite certain that Nando was not of that sort and he could and would not contemplate that Will might be. He made up his mind that Will simply had a surfeit of hero-worship for the dashing South American given his complete inexperience in that regard. He would ensure things went no further, his mind firmly closed against any such relationship. Will was to marry a carefully selected woman who would make a good partnership, strengthen des Torres and provide children for the future of the ranch. The older man gave no thought in regards to Will's hopes or aspirations, firmly believing he knew what was best for the boy in his shared care. It was the shared care that made him send Bart away with Nando. Bart was too soft with the boy and he didn't want any possible embarrassment for Nando. With both men gone, he could put his plan into operation and by the time they returned all would be sorted.

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"Will!"

The shout of his name quickly roused the young man from his reverie and he struggled to his feet trying to ignore the pounding in his head and the shivers and the aches throughout his body. He turned to face his approaching uncle as Joel and Samuel looked on with concern. All could see the older man's determined look and Will felt a frisson of foreboding run down his spine.

"Uncle Jack," he said as the older man rode up.

"Saddle up," Jack ordered. "I want you back at the ranch. You men can obviously finish this job alone," he added.

"Yes, sir," Samuel answered.

Jack wheeled his horse around and began to head back, not even watching his nephew. If he had, he would have noticed the younger man's struggles and the wave of dizziness that Will fought to maintain upright. Determinedly, Will mounted his horse and dutifully followed his uncle.

At des Torres, Jack ordered one of the Mexican workers, Pedro, to take their horses and directed Will to follow him into the house. Will was ushered into one of the spare bedrooms and Jack stood imposingly by the door.

"Tomorrow evening you're leaving here and going east to stay with your father's sister," Jack said bluntly.

"No, please, Uncle Jack," Will stuttered panicked.

"This is not for discussion, Boy," Jack growled. "I can see the infatuation in your eyes for Nando and I'm doing this for your good and the good of the ranch. Once you've been away a few days you'll see things more clearly, realize your foolishness."

"We love each other, Uncle Jack," Will said desolately. "Nando wants to marry me."

Jack covered his shock with aplomb. Of all the arguments he expected from his nephew a marriage proposal was not one of them. 

"If he wants to marry you, Will, why hasn't he spoken to me?" Jack asked. "You've been back long enough."

"Uncle Bart was to speak to..." Will began, but Jack cut in coldly.

"If Nando truly loved you, Will, he'd have done his own talking by now. What about his future? If you love him, do you want to jeopardise his inheritance?"

Will's hands went to his pounding head. His mind was in a whirl and he was unable to see that his Uncle's words were purposely aimed to undermine his confidence.

"Jeopardise?" Will murmured. "No. I love him. He loves me."

"Don Carlos told me he looked forward to having grandchildren," Jack lied shamelessly, determined to have his nephew bow to his will and his decisions. "He won't be getting them from me and Marguerita, so they must be from Nando and the wife Don Carlos expects him to take. Trust me, Will," Jack's voice became persuasive. "You've become infatuated with Nando. You've spent a long time with him and seen something there that doesn't exist. You don't want a relationship with another man. You want a wife and children of your own. You love Nando? Then don't stand in the way of his future happiness. Leave him be to find the right woman."

"I want him happy," Will said brokenly.

"Then leave here. Stay away a while and you'll see it's for the best. You aren't a selfish boy, think of what's best for Nando and you'll see I'm right. Now strip." He met the young man's tear-filled confused eyes. "A clean break is for the best, Will and I don't want you trying to sneak out. You get your clothes back tomorrow for going into town for the Stagecoach."

Will had automatically obeyed his Uncle's instruction although his heart felt like it was breaking. Nando did love him - didn't he? He hadn't spoken to Uncle Jack because Uncle Bart was going to - wasn't he? Nando had said Don Carlos would approve their match - hadn't he. They were going to marry - weren't they? Suddenly shaking with a mix of fever and shock, Will handed his clothes over wordlessly. His legs shaking, he sat heavily on the bed, his tears falling silently.

"I'll have food brought here. I know what's best, Boy," Jack assured striding from the room and locking it behind him.

At the sound of the lock, Will's silent tears became wracking sobs. Crawling beneath the bedding, Will cried into the pillow until he slipped into a fevered exhausted sleep.

Marguerita Brooks looked up as Jack appeared with the bundle of clothing.

"Aren't they Will's?" she asked. "Do they need cleaning?"

"No these will do for travelling. I've put some other more suitable stuff for when he reaches the City in his case."

"City? Case? I don't understand," Marguerita said confused.

"I'm sending Will to spend some time East with his Aunt from his father's side of the family. You must have seen the way he looks at Nando. I don't want to cause any problems with your father and I expect that once he's been away for a while, the boy will outgrow his infatuation. I'm also thinking of selecting some suitable young women for prospective wife material. Will can't possibly expect to be able to have a relationship with anything other than the appropriate woman."

"Have you spoken to my Papa or my brother about this?" Marguerita snapped coldly. "What of what Will has said. Does he want to go?"

"Will is under my guardianship and I've made the decision he goes," Jack growled unhappy he was facing criticism from his wife. "I'm not embarrassing myself having any such talks with Don Carlos or Nando."

"You share Will's guardianship," Marguerita reminded him and then gave a gasp. "That's why Bart isn't here. Even he doesn't know about this. How could you?" she demanded angrily. "Will isn't some object to be sent from his home at your whim. He's a young man with a mind and a heart of his own. As for Nando, do not make decisions for him. He has been making his own decisions for many years and he chooses to live his life his way. Do not do this, Jack. Please wait for Bart and Nando to return and discuss this with all of them."

"I won't see Will ruin his life. I won't let him shame himself or the family. He goes Marguerita. Things will settle after a while and he can come back. You'll see I'm right."

"I see you are a blind, stubborn fool," Marguerita snapped icily. "I cannot prohibit you making what I consider to be the greatest mistake of your life, Jackson Brooks, but I can ensure I play no part in it. You sleep alone tonight and all the nights until Will is back where he belongs." The Rojan woman turned sharply on her heel disappearing to the kitchen, her long dark hair flowing behind her.

For a moment Jack was stunned, then angry. He was the boy's guardian and he did know what was best; best for Will, the ranch, everyone. They would see he was right.

In the kitchen Marguerita spoke hurriedly to the servant that her Papa had insisted accompany her when she married Jack Brooks.

"Vacho, seek out Pedro and ride to my Papa's. Tell Nando that Jack is sending Will away. They must get back here as quickly as possible."

"Your murido does not accept them?"

"He doesn't understand, Vacho. It is not my place to speak for Nando. I'm sure my brother had some reason for not saying anything openly as yet."

"Bart was to speak first, Senora Marguerita, but there has been no chance. He and Nando feared Senor Jack's reactions."

"With all right," she murmured. "Hurry, Vacho. Bring them back."

"Si, Senora."

As the grey haired older Rojan slipped out of the kitchen door, Marguerita turned her eyes heavenward. //Por favor// she thought. //Let Vacho bring them back in time//

The afternoon became evening and Marguerita noted with concern that the tray of food and drink that Jack took to her nephew was taken back to the kitchen untouched.

"He'll eat when he's hungry," Jack growled catching sight of Marguerita's look. "He's behaving like a spoilt child. It's clear he's not mature enough to make any significant decisions about his future."

"Or perhaps his heart is so broken he does not feel hunger?" Marguerita countered.

"Impossible," Jack scoffed. "It's mere infatuation by a boy who has no experience in matters of this kind. He'll soon come round when he gets to the City."

"I am retiring early," Marguerita announced rising. "And I intend to sleep in the large guest room. Goodnight."

Jack stared at her retreating form. He hadn't taken his wife's threat to sleep apart from him seriously. He frowned. It made no matter. He knew what was best for Will. No man of his family was of the fey sort found amongst the Costa Rojans.

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The next day was almost intolerable for Jack Brooks. He'd tried to speak to Will that morning when the boy hadn't touched breakfast. The older man had become angry when Will remained buried beneath the covers refusing to answer and had stormed out more convinced than ever that Will was incapable of making adult decisions. His wife had treated him with the cold civility of a near stranger. His two oldest ranch hands had glowered at him, but rapidly disappeared when he turned to face him. He even heard a whisper that they were thinking of quitting des Torres. He felt as though there was an undercurrent of resentment hitherto unknown at des Torres and was at a loss to account for it. Fleetingly the idea that he was making a mistake sent a chill down his back, but he resolutely shoved it aside. He hadn't become a successful rancher by backing down from difficult decisions.

As afternoon approached, a shout came from the rooftop sentry. Six horsemen were approaching at reckless speed. The word quickly spread that it was Vacho and Pedro with Bart and Nando. A murmur rippled around that the other two riders were Don Carlos the father of Nando and Marguerita, whose ranch was even bigger than des Torres, and his personal man Roberto. It was unknown for the comfort loving older Rojan to travel to des Torres in such a manner.

As Jack joined Marguerita to stand outside their house in bemusement, the riders pulled up hard. To his shock and no little fear it was Nando who almost lifted him bodily from the floor, holding at his shirt front.

"Where is my Intended? Nando demanded furiously.

Jack blinked, stunned into silence. He had never seen the young Rojan so angry.

"Answer him," Don Carlos added coming to stand glowering at the hapless rancher. "Where is my son's Intended?"

"My murido has locked him in one of our spare bedrooms, Papa," Marguerita answered seeing her husband was incapable of speech. "I have not seen him eat since yesterday morning. He must be much heartbroken."

"You I will talk to later, Jackson Brooks. For now give me the key that I may tend to the man I love."

The key was handed over almost without conscious thought as Jack took in the words of the younger man. 'Love.' The word echoed in Jack's mind. 'He loves Will'.

"How could you, Jack?" Bart growled angrily. "You 'n' me got to have us a long talk once Nando's seen Will.

Jack stood numbly as his wife led the way and even Vacho and Pedro trouped past into the house to release Will. He had just set foot in the house when combined cries of distress reached his ears. He lurched forward to stand shocked at the now opened door.


Nando was carefully easing Will into his arms. The younger man had vomited over the edge of the bed and the stench from the room indicated he had lost control of other body functions. 

"Joel and Samuel told Pedro that the boy was sick yesterday when they last saw him. He's so hot." Bart's words reached Jack and it suddenly struck him that instead of ignoring him that morning, his nephew had been too sick to respond. That it hadn't been through childishness that his nephew hadn't eaten but through sickness.

"He is too ill to return to des Caballos, my son," Don Carlos opined.

"He needs a doctor, Papa," Nando said.

Jack looked and saw with suddenly opened eyes. Nando was crying tears that ran silently down the young man's face. His brown orbs were filled with a mix of love and fear and Jack had no doubt just how loved his nephew was by the Rojan.

"I'll send a rider," he offered. "Put him into our room, Marguerita."

"Vacho, do you still keep your store of herbs?" Roberto asked as Will was carried limply to the other bedroom, preceded by Marguerita and flanked by Don Carlos.

"I do," the grey haired man replied as he looked up at the broad-chested, black haired man. "Let us combine our knowledge. Pedro you stay with the others," Vacho added. "They will need things for Will."

"Si, Vacho," the darker haired man nodded, trotting quickly to take any orders from the concerned family group.

Soon Will was in a bathtub supported by Nando's naked body behind him and cleansed by Roberto as Bart and Don Carlos hovered anxiously. Marguerita had ushered Jack from the group as it was clear that his presence was simply incensing her brother and Papa.


"How is he, Roberto?" Don Carlos asked his man.

"Very weak, Don Carlos," came the worried reply. "He needs to drink, he is very dry. We must get fluids into him, keep him warm yet lower his fever. Vacho is going into town tomorrow with Pedro. He knows of a shop that sells healing herbs. Whatever the doctor brings, it will not hurt to have medicines of our own to tend the boy."

"S...sorry," the weak voice had all moving closer to the barely conscious Will who seemed oblivious to his surroundings except for the man in whose arms he lay. "Don't want... don't want your Papa to hate you. Not lose ranch. Love you so much. So sorry," the soft voice died away and Will went limp.

"Will I will lose nothing and gain everything by loving you. Don't leave me, mi amore. I love you, my heart. Stay with me, Will. Promise me. Promise," Nando begged as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Try. So tired,"

"I'm here, my love and I won't leave you. Keep fighting, Will."

"'K," this time Will lost the battle to remain conscious. He was quickly and tenderly dried and returned to bed. Nando only vacated his place at his lover's side for the doctor to perform his examination and make his pronouncements.

The doctor looked around at the unusual grouping. Where the doctor would have expected Will's family, instead there was Nando's. He had heard of Don Carlos, the successful horse-breeder from Costa Roja. The Rojan was still handsome, even with his collar length hair the same snow white as his moustache. He was a little taller than his son but both had the same broad physique. The...bodyguard...as the Doctor could only presume him to be stood like a silent sentinel by the door. Taller than anyone else in the room and clearly powerful, his dark hair hung straight to his shoulders and there was a hint of beard. His dark eyes only flitting away from the sick young man for brief seconds.




Nando and Will Ch. 02



"How is he, Doctor?" Nando's voice broke the physician from his reverie.

"Pretty sick I'm afraid," he replied. "I've had a lot of townsfolk come down with this fever. It's bad for about three days before I've seen any improvement in my patients. Most have made a good recovery with care and attention."

"Most?" the word was almost a hiss from the white haired Rojan.

"I've lost a couple of infants and older folk. Those around Will's age or so have just been left debilitated for a few days once the fever breaks. I've left some medication with instructions on what to do with it. Try to keep his fever down and give him plenty of fluids. I'll return in a couple of days, but if he deteriorates I'll come straight back."

"Gracias, Doctor," Nando murmured abstractly, his attention already re-focused on his ill young Intended. As the doctor exited the room, Nando wasted no time in stripping without shame before his father and the trusted manservant and cradled the unconscious blond to his chest. "If I support him this way, we can try and get some liquids into him, Roberto," he said looking desperately at the bigger man.

Roberto was already examining the medication left. 

"Vacho's herbs will supplement this," he said. "I will arrange for boiled water to be brought regularly."

As he left the room, Don Carlos stroked the sweat-damp hair from Will's brow.

"He is young and was fit before this illness struck. We will help him get through this." The older man clasped his son's hand in a reassuring gesture.

"Gracias, Papa"

A tap at the door revealed Marguerita with Jack behind her. It was on Nando's lips to refuse the older man entry until he saw the look in the blue-grey eyes.

Jack, Marguerita and Bart had listened carefully to the doctor as he had given them the same information before being paid by Jack. Jack had then asked Marguerita to accompany him so he could see Will. He now stood in the doorway, looking at his unconscious nephew. The nephew he did...love. It had always been hard for the stoic man to display emotion. He couldn't remember if he had ever told his nephew that he was loved as a son would have been. Jack had always been too busy ensuring Will knew what was expected of him and being the figure of discipline and authority. He wished now he had spent some time just enjoying the company of the younger man. This situation was entirely his fault. He had been found guilty of hubris and he could only pray that Will's life was not the price that had to be paid. Will looked so tiny and frail lying on the broad chest of the darker man. It no longer seemed important, when faced with Will's possible death, who the blond chose to love. He saw how Nando's frame supported Will helping Don Carlos get precious liquid into him. He also saw the depth of love and devotion the Rojan clearly exuded.

"Nando, I know words are of little comfort right now," Jack said huskily. "I know how wrong I was and I just want you to know that if there is anything...anything at all you think would help Will, then just tell me."

"I appreciate the offer, Jackson," Nando said formally, his arms tightening around the slender form. "Roberto is the man to tell you if there is anything. I defer to his greater knowledge in healing."

Jack nodded. "May I...?" His hand reached towards Will even though he found he couldn't say the words. He needed to touch Will, however briefly. He was relieved at the slow nod from the Rojan. He moved to stand at the side of the bed. His hand shook as it reached towards Will. A single tear slid down his lined cheek as Nando lifted Will's hand to allow Jack to clasp it tightly. Words weren't needed, he knew Will wouldn't hear them and he knew at that moment he could not have uttered a single one. He simply stood, holding tightly to the unresponsive young man before nodding at Nando and Don Carlos and exiting the room.

"I do believe there is hope for Jackson Brooks yet," Don Carlos mused thoughtfully. 

**************

During the next two days, Nando never left Will's side and there was always at least one other of the Rojans helping attend to Will. It was at this point that Bart elected to have his talk with his older brother. He spoke bluntly, not looking to unduly shock his brother but needing to get his feelings across.

"Just because I would choose another man as a life partner, Jack it don't make me no monster. I don't have horns or a tail like a devil either. I don't regret that I chose to make looking after Will my life. I love that boy as though he was my own son. If I didn't think Nando was the right person for him, I'd say so and not because Nando's a man. Will deserves to love and be loved. I've seen how much Nando loves him and how much he loves Nando. It ain't gonna be hearts and roses all the time, but that's for them to work out for themselves and I'll always be there for Will to turn to. But I tell you this, Jack. If once Will's on the road to recovery you suddenly decide you ain't happy with Will loving a man, Don Carlos has already promised Nando that they will have a home with him. And if Will goes, so do I."

Jack blinked. He'd lived with Bart all these years and never known, never even suspected that his younger brother was anything but a confirmed bachelor. He'd seen Bart carouse at salons and disappear with women.

"Saloons," he said unable to say more.

"I may have been seen leaving with a saloon gal, Jack," Bart said wryly. "But that don't mean that's who I ended up tussling with under the covers." 

"I never ..."

"You weren't meant to and you still wouldn't. But now I gotta think of Will's future and happiness. Think on what I've said, Jack. I'm gonna go check on Will and then head over to the bunkhouse. The boys want me keeping them updated on Will's progress."

Jack nodded. He had a lot to think over.

***************

Will felt his eyelids had lead weights holding them down and just about everywhere ached, but there was a familiar voice that was asking him to wake up. He knew that voice and wanted to obey, if only the weights would become lighter. With a soft moan, he finally succeeded in opening one eye, the other remaining firmly closed. As the single orb tried to focus he heard other voices.

"Let me wash his lids. One seems glued shut."

"Here, Roberto."

Will murmured soundlessly as a warm, wet cloth bathed his eyes. Then he was focusing on the familiar voice.

"Will, Pequino, open your eyes for me, mi curazon. Por favor, mi angel."

"Nando," the name was a puff of air from Will's lips and he tried harder to open his eyes. This time they opened easily and he gazed into the beloved face to wonder at the fear in the expressive brown eyes and the tears that spilt down the stubbled cheeks. "No cry," Will whispered. His throat was sore and his voice was huskier than he'd ever heard it and Will looked at Nando for answers to questions he couldn't ask. Instead he was enveloped tightly and he nuzzled into the warm, broad chest as he felt Nando's tears on his own face. Then another voice spoke.

"You've been very ill, Pequino. You has us very worried, little one, but now you are starting to get better. It's been nearly four days since you were fully conscious."

Will recognised Roberto's deep warm voice. Then memories started to surface and Will grasped tightly at the solid body pressed against him.

"'cle Jack,"

"Do not worry, love," Nando whispered into his ear. "I will not let anything happen to you. You are my Intended and as soon as you are better, Papa is going to announce our wedding. I am not going to spend a single moment more than necessary before calling you my Spouse and beginning our life together."

"Love..." Will's voice drifted off and he was unaware of the tender kiss to his temple.

"I love you, mi Pequino. You are mine and I will take great care of you."

***********

Will awoke slowly, Nando no longer in the bed with him. The rugged face of Roberto gazed affectionately at him and Will gratefully accepted the cup of water. He found he needed Roberto's hand to guide it to his lips as his own hand shook.

"You will be very weak for a few days yet, Pequino," Roberto said solicitously. "Although we have managed to get water and thin broth inside you, you need much more nourishment to build your lost strength."

"Nando?" Will asked, pleased his voice seemed a little stronger.

"He is having a quick wash. He lay beside you whilst you battled the fever. Once the fever broke his Papa and I insisted he started to care for himself so you would not be concerned at his appearance and waste your precious strength worrying about him."

Will managed a small smile. There were half remembered dreams of being held in strong arms and a soft voice speaking of love. The young man realised they were probably not dreams at all.

"Will, love," Nando's joyful exclamation was rapidly followed by the Rojan sitting at Will's side. Slowly the older man dipped his head and tenderly kissed the still dry lips. "I love you," he whispered against Will's cheek.

"Love you, Nando," Will replied.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Will recognised Bart's voice. The younger of his uncles came to the other side of the bed. The jocular words were at odds with the look in the older man's eyes and the shadows beneath them.

Wordlessly Will simply opened his arms. Bart gave a muted sob as he pulled Will into a hug. "We were so worried, boy," Bart's voice husked. "You were so ill." He rocked the too thin form for a few minutes whilst he composed himself and then slowly released the blond. Tears were in both sets of blue eyes.

"Will?" Over in the doorway, Jack Brooks stood waiting as if for permission to enter. He had heard first Nando's voice and then Bart's and had gone to see if Will had remained awake this time. Although Will had awoken a few times over the last half a day, it had been for scant minutes and he had yet to see his nephew fully conscious. The worry that now clouded the expressive cerulean depths was like a knife in Jack's heart and yet he knew he could expect nothing less. When he and Will had last spoke he had purposely tried to force Will to denounce his love for the Rojan, who still regarded him coolly, as well as send him away from those who loved him. He had a lot to do to regain the trust of the young man. "May I?" he added indicating his desire to come closer. At the small nod he came to replace Bart at Will's side. "I owe you an apology, Will. I was arrogant and I was intolerant and it was my fault you were so ill. I've had a long talk with Bart," he glanced at his younger brother and then at the Rojan who sat listening and watching silently. "And I'm overdue a long talk with Nando. I know the words 'I'm sorry' aren't sufficient, Will, but I am sorry. Very sorry and I hope that at some point you'll be able to forgive me. This is your home, boy and it always will be. I'd be happy, more than happy, if you and Nando would consider living here, at least part of the time."

Will blinked trying to take everything in. He looked at Nando for help, overwhelmed at Jack's words. At the tiny nod, Will did the only thing he could think of. As he had done for Bart, he simply held open his arms. The hug he received was accompanied by wetness against his cheek. Will was shocked to realise his uncle was crying. Will's generous heart was deeply touched by the naked emotion. Will was slowly released and lay back exhausted.

"I am pleased to hear your words, Jackson," Nando said neutrally. "Our talk is indeed overdue. However, I would like to have a few moments with my Intended to ensure he eats a little before resting again. Then I would like for us to speak."

"Whatever you deem best for Will, Nando," Jack deferred. He noted the raised eyebrow from the young Rojan. Marguerita had already warned Jack that if the older man stood any hope of being forgiven by Nando, he had to accept that if the two men married Nando would assume responsibility for Will. It was clear to them both that from the moment Nando had returned to des Torres, Nando had already shouldered that responsibility in an obvious message to Jack.

Nando waited for everyone to leave before possessing soft warm lips in a gentle kiss. It was still far too soon for anything more intense. Nando intended to ensure his mate was fully recovered before they did anything strenuous. He smiled at the gentle nuzzling from the small, frail blond. A tap to the door heralded Vacho's appearance. He handed a bowl to Nando and smiled at Will.

"I am much pleased to see you looking much better Senor Will," he said. "Eat, get strong."

"Thanks, Vacho," Will said, tiredness was already fighting to reclaim him back to sleep.

"Let me help you, angel," Nando said attentively.

Nando was please to find that Will was able to drink most of the bowl of soup Vacho had prepared. Its thickness told Nando that the older Rojan had ensured it was more nourishing than the thin broth that they had previously fed the younger man. He was touched that so many had done so much to help Will. He smiled at the already sleeping blond. He kissed Will's temple and went to the door. He grinned at the tall, muscular sentinel standing impassively just outside.

"I will sit with your Intended," Roberto said. "His heart is generous, Nando. Do not let your anger, however righteous, stand in the way of true bridges being built."

"It will not be easy," Nando sighed.

"Your Papa and Bart have expressed their desire to be present when you speak to Jack. You have many allies. Go make another of the boy's older uncle." Roberto pulled Nando into a strong hug and kissed Nando's forehead.

Squaring his shoulders, Nando headed to the large open living room.

Three pairs of eyes looked up at his appearance. Don Carlos sat next to Bart on one of the large couches, Jack sat alone. Nando could now clearly see the lines and shadows of fatigue on Jack's face. It struck the younger man that where he had spent almost every hour with Will tending to him during the worst of the fever, Jack looked as though he had spent every one of those hours awake and fretting. 

"Jack," he said using the shorter name for the first time since arriving to try and convey he was making effort to be reconcilary

"Nando," Jack acknowledged.

"You are one of the two men who share the guardianship of the man I wish to marry. I had no desire to take Will away from a loving family, nor deprive my Papa of the joy of having two sons under his roof. It had been in my mind to travel between the ranches, both being our home. This ranch is a part of Will's legacy and his inheritance and I know it and those in it hold a special place in his heart. However, your actions over Will have made me wonder whether Will and I could ever see this place as a home for us. It is plain to see that coming close to losing Will has affected you badly. It is clear that you do care for Will which, when I first saw him so ill, I was certain was not the case. You told him this was his home. Can you truly say that you would welcome Will and me here, living as Husband and Spouse with all that entails within our relationship? I would rather take Will to my Papa's home to live there than risk his health and happiness if you found you could not tolerate the reality of our living here."

Jack swallowed. He was being offered an opportunity to demonstrate that what he had said was not simply empty words. To show he had learnt a valuable lesson in tolerance. "I was wrong, Nando, very wrong. I have found that my brother hid from me an essential part of his nature for most of our lives. I do not want to lose Bart or Will to my prejudices. I saw how much you loved my nephew, with every look and with every gesture. I had Will's future all mapped out without a thought for the boy's own wants and needs. A wife, children, a continuation of the dynasty, they were what I wanted. But in truth, what I should have thought about was what Will wanted to be happy in his life. It's clear to me now, that he needs you. I would be honoured if you and Will would spend time living here and I understand that you would want to spend time with your father as well. This ranch is part of Will's inheritance and there will be times I would want him here to learn aspects of the ranching. I will ensure there are comfortable rooms for you to share. A small sitting room and larger bedroom will be added to the side of the ranch. That way you can enjoy your privacy when you want it or join the rest of us."

"That would be very generous, Jack and much appreciated." Nando turned to his father and Bart. "As long as Jack is true to his word about accepting my relationship with Will, I would not deny Will the opportunity to still consider des Torres as home. However, I would also have him able to consider des Caballos equally his home, if you are agreeable, Papa."

"Mi casa es tu casa, mi hiejo, y la casa de tu Espouso, mi heijo secundo." Don Carlos said with a wide smile. He was more than happy to have both boys under his roof as often as possible. 

"In that case, Jackson Brooks, Bartolomey Brooks, I formally request your permission to take William Green to be my Spouse."

"My permission is granted along with my blessing for your union," Jack replied equally formally. He felt warmth spread in his heart that Nando would still make the request given what had happened. Marguerita had taught him the appropriate response, sure her brother would seek his joining with Will to follow all Rojan conventions.

"My permission is granted with my blessing," echoed Bart.

"Papa, I have the permission of the guardians of William Green to take him as my Spouse. He is now formally my Intended and I would ask that a wedding be arranged as quickly as possible."

"It shall be done, my son." Don Carlos confirmed as Nando nodded with a smile lighting his face. 

Three men, with a mixture of pride, relief and joy were left in Nando's wake as he returned to Will.

"It takes a big man to admit when he's wrong, Jack," Bart said. "I know it will be hard for you to realise you no longer have the last say in everything that Will does in the future. But I have no doubt that Nando loves Will as much as Will loves him."

****************

Nando's smile, hidden from Will, was feral. It had been a week since Will's illness, the blond recovering steadily with day that passed. Three days ago his father and Roberto had returned home to begin the preparations for the forthcoming marriage. Nando found it more and more difficult to rein in his passion and desire as Will's health improved. Touches and kisses that began as loving reassurances became more passionate and Nando had seen the need in Will's eyes. Bart, Jack and Marguerita had gone into town and the house was theirs. Nando was certain Will would have found it difficult to express his passion with his family in the house, but Nando hoped that once they had shared their bodies initially, Will would be more confident of doing it again.

"I have missed our intimacy, mi chico bonito," Nando said huskily as he wrapped his arms around Will's slender waist. He rested his head on Will's shoulder and licked at the skin beneath Will's ear eliciting a shudder from the younger man. One of his hands slid from Will's waist to fondle at the growing bulge at Will's groin. "Come to our room."

Hand in hand they entered the room that was theirs until Jack made the new rooms as he had promised.

Nando's hands slowly stripped his lover, his mouth pressing random kisses to the soft warm skin he revealed. Once Will was fully naked he guided the younger man to lie in the centre of their bed.

"I want to pleasure you, mi angel. I want to take you, share my body with you." As Nando spoke he slowly removed his own clothes, using the visual display to ignite Will's passion to a greater intensity. He smiled as he saw the way Will's eyes devoured his nudity. He fondled the heavy sac between his thighs and pumped his dripping hardness. "I want you very much, mi amore. See how much I want you," Nando stalked to the bed and crawled cat-like to straddle Will's waist. He ran his fingers over the engorged head of his sex and held them to Will's lips. "Taste how much I want you."




Nando and Will Ch. 02



Will moaned around the fingers Nando pressed into his mouth and sucked on them slowly. It had been so long since he had tasted his older lover. He gave a small whimper as Nando slowly removed the digits on which Will was feeding.

"Take me, Nando. Please, make me yours again."

"You have never stopped being mine, Will, but I will take you, leave my mark upon you, my seed within you."

Nando growled pleasurably as his mouth latched onto a small pink nipple. His hand worked its twin as Nando sucked and nipped bringing the nub of flesh to aching hardness. His mouth moved to its twin, sucking and nipping at the small pink peak. Moist, open mouthed kisses travelled down Will's hairless chest. Nando licked around Will's navel before tonguing the small indent to an impassioned moan and a thrust of Will's hips. The movement drew Nando's eyes to his mate's slender manhood. The organ lay on Will's abdomen. Already a glistening trail lay on Will's soft skin and it drew Nando as irresistibly as a siren's song. His tongue lapped at the pearly fluid and Nando moaned his pleasure. It had been so long since he had tasted his mate. Will's intimate flavour was as intoxicating and addictive as Nando remembered. He sucked the head of Will's shaft into his mouth, sucking gently and probing at the small slit to encourage more of his lover's pre-come. 

Will writhed in building ecstasy. Nando's wickedly talented tongue licked up the underside of Will's erection, tracing the prominent vein before bathing his sacs with teasing kitten licks that caused Will to buck and thrust blindly. Will fisted the bedding with one hand as the other alternately stroked Nando's hair and fisted it mindlessly. Nando draped one powerful arm over Will's hips, holding the smaller man down. He sucked one of his fingers and reached between Will's parted globes. As he took Will's erection fully into his mouth till his nose pressed into the small blond nest of curls, Nando pressed the saliva slick digit into Will's tiny portal. Unerringly Nando curled it to stroke Will's special spot as he began to orally massage his mate's slender rod. It was too much for the younger man. With a wail of Nando's name, his crème flooded Nando's mouth and the Rojan swallowed Will's salty sweet nectar. Finally Nando allowed the softened organ to slip from his mouth and stretched alongside his mate to share Will-flavoured kisses with the satiated younger man.

"So beautiful, my love," Nando purred. "Such a sweet boy."

He kissed Will softly and then began to deepen the kisses. He still wanted to be buried in his lover when he came, but hoped he would be able to re-arouse Will. Gently he urged Will onto his stomach and placed a pillow under Will's hips to cant the perfect bottom for his delectation. He stoked the satiny flesh and cupped the soft sac. Sensually he squeezed the precious orbs to rub together and then part as his tongue traced random patterns on downy skin. Nando parted Will's legs further and knelt between them. His large dark hands contrasted against the creamy skin and he marvelled anew at his mate's perfection. That the beautiful blond would choose him had chosen him and agreed to be his Spouse. At times Nando could hardly believe his fortune, to be mated with a beautiful, intelligent young man who loved him as much as he was loved was the fabric of dreams and yet the reality moaned and writhed under his hands, under his tongue.

Focusing on pleasuring his lover and wanting to re-arouse him, Nando parted the soft nether cheeks to gaze with hunger and the exposed pink rosebud of Will's entrance. Nando felt his shaft jolt and pre-come dripped to pool unheeded on the bed-sheet. Nando's tongue slid sinuously between the parted cheeks, swiping repeatedly over the tiny portal. From sweeping licks, Nando began to circle to small aperture occasionally probing with the tip of a darting tongue to tease the furled flesh. Finally he was as desperate to taste his lover as Will was to have the agile muscle inside him. Will's pleas and mewls were incoherent sounds of want and need and were increasing the older man's desire to take Will and fill the willing body with his flesh and then his seed. Holding Will as wide apart as possible, Nando thrust his tongue against the rosebud and felt it bloom and open. His tongue pushed deep, tasting Will's most private place. Nando's moan of bliss sent pleasurable vibrations throughout Will's body and Nando felt Will try to push back.

As Nando's tongue alternated between licking wetly around the loosening entrance with deep penetrating thrusts, Nando released one pert buttock to fondle at Will's groin. With a growl of triumph that preceded a muted moan from Will, Nando began to stroke firmly the resurgent erection of his mate. For long minutes Nando's tongue and hand worked to fully arouse his young mate. Reluctantly, Nando pulled back. He reached for the oil and coated two fingers. His smile was self-satisfied as two fingers slid easily inside his lover. Quickly coating the third he stroked at Will's prostrate as Will panted and pushed back surging to his knees and trying to spread his legs more.

"Now, Nando. Please take me now," Will pleaded.

"Roll over," Nando commanded in a voice dark and husky with need. He gave a feral smile of satisfaction as the smaller man obeyed with alacrity and spread his legs wide in a silent, submissive invitation. Unable, unwilling, to deny what the both needed, Nando locked gazes with Will as he coated his hard, purpled flesh that jutted upright from a thick pelt of dark pubic fur. Will's glazed orbs had darkened to indigo and held the same need and desire as Nando's that glittered blackly. Nando pushed the head of his sex against the glistening portal.

"Mine," he growled as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. He held himself still till Will's voice husked;

"Take me now."

Nando felt the slender limbs lock around his waist. Will used his heels against Nando's bunching and flexing gluteus muscles, meeting each thrust of his mate with a movement of his own ensuring Nando went as deep inside him as possible. Nando nipped at Will's throat and collarbone to leave outward marks of his passion and possession. His forearms balanced him as he pounded into velvet heat. A whimper and the thrashing of the lithe body below him heralded the repeated strikes against Will's sweet spot. Nando grunted in time with his thrusts feeling Will's hands grasp and score his muscular back. His head was pulled into a kiss of teeth and tongues and the two men panted wetly into each other's mouths as their zenith approached. Nando reached between their sweat-slick bodies to pull at Will's hard need.

"Come for me," he bellowed.

"NANDO!!" The scream seemed to echo around the room as the world narrowed to the two men becoming one in spirit as well as in flesh. Will's pearlescent seed flowed between their bodies, coating them in the evidence of his sexual surrender.

"WILL! MINE!" Nando's primal roar was a counterpoint to Will's cry. Pushing as far inside the clenching channel as possible, Nando finally found his release. Pulse after pulse of his hot seed flowed into Will's still convulsing body and Will's moan was both wanton and music to the older man's ears.

Will felt his mate's living essence fill him and he revelled in the voluptuous feeling of fullness it gave him. He reached to pull Nando for another kiss even as Nando's flesh still thrust lazily inside him, fully spent of its precious semen. Will sighed in pleasure as Nando's tongue pushed into his mouth. His lover was in him, around him, over him, all he could see, feel, taste, smell and touch was his lover and Will had never felt so complete or content. 

Nando and Will both moaned softly as the kiss broke apart and Nando's softening shaft began to slip from its haven. Carefully Nando rolled their satiated bodies to tuck Will safely in his arms, the blond head fitting perfectly in the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

"Te queiero, mi angel, Nando husked.

"Te queiero, Nando," Will echoed.

Nando nuzzled at Will's temple and smiled at the sudden weight and snuffling that heralded Will was now sleeping sated and safe in Nando's embrace. Nando smiled. It wouldn't hurt for them both to sleep a little after the intense orgasms they had shared. He hugged the slender body close. In just a few short months he and Will would be married: Husband and Spouse.

"Mine," Nando growled softly as he let the soothing cadence of Will's heartbeat lull him into sleep.



Nando and Will Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Deadly Desires

Nando and Will rode tiredly into Rancho des Caballos. It had only been a few weeks since Will had begun to recover from his illness and lately a few at his uncle's ranch had started suffering with stomach sickness. Rather than risk Will's still fragile health, it had been decided he should stay with Don Carlos. Nando had taken on extra work firstly due to Will's incapacity and latterly because of other workers being sick and consequently had become unintentionally sharp with the young blond due to fatigue. Still recovering physically and mentally, Will had taken Nando's irritation to heart and now silently worried about his place at Nando's side. As the two men dismounted from their horses, a beautiful woman appeared at the steps of the hacienda. As Will looked on in shock, Nando's face lit up with joy and he ran to embrace her.

"Marianna," he said hugging her tightly.

"Hola, Nando," she laughed. "I did say I would visit." The woman looked older than Nando and was immaculately made-up and coiffeured. Her dress was a deep blue that seemed to emphasise her dark skin and hair and was clearly of expensive make and material. Her whole demeanour was of breeding and wealth.

"I did not know you would be here already," said Nando walking her towards the house. "This is wonderful..."

The rest of his sentence was cut off as they entered the house leaving Will vulnerable and alone. Tears pricked at his eyes. Will had been left feeling an inconvenience, not an Intended. He sighed and began to lead the horses to the stable. He forced a smile as the stable boy came over.

"Hola, Senor Will," the attractive younger man beamed as he took charge of the horses. "Welcome back."

"Gracias, Marco," Will replied.

"Buenos dias, Pequeno," a deep voice resonated in Will's ear and as he turned he was lifted from the ground and enveloped in a strong warm embrace.

"Roberto," Will gasped, a genuine smile lighting his face. "Hello,"

"Where is Nando?" the big man asked, but before Will could compose a reply Nando's angry voice reached them both.

"William! I expect my Intended to be at my side when receiving guests and not consorting with the ranch servants."

Roberto immediately noted the way Will paled and looked withdrawn at the tone of the older man. Roberto was surprised Nando would be so sharp with the blond. He gazed between one and the other as Will obediently moved to stand at Nando's left and a step behind, his dejected stance reflecting his insecurity..

"It was my fault, Senor Nando," Roberto said levelly. "I was pleased to have Senor Will back at des Caballos. I delayed him." Roberto frowned at the curt nod he received as Nando re-entered the hacienda with Will dutifully at his side. Something was wrong. The joy he had seen between the two was clearly missing. He made a mental note to speak to Don Carlos as he strode away.

Nando had guiltily realised that in his excitement at seeing Marianna again, he had simply left Will behind. However, seeing the pleasure on Will's face when in Roberto's arms had made him angry and the older man had snapped at Will when really the blond had done nothing to merit it. Nando felt caught in a downward spiral. He wanted to take Will and hold and kiss him, but his mis-placed pride stopped him. He had wanted to display his Intended. To Nando's eyes Will had not been so enthusiastic in the Rojan's company of late. Nando did not realise that what he perceived as coolness was insecurity over Nando's irritability. Nando worried that the younger man he loved was growing distant from him and that in turn made him more agitated and irritable. Neither man realised their actions were feeding the insecurities of the other creating a vicious circle.

"Marianna Cortez, te presento a William Green. William Green te presento a Marianna Cortez," Nando made the introductions.

Marianna barely touched the hand of the Americano. She eyed him coldly with a distaste that was shielded from Nando's eyes. She had been told that Nando had an Intended. She had not expected a man, an American at that. She could see the insecurity in the large blue eyes and gave a mental smile. It would seem all was not well between the engaged couple. She would watch and wait.

Will felt like an insect under the dark woman's stare and yet Nando was oblivious to his discomfort. Will had hoped a few days at des Caballos would help him regain the loving attentions of the man who had cared for him so devotedly when ill. With the advent of this beautiful woman, who seemed to be so close to Nando, Will's heart sank. Nando's devotions seemed centred on her rather than him.

Nando took Marianna's arm to lead her to the large sitting and dining room. He sat with her on the couch, leaving Will to perch uncomfortably on one of the chairs. Their animated talk, in Spanish, simply made Will feel even more unwanted and isolated. His language skills were not up to this level. Making a decision he rose.

"If you will both excuse me, I'm rather tired and would like to rest for a while."

"We are in our usual room," Nando supplied. He frowned at the pale young man and started to rise intending to accompany Will to the room.

"Nando, will you not stay and talk with me?" Marianna pouted.

"Don't worry, I know the way," Will sighed, his shoulders slumping as he saw Nando immediately turn to the woman.

Nando was torn, but as he turned back to Will, the blond was already at the door. He decided to spend a few more minutes with Marianna and then go check on his young mate. He determined to find out what was wrong.

Will diverted to the kitchen before going to the room. His mouth was dry and his stomach did not feel good. He could not be sure whether it was the beginnings of the stomach sickness from des Toros or simply his body's reaction to all that was happening. As he got himself a glass of water, he felt faint. The glass dropped from Will's fingers as the room swayed. The cook called for Roberto who was standing outside and the big man rushed to Will's side.

"Are you ill?" he asked concerned.

"Just a little dizzy," Will said as he was guided to a chair. "I was going to go and lie down but I think I need a little air first."

"Let me," Roberto said solicitously. He wrapped an arm around the slender waist and walked Will outside.

Will smiled up at the ruggedly handsome, dark man. Roberto had become like a father to Will and the small blond felt safe with him. He relaxed into the protective embrace.

Inside the hacienda, movement caught Marianna's attention. She smiled, but it did not reach her calculating eyes. Instead, she turned confused brown orbs onto Nando.

"Nando, did your Intended not say he was retiring to bed? I am sure I have just seen him in...I mean with Roberto."

Nando caught the hesitation and his mind filled in the missing words. 'In Roberto's arms'. He surged to his feet and stared angrily at the way Will stood in his father's manservant's embrace. Will was supposed to be in love with him. He stormed from the room, not seeing the delighted smile on Marianna's face.

"I thought it was bed you sought, not Roberto," Nando voice was cold and hard as he confronted Will.

"He felt dizzy, I was simply looking after him as Don Carlos has instructed me," Roberto replied, keeping his own anger firmly under control. He felt Will shrink against him and tightened his grip instinctively.

"Did those instructions include taking him in your arms at every opportunity?" Nando demanded. "Will!" Nando held out his hand and Will moved to stand and look up at the angry man wondering what Nando was suggesting. He was tired and confused and his eyes began to tear.

"I'm sorry," he husked, uncertain as to why he felt the necessity to apologise. He had not done anything.

Nando looked at the pale, sad face and his manner softened. He loved the beautiful blond and he did not want Will to be upset.

"Do you feel well now?" he asked. At the small nod, he wrapped an arm around Will and relaxed as he felt the younger man mould to his side. "Then let me take you to bed."

Nando watched as Will undressed and slid into bed. He leant in to kiss Will and relaxed further at the small sigh of pleasure from the smaller man. It suddenly struck Nando just how long it had been since they had been alone, how long it had been since they had made love. There had been so much to do that he had spent little time with Will. He knew he could not leave Marianna alone for too long, but this opportunity to show his love for Will was one he did not want to miss.

He kissed Will again, this time his tongue thrust dominantly into the blond's mouth. At the soft gasp, Nando's tongue delved deeper. His hands tweaked at small nipples, raising them to hard peaks. He tasted very nuance of the warm wet cavern, finally sucking on Will's shyer muscle. He moved to feast on taut nubs, grazing his teeth over the furled flesh as Will writhed restlessly. He wrenched back the covers to expose the beautiful pale body and felt a primal surge of satisfaction at the rosy erection jutting up from its small blond nest.

"Do you desire me?" he husked.

"Always," Will moaned. "I love you, Nando." In reply his manhood was enveloped in moist suction. Will was helpless as Nando's tongue traced the sensitive underside of his member. A large, knowledgeable hand cupped his sac, squeezing gently then separating the orbs within, rolling them carefully. Will groaned as Nando's teeth grazed the sensitive head and cried out as a tongue probed at the tiny slit demanding more of the intoxicating pre-come it leaked. 

Nando held Will's slender hips as he began to rhythmically bob up and down, hollowing his cheeks, sucking hard. He wanted Will to come, to taste his lover's release. He felt small hands fist in his hair as Will neared his zenith. A cry of Nando's name coincided with the salty sweetness that pulsed into his mouth. Nando greedily swallowed his mate's nectar, sucking until certain there was no more of the addictive offering. As he allowed the sated organ to slip from his lips, he saw Will was out cold. He covered the slight nude form, tucking him in securely and kissed Will's temple.

"I love you, too, mi amore," Nando whispered, sorry he had not spoken the words when Will could have heard them.

Will awoke slowly, his head a little muzzy. He reached for the comforting presence of his mate and was disappointed to find the other half of the bed cold and empty. He sighed sadly. In the insecure young man's mind, Marianna's company had proven more desirous to Nando than his. Yet Nando had made love to him. He held tight to the thought as he started to rise.

"Ah, you are awake," Nando said briskly as he entered their room carrying a jug of warm water he poured into a basin. "It is time to get ready for dinner. As you wished to rest I left you sleeping."

"Is Marianna staying long?" Will asked, hoping his voice did not waver.

"A few days. I want you to get along with her," Nando said as he began to wash. "We have been friends for a few years. At one time we were very close."

The Rojan was unaware of the effect of his words on his young lover. Will stood staring at Nando's back. 'Very close' echoed in his mind. He shivered unconsciously. Would Nando come to realise that he preferred the company of beautiful women? Will glanced down at his own body. He had nothing to compare with the devastatingly attractive woman from Nando's past. He blinked and saw Nando was almost dressed. Woodenly he moved to take his place at the basin.

"I will be in the living room waiting for you," Nando said placing a chaste peck to Will's cheek. Nando knew if he began kissing Will they would not get downstairs, he did not know Will believed he was rushing to return to Marianna's side.

At dinner, Don Carlos watched anxiously as Will seemed to do little more than rearrange the food on his plates. Marianna monopolised Nando's attention, exploiting every feminine trick to keep the Rojan focused on her and Don Carlos was annoyed with his son for failing to rise beyond such tactics. Roberto had spoken to him earlier and he could certainly see that there was something wrong with Will. The pale blond kept glancing nervously at Nando. Don Carlos wanted to shake Nando for the part he was playing in putting that look on Will's face. He also noted that Nando's wine glass was never empty, Marianna refilling it as it reached halfway down. After the meal, the four sat with brandies. Will's remained untouched as Nando finished his first and Marianna suggested refills. 

"Perhaps you and Will should have an early night?" Don Carlos offered as Marianna once again raised a shared experience from hers and Nando's past.

"Oh but, Don Carlos," Marianna fluttered her eyelashes. "It has been so long since Nando and I spoke."

"You are going riding first thing," the older man persisted. "You will have ample time to talk."

"Just this last drink," Nando smiled. The alcohol was making him more relaxed than he had been for a while. He was comfortable and did not want to move. He gazed at Will. "If you are tired you go up," he said magnanimously. "I will join you soon."

The words were like daggers to Will's heart and Don Carlos could see it. Unfortunately, the slightly inebriated Nando could not. Nodding at the hastily muttered 'Goodnight' Don Carlos sadly watched Will despondently head for the stairs. He determined to speak to his son at the earliest opportunity. In front of this woman, who had Roberto uneasy, was not the place and with Nando having been drinking it was not the time. Don Carlos stayed a little longer before retiring himself. He made a pointed remark about it getting late and finally Nando seemed to rouse himself to make a move. Muttering darkly under his breath, the older Rojan ascended the stairs.

Will waited in their room. He was stretched on their bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. He had donned a nightshirt as he had been unable to settle under the covers and too cold to remain above them undressed. He frowned as he heard Nando's voice and childish giggling. He opened the door and peeked through. Nando and Marianna were just stepping into the corridor. Will did not realise that he could be seen by the older woman and, as she and Nando paused at her room door, she manoeuvred the Rojan into appearing as though he were pinning her to the door to kiss. Will watched, too shocked to make a sound, as they disappeared into her room. Without thinking, he ran from his room and down the stairs and threw himself onto the settee sobbing quietly. He was therefore unaware of Nando disentangling himself from Marianna to go to the room he shared with Will. However, in the darkened room and having drunk too much, Nando simply tumbled on the bed, curled around the same pillow Will had held, inhaled the scent of his lover and fell instantly asleep.

Roberto found the distressed blond as he performed his final sweep of the house before retiring to bed. He cradled the younger man as he listened to what Will had seen and the doubts that plagued him. Roberto rocked Will gently, soothing him as best he could, until Will was virtually limp in his arms. He moved to sweep him up and carried him to his own bedroom. As he lay Will down, the communicating door opened and Don Carlos stepped through.

"What has happened?" he asked concerned. "Why is Will here and not with Nando?"

Briefly, Roberto explained and as he finished they turned to see Will gazing wide-eyed at them.

"This room is regarded as Roberto's," Don Carlos said, sitting next to the young man. "In reality he hasn't slept here since two years following the death of my wife. From the day I took him as my Spouse."

"You and Roberto?" Will gasped.

"Si, Pequeno," Don Carlos confirmed. "Roberto had his reasons for not wanting others to know, although the staff here are all aware and under oaths not to reveal the relationship. I must ask of you the same. I want to tell my children myself."

"I understand," Will husked.

"Nando loves you very much," Don Carlos assured stroking the soft blond hair. "I will speak to him tomorrow and then you and he will spend some time together and I will keep Marianna company. She is behaving very childishly when she knows Nando and you are betrothed. Sleep now, Pequeno, all will be well in the morning."

Comforted by Don Carlos' confidence, Will settled down, watching as the two older men moved into the adjoining room, before slipping into an exhausted sleep.

"Nando, are you ready?" Marianna's voice roused Nando from his sleep. The Rojan groaned as his head throbbed in protest. He didn't think he had drunk so much, but his body told another story. He frowned at the lack of Will, his arms still hugging the pillow.

"Nando?"

"In a minute, Marianna," he said his throat parched.

Hurriedly he dressed, rinsing his face and his mouth with cold water, deciding to leave shaving until his hands were more up to the delicacy of the act. He frowned again as he realised Will's half of the bed looked as though it had not been slept in. As he opened the door, Marianna was already beautifully dressed and ready for riding.

"This will be such fun," she gushed. "Just like old times."

She preceded him downstairs, but as Nando took a couple of steps he heard a door closing. Craning his head round he saw Will emerge, sleep-mussed, from Roberto's room and make his way to the room they shared. Marianna reached back to tug impatiently at him. In a daze, he allowed himself to be led to the stable, his mind trying to make sense of what he had seen. 

As Nando mounted the horse, Marco watched Marianna. He saw the look of desire in her eyes as she appraised Nando and the stable boy scowled. Will belonged to Nando and Marco had been given responsibility by Roberto to keep his eye on the beautiful Americano. As soon as he next saw Roberto, he intended to report what he had seen.

Will sat in the shade of a large tree on a soft, thick blanket. Nobody was certain of how long Nando and Marianna would be out riding. Will was watching as Don Carlos and Roberto allowed a couple of their newest acquisitions to run in the corral. 

"Will." 

At the single word, the blond turned, but the happiness that had begun to form on his face at the sound of his name on Nando's lips fell away as he saw the tense visage.

"Nando," he whispered.

"I would like an explanation as to why my Intended slept with another man."

"I didn't," Will gasped.

"So it was not you I saw this morning leaving Roberto's room?" Nando asked.

"I was in his room," Will stuttered, desperately remembering his promise to Don Carlos. 

"And where was Roberto?" Nando pressed.

"He was ... he was..." Will's blue eyes cast frantically around as he prayed Don Carlos or Roberto would come to his aid, but the men had vanished from sight.

"If you no longer wish to marry me, perhaps I should stand aside for Roberto," Nando said his voice brittle.

He turned on his heel, pride and fear warring inside him. One part of him not willing to beg Will to stay at his side, the other terrified of losing the one that completed him. Lost in his own personal anguish, he did not turn back, but mounted his horse and rode away from the ranch, Marianna in pursuit. As such he neither heard the desperate cry of his name from Will's lips nor saw the arm reaching for him in supplication before Will crumpled bonelessly to the floor.

Nando lay morosely with Marianna stretched at his side. They had ridden for a while before dismounting and seeking shade from the searing heat. They had lain together in silence for a long time before he had noticed that Marianna was petting him. He was then taken by surprise as Marianna moved to lie across his chest.

"Remember how we would kiss out here, Nando?" she purred before claiming his lips. He gasped in surprise and Marianna moved lightening swift. Her tongue surged deep into Nando's mouth as she pressed herself against the broad chest. Twisting her lower half, she draped her body fully over the Rojan's, using her legs to push apart Nando's, and ground herself against his crotch. For a moment there was no resistance and then she found herself pushed back onto the ground.




Nando and Will Ch. 03



"Marianna, no," Nando said. "We had our time once and you chose to leave and marry another. We were not right for each other then and I am betrothed now." As he spoke Nando determined that he would fight for Will. Whatever it would take, if he had to beg, he would do it. Nothing was more important than the love he had for the younger man. He bitterly regretted his words and actions, realising he had not given Will a fair chance to explain. In his heart he knew there had to be a reason, neither Will nor the man he had known since childhood would betray him so callously. Berating himself once again for his over zealous temper he stood to move to their horses.

"Nando," Marianna said moving to intercept him. "Are you so sure you feel nothing for me?" she persisted. "You and I may not have been right before I married my poor Miguel, God rest his soul, but now..."

"Now I have Will," Nando said firmly. "I have not been as considerate of my Intended as I should have been. I have to return and make things right between us. You are a good friend, Marianna. I thank you for caring for me and I care deeply for you in return, but it is Will that I love."

Marianna shook with barely restrained fury. 'Care' she thought angrily. It had looked as though fate was smiling on her. Now her hopes were unravelling. Her face, unseen by Nando, was contorted with hate and rage. The beautiful features were now hard and ugly. Then, a cold, malicious smile formed. There were other methods at her disposal to turn Nando's desire towards her. 'And I am unafraid to use them' she thought as she trailed after Nando back to des Caballos.

The hacienda was eerily silent as Nando and Marianna arrived back. Already the sun was dipping in the sky, turning the desert sand from gold to red in the shimmering haze. Nando moved to the large living room to find his father sitting alone. The older man's gaze pinned Nando to the spot where he stood. He had seen such anger in his father's eyes only on very few occasions. 

Not breaking eye contact with Nando, Don Carlos addressed Marianna.

"If you go to the kitchen, Marianna, they will prepare a tray of food for you to be brought to your room. My son and I are overdue a talk."

"Si, Don Carlos," Marianna said meekly. Scowling she turned to obey.

"Sit, Fernando," Don Carlos indicated a chair opposite him.

"Where is Will?" Nando asked. The use of his full name had sent shivers down his spine and he was starting to worry.

"Do you care?" Don Carlos asked and pressed forward before Nando could reply. "You all but told the boy he was Roberto's."

"I am sorry, Papa," Nando said his voice anguished. "I was stupid and angry and I lashed out. I love Will. He completes me. I want to beg his forgiveness and let him explain..."

"He saw you kissing Marianna," Don Carlos said coldly. "The man who was supposed to be faithful to him had preferred the company of another all evening. It broke his heart. Roberto found him crying and between us we reassured him of your devotion and left him to sleep. He could never be Roberto's. Firstly because it is you he loves, with all his heart and soul, although presently he does not think his love returned and secondly because Roberto is already a married man. To me, since two years following the death of your mother. He would not let me speak of our marriage. He worried my children would think I had married too soon. Then that you would have difficulty accepting I had chosen a man and finally he feared that your own marriages could be jeopardised if it were known I had taken my manservant as my Spouse. And because I could not refuse him, given his worry for my children, our marriage has remained the most tightly kept secret in this hacienda. That is why Will could sleep in Roberto's bed, because Roberto sleeps in mine. I asked the boy to say nothing as I wanted to tell you myself of Roberto and me. He honoured that promise to me even when you challenged him."

"What have I done?" Nando asked his voice breaking. "Where is he?"

"In your room. Roberto is with him. We found him unconscious. He had barely eaten since arriving and the emotional strain of your leaving him was too much" Don Carlos' gaze softened. "As you love him, go to him, Nando. Tell him, make it right again between you."

The younger Rojan needed no further encouragement. He flew upstairs and hesitantly tapped on his own bedroom door before entering. Will lay in their bed, his face pale and drawn, with a soul-deep sadness etched on the beloved visage. Reading at his bedside sat Roberto, whose dark eyes glittered with undisguised anger at him. Nando realised that in all the years he had known the older man, he had never seen such anger directed against him or any of the family. He felt deeply ashamed that he had been the one to bring such looks to both of the men that he loved in such different ways.

"The words seem insufficient," he said huskily. "But I offer you my most profound apologies, Roberto." Moving swiftly to the unoccupied side of their bed, Nando dropped to his knees and buried his face against Will's body. "I'm sorry, so sorry, so sorry," he said brokenly. "I love you with all my heart. Don't leave me. Please forgive me, Will. I love you, I love you." Unable to speak further, Nando wept silently as his hands gripped tightly at Will's slender body.

Roberto stood silently and left unnoticed by either younger man. As he moved to the door he could see Will, whose own tears were now falling, pulling at Nando's body until they lay together on the bed. As the door closed, he saw each man wrap around their mate and Will's soft voice reassuring Nando of his devotion.

Nando did not know how much time had elapsed since he and Will had cried themselves to sleep, each reaffirming their love for the other. He had vowed not to allow his temper to make him blind and deaf to Will's needs, who in turn had promised not to bottle up his worries. Both men coming to understand that to make their relationship stand the test of time, there needed to be love, trust and communication. He felt the motion that told him Will was also awakening. He moved the smaller man to be able to gaze into the beloved face.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing Will's soft lips. It felt so good, so right to have this beautiful young man in his arms, in his life.

"Love you, Nando," Will whispered back. 

Nando groaned mutedly as a slender hand stroked at the hair on his chest before caressing a thick, dark nub. This time his kiss was less chaste and more passionate. He moved over the slighter form, keeping enough distance for Will's hand to continue its erotic ministrations. The next kiss was deep, wet and demanding. Will's mouth opened to Nando's tongue. The slick muscle invaded the warm, wet cavern with proprietary ease, tasting every nuance of the man in Nando's arms. It slid over teeth, traced the ridges of the roof of Will's mouth and began a slow, sinuous dance with Will's eager organ.

Panting the two men broke apart for air. Will's mouth latched onto Nando's throat and sucked. Nando growled approvingly. It was rare that Will marked his mate. However, Nando wanted to be marked as much as he wanted in his turn to mark the soft, pale body beneath him. He wanted everyone to know they belonged to each other. He rolled to his back as Will continued his oral assault and began to suck at one thick teat then the other, a hand sliding between Nando's powerful thighs to caress the thick flesh standing proudly forth.

Nando swiftly reversed the positions. He moved to ensure the lamp now gave adequate light to see by. Hovering over the smaller man, who gazed with such love and trust in his darkening turquoise eyes, Nando had to swallow to be able to speak.

"Let me show you how much I love you," he husked.

He positioned himself between Will's outspread thighs. He kissed from Will's mouth to his collarbone. His tongue laved the skin before he bit down on Will's throat to leave his own mark. He heard the soft whimper and felt the instinctive rocking of Will's hips. Purring, he threw the bedding aside and without preamble, swallowed Will's erection to the root, inhaling the musk from the golden curls. Will was defenceless against the rapacious sucking of Nando's mouth, and as Nando held his hips down, the younger man's essence flowed into Nando's demanding maw. The bigger man sucked and swallowed, finally releasing his prize and licking around Will's groin, ensuring nothing was missed. He knelt up looking down with satisfaction at the replete young man sprawled so wantonly and so delectably below him.

Retrieving one of his pillows, he rolled Will pliantly to lie with it supporting his hips, his smooth limbs spread wide. He gazed with awe at the blond who lay so trustingly, waiting for his attentions. His eyes roved possessively, passionately at the expanse of pale skin that was his for the taking. His eyes were drawn to the perfect globes and the dark crevice between. The tiny portal was still shadowed, but Nando knew instinctively where it lay. Waiting. Anticipating. His mouth moved between Will's shoulder blades, nipping and licking, before moving slowly down the younger man's back. As he reached the creamy mounds, he could see the small thrusting movements of Will's hips. He reached beneath Will's undulating body. Will was already refilling, hardening in response to Nando's touches. Nando growled appreciatively. He placed a large hand on each nether cheek, pausing to register the darkness of his skin against the almost marble perfection of Will's, before pulling them apart. 

Nando eyes devoured the small pink entrance. Under his intense stare it flexed, silently inviting Nando closer. He licked up and down the newly exposed skin and watched as the portal fluttered. His tongue slid over the tight rosette, circling slowly, relishing the intimacy of the act. As the flower pulsed, Nando thrust his tongue inside relishing the mewls of pleasure from his mate. He drove his tongue in again and again, tasting and teasing, delving and delighting, becoming more and more aroused by the scent and sounds of his young lover. Nando could feel Will's efforts to push back on the moist invader and he reached for their oil. Coating his fingers, he pushed two inside the loosened opening as he continued to lick and nibble at the responsive flesh. They slid inside Will without resistance and Nando began to stroke his mate's hidden jewel. He grinned savagely at the impassioned wail from the trembling body. Raising Will to his hands and knees, Nando thrust three fingers inside him as he reached to fondle Will's resurgent erection that dripped its need. Will panted and gasped and Nando moved to stroke the sweat-sheened back as he coated his long, hard length.

"Please, please, please," Will chanted softly pushing back to find his mate.

Nando gripped Will's hip to hold him in place. Both men moaned as the older man's thickness sought entrance to the slender body. Slowly, Nando breached Will's defences and he impaled the smaller man on his rock hard shaft. He pulled the blond to sit astride his thighs, burying himself that bit deeper as Will groaned pleasurably at being so fully filled. For a moment, as he became accustomed to the welcome invasion, Nando plucked at Will's nipples tugging and rolling them till they were diamond hard peaks. He nibbled at the soft throat as his hands roamed imperiously over Will's chest before stroking the rosy erection with one hand and cupping and squeezing the hairless sac with the other. As Will writhed on his hardness, the Rojan began to flex his strong haunches. He effortlessly dragged over Will's sweet spot with every movement causing the younger man to gasp, pant and thrash. Nando stroked his beloved firmly into time with his thrusts, his other hand wrapped tight around the trim waist, lifting him up and pulling him down to get as deep inside his young lover as possible. Will had one hand on Nando's hip, the other reached behind to a strong shoulder, the blond helpless in his mate's intimate embrace.

Nando growl was low and feral as he felt the trembles assailing the slender blond. He could feel the tight, slick sheath begin to ripple around his aching hardness and he knew Will's release was imminent. Will's breath was coming in moist gasps against his sweat damp neck as his lover's head lolled against him for support.

"So good, Nando," Will's voice was barley a whisper. "Feels so good with you inside me. Need you so much, love you so much."

"So tight, so hot, mi amore. Love being inside you, love you. Come for me, my sweet. I can feel how close you are. Let it go, precious."

Will wailed Nando's name as a creamy fountain pulsed from him, coating Nando's hand, his own stomach and chest as well as the bed. He convulsed in Nando's embrace from the intense release.

Nando grunted as his erection was squeezed hard by Will's internal muscles. As Will slumped spent, Nando lowered them to the bed and as Will's channel continued to spasm in the aftermath of his orgasm, Nando pounded into the boneless body. On the fourth thrust he erupted. His seed flowed deep into Will's rippling sheath, the small movements helping to milk him dry. His roar of completion was muffled by biting down on Will's shoulder, his hips pistoning hard and fast, as he emptied himself into the willing body beneath him. His hips continued to jerk spasmodically for several moments, even when he was fully spent. He kissed the nape of Will's neck, licking at the beads of sweat to a soft sound of appreciation. He thrust desultorily into Will, not yet prepared to sever the intimate connection. Although he could feel himself softening, his size meant he could still stay in Will for a few more precious moments. Finally his member slid from its haven to a moan of loss from both men. Nando gathered the exhausted blond to his chest, pillowing Will on his shoulder and smiling at the contented sigh. 

"Love you," Will breathed holding tightly to Nando.

"And I you," Nando affirmed nuzzling at Will's temple. 

The tenseness and insecurities of the past days melted away in the warmth of their shared love. Nesting together, the two men slipped into restful sleep.

The next morning Marianna was greeted by the sight of Nando and Will sitting in the large chair that Don Carlos had been in the night before. Will was cradled to Nando's chest and the two men were smiling contentedly. Inwardly she fumed at the scene. That Nando would waste his time and affections on the blond strumpet had her skin crawling with revulsion. She ensured her features were schooled into one of neutrality. At present, it was too much to try and look pleased.

"Buenos dias, Nando," she said as pleasantly as possible.

"Marianna, good morning," Nando smiled. He failed to notice that her greeting did not include Will, too enamoured at having his lover held close in his arms. 

"Good morning, Marianna," Will said quietly, smiling shyly wanting the woman to like him just a little for Nando's sake.

"Morning," she nodded briefly, unable to ignore him. 

"Papa and I are going for a short ride this morning, Pequeno," Nando told Will, nuzzling at the silken gold tumbling past Will's slender shoulders. "Perhaps you could show Marianna the new horses you were admiring yesterday?" Nando threw a glance to where Marianna now sat at the dining table.

"Of course, Nando," Will readily agreed. He could easily chat for some time over the magnificent new stallions and the other horses of the ranch.

"That would be fine," Marianna concurred through clenched teeth. Already her mind was working on what she could do to get her plans back on course. One thing was uppermost. 'It's not as though it will be the first time' she thought to herself. As Will disentangled himself from Nando's arms, Marianna's callous eyes carefully appraised the small, slight form, 'nor too difficult'. She smiled a false, brittle smile that neither man noticed. 

"Good morning, boys, good morning, Marianna," Don Carlos grinned widely as he entered and was greeted. He and Roberto had heard Nando and Will reaffirming their love and the older man was overjoyed to see the two young men clearly showing their shared affection. This was how it should be. He gave a genuine smile to Marianna, whose own seemed forced in return. 'Too bad,' he thought. 'You are not what I would want for my son.'

Breakfast finished, Nando and Don Carlos rode out together and as they disappeared Will turned to lead Marianna to the corrals. However, the dark haired woman had other ideas.

"Let us go for our own ride," she suggested pulling Will to the stable. "I would much rather ride horses than look at them."

"But..." Will began.

"You ride, I ride," she said. "Sin problema."

Will reluctantly readied his horse as Marianna swung into her saddle. As he followed her out of the stable and away from the ranch, Marco went racing to find Roberto. He had kept quiet, watching the woman and Will as ordered by Roberto. He had seen the look on Marianna's face as Will had saddled his horse and it had the young stable boy terrified.

Less than half an hour after they had left Des Caballos, Don Carlos and Nando rode frantically back, a third man in their wake.

"Marco, where is Will?" the older man asked.

"He rode out with Senora Marianna," the dark haired boy replied. "Roberto went after them. Her look, Don Carlos, it was pure evil."

"I can track them," the stranger offered. 

"As can I," Nando affirmed.

A moment later they were outside the ranch gates and the three men rode away at a punishing pace, leaving Marco to stare at their disappearing forms.

"Surrender to me," Roberto's voice cajoled. "There is no need for this to go further."

He stood; his gun extended pointing directly at a terrified Will Green.

"There is every need," Marianna hissed. She stood a couple of feet behind Will, her own gun pointing at Will's back. "Throw your gun away, Roberto. You will not shoot. You will not risk hitting the boy. I, on the other hand, have no such reservations. If you give up your gun, I will simply ride away and leave the boy unhurt."

Roberto could hear the lie in her voice. If he dropped his gun, both he and Will were dead. Unfortunately, she was right about his not shooting. There was no way to hit her without hitting Will first.

"I do not believe you, Marianna," he replied coldly. "If you hurt Will, I will kill you and I do not think you want to die.

Marianna gave a low snarl. There had to be a way. "I have Roberto in my sights, Gringo," she hissed malevolently at Will. "Start moving backwards or I will kill him."

Will was shaking with fear, both for himself and for Roberto. He loved the older man and was unable to know whether Marianna spoke the truth or not. He took a hesitant step backwards.

"Stay still, Will," Roberto's voice was calm. "She cannot hurt me, only you. Stand where you are."

"You are a fool, Roberto," Marianna sneered. 

There was a sudden flurry of activity and a dark figure darted from the cover of rocks at Marianna's left to throw Will to the ground, blanketing the slighter figure. At the same time an order was barked from behind the enraged woman.

"Federal Marshall, drop your weapon!"

"No!" Marianna shrieked and brought her gun to bear on the huddled figures.

Two gunshots rang and Marianna's body jerked and contorted before crumpling to the floor.

"Nando, Will," Don Carlos shouted frantically as he was held from running forward by the Marshall at his side.

"We're fine, Papa," said Nando as he moved from his protective stance over his mate. He helped Will to stand and pulled the trembling boy to his chest where he would not see Marianna's body. "Thank you, Roberto," he added as the larger man came to enfold both younger men in a tight embrace, joined seconds later by Don Carlos.




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"She's dead," the Marshall pronounced as he crouched at the side of the woman's body. "You had a lucky escape, son," he added as he watched the group compose themselves.

"Perhaps you could return with us to the ranch, Marshall," Don Carlos said. "I think we would like to hear the full story somewhere more comfortable.

"Marianna was already married to an American before she took her Mexican husband. The American had been quite rich and had swept her off her feet, but lost most of his money gambling. They came up with a plan to marry her to an old, rich man and ensure she inherited his fortune. However, she wasn't willing for nature to take its course and poisoned the Mexican. His death roused his family's suspicions and my investigation was commenced. She also didn't want to share her new fortune with her wastrel husband. She shot him and left him for dead. I found him and he is now in prison for his part, having given us all the details over his wife. It took me a while to track where she had gone, before finally locating her here."

"She had already killed," Nando said disbelievingly, hugging Will tightly. The memory of Marianna pointing her gun at Will's back vividly in his mind's eye.

"Two men to her mind," the Marshall nodded. "She wouldn't have thought twice about killing your young Intended, Senor Rodriguez or you, Roberto."

Don Carlos sat next to the tall, dark man. His hand gripped the other man's tightly at the thought that he could have lost both his beloved Spouse and the young man he already loved as a son. 

It was a sobering thought of how fragile life could be and reinforced to all present how love should be clasped and treasured for the gift it was.

"I thank you for reaching us as quickly as you did, Marshall," Don Carlos said.

"If you have no further need for us, Marshall, Will needs to rest."

"Of course, Senor Rodriguez," the big blond nodded. "I can take formal statements later."

As Nando and Will moved to leave, their arms wound tight around each other, Don Carlos breathed a silent prayer of thanks for both Will and Roberto having been delivered back to their lovers unharmed. His eyes met those of the man he loved, the other half of his soul. The smile on his Spouse's face told him he was thinking the same and their grasp tightened. He knew that neither he, nor his son, would be complete without the man they loved.



Nando and Will Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Ceremonies and Consummations

The tall dark man stood proudly at the side of his soon-to-be Spouse. His hair, as black as a raven's wing was shining, tied neatly in black silk ribbon at the nape of his neck. His deep brown eyes radiated joy. He was certain that on this day, his perpetually slightly stubbled cheeks were smooth enough to rival those of the blond beside him. He also fought to keep his occasionally less-than-pure thoughts to a minimum. His black pants were so tight as to have been sewn onto him and they displayed his endowments to great advantage to exemplify his virility. However, it also displayed unintentional jolts of arousal as his mind drifted to spending his first time with his young lover as a married couple. His white silk shirt had a deep 'v' showing the bronze skin at his chest and the dusting of dark fur. A red silk cummerbund was around his waist. A black bolero jacket and heeled and highly polished black boots completed the ensemble. Nando knew just how good he looked.

However to his mind, no matter how good he might look, his mate looked simply stunning. His eyes slid to caress the blond possessively. The golden silken tresses that normally framed the angelic face were similarly tied as Nando's, but with turquoise ribbon. The same turquoise as the silk shirt which so perfectly complimented his lover's cerulean eyes. The high cheekbones were slightly flushed and each time the tip of a pink tongue peeked out to lick at full lips, Nando felt his groin tighten. The blond's pants and jacket were white to denote purity and chastity and were both much looser than Nando's clothing. The boots were the same heeled and highly polished footwear as the bigger man's. Nando suddenly snapped his attention back to the speaker.

"Do you Fernando Rodriguez Rodriguez, with the giving and receiving of a ring, accept William Green as your Spouse, this day and for all your shared tomorrows?"

"I do," Nando said his voice proud and confident as he slid a gold ring onto Will's slender finger.

"Do you William Green with the giving and receiving of a ring, accept Fernando Rodriguez Rodriguez as your Husband, this day and for all your shared tomorrows?"

"I do," Will replied as his shaking hand managed to successfully place a matching ring on Nando.

"Then in the presence of the people here gathered, your family and your friends, I pronounce you Husband and Spouse. You may now kiss."

Nando's beaming smile held a feral edge and Will's bright blue eyes opened wide. His husband's lips closed over his and all else around them ceased to exist for the younger man. Nando's tongue teased the ridges at the roof of Will's mouth, stroked the satiny inner cheeks and lazily duelled with Will's own slick muscle. Will moaned softly as his mouth was tenderly ravished. A strong hand held his head at the perfect angle, the other at the small of his back kept him upright. 

Nando felt his erection straining at its cloth prison as his conquering maw sucked Will's tongue into his mouth before the need for air finally drove them apart. He swung Will to be cradled in one supportive arm, the only thing that kept his Spouse still standing. He saw the way Will's eyes were darkened and glazed, giving him a sultry and debauched look and he grinned triumphantly.

"Vos presentos a William Rodriguez Green, mi Espouso," Nando bellowed unashamed at the hard evidence of his arousal.

A corresponding shout went up from the crowd and Nando was please to see Will's uncles join in. He still harboured some reservations about Jack, but the older man had given no cause for concern since Will's illness.

Will buried his face against Nando's shoulder. He'd been warned all about the ceremony and rituals, but could still feel his face burn at the thought that so many had seen the way in which he melted under the searing heat of Nando's desire. 

"Te quiero, mi chico bonito," Nando murmured softly into sweet-smelling, soft blond hair. "No man has anything so beautiful. I am truly favoured to have you as my Spouse.

"Love you, Nando," Will whispered back.

With a reassuring kiss to Will's temple, Nando then raised his head.

"I invite you all to eat, drink and to celebrate our wedding, the most joyous day in my life."

Another cheer of approval had Nando beaming widely. Privately, he knew not all of those present would be truly as pleased as they appeared. His Papa was both rich and successful, his horses prized as far as Europe and the East. Many of the more distant family had harboured the hope that they could ally themselves with Don Carlos through marriage with one of his beautiful daughters or his dashing son. However, now all the children were married, this was no longer an option and Papa was a very shrewd businessman. Any association with a less successful family concern needed careful negotiations to persuade Don Carlos to assist. Nando knew there were conventions to be followed that day by all, but if any marred his union with Will by speaking openly in unfavourable terms, Nando had every intention of letting his fists provide a suitable response.

As though sensing Nando's sudden tensing, Will pressed close.

"It's the most joyous day in my life, too," he whispered, holding to Nando's arm. He was immediately rewarded by a long, deep kiss."

"Come mio amor," Nando husked. "Let us attend our reception for a fitting time and then I can take you to the hacienda where we can be alone and ... intimate." The last word was a dark, seductive caress of Will's ear, followed by Nando's moist tongue sliding sinuously around the small shell. Will couldn't suppress either the moan or the shiver of arousal and anticipation that ran through his body. He was even more relieved for the looseness of the clothes he wore. Throughout the ceremony Nando's looks and touches had the younger man repeatedly growing hard. Will was certain that by the time they returned to Don Carlos' ranchero he would be begging his Husband to fill him and the thought sent another jolt to his already excited flesh. He gave a soft whimper of need.

"Come, Pequeno," Don Carlos jovial voice broke into their intimacy. "Come, Nando, your guests await. There will be plenty of time for you to be alone later."

Smiling, nodding and holding tightly to each other's hand, the newlyweds followed the older Rojan.

Inside the large hall were tables laden with a wide variety of food and drink and Nando nodded in approval. Fresh flowers bedecked the walls and hung around the ceiling. A small band played music and Nando was pleased to hear the small gasp and the look of surprised delight from his new Spouse. Everything today had been arranged by Don Carlos, although Will's uncles had insisted on paying towards the food and drink.

"Senor, senoras, senoritas," Don Carlos bellowed. "I present to you my sons, Fernando and William." He beamed proudly as he stood aside for the younger men. On cue, the band began to play the music for Nando to lead Will out onto the floor; their first joint act as a married couple. Will felt his cheeks redden further. He and Nando glided effortlessly in a complex mix of twirls and dips that they had practised for several weeks. Finally, as the music reached its crescendo, Nando dipped Will so that the younger man's hair seemed to almost brush the floor. In Rojan marriage tradition, the deeper the dip, the deeper the love and trust of the couple and Nando's chest swelled with possessive pride at the gasps of appreciation from the audience. 

A breathless Will was guided to the relative sanctity of his family and friends which included Joel and Samuel as well as Vacho and Pedro. Convention also dictated that Nando's family would come to request dances from the new Spouse to ensure Will met everyone and for them to offer their congratulations. The blond knew he would be dancing repeatedly, but wished it would only be with his beloved Husband. He couldn't help but smile however as he was whirled around the floor by different people and saw Nando watching him lovingly.

****

A couple of hours later, Nando had reached the limits of his patience. He wanted his young lover and needed to consummate their marriage. A carriage was waiting for them and from the relative safety of a travel rug over their legs, Nando was able to touch and caress the hidden sweetness of his Spouse. They tumbled achingly hard and kissing desperately into the hacienda. The ranchero still had its guards outside, but all the indoor servants were celebrating back at the hall in the local town. Nando urged Will upstairs, his hands stroking at flesh he had managed to reveal as he unfastened and tugged impatiently at Will's clothing.

Finally both men were fully naked and their twin arousals throbbed with need. Nando loomed over his blond beauty, revelling in the knowledge Will was truly *his* now. Nando licked at Will's parted lips and the younger man surrendered willingly. Nando dove inside, plundering the warm wet cavern and ravishing Will's shyer muscle. He moved to nip down Will's smooth jaw to suckle hard at neck and shoulder to leave his first mark of possession as Will's Husband. Open-mouthed kisses were bestowed across the smooth, heaving chest and each perfect cinnamon nub was laved with moist heat. Kitten licks followed and Will writhed and moaned, his hips thrusting, seeking relief for the aching arousal between his thighs. Nando growled possessively at the sight of the rosy flesh, its pearls of need pooling at Will's soft abdomen. 

Will opened his legs wider in a silent plea to his dominant mate. He wanted, needed to be taken; needed the touches from his Husband that would bring his fulfilment and completion. A pleasurable heat in his lower belly was spreading, enveloping him in a web of sexual pleasure and he whimpered his desire. He gave a choked moan as Nando's heavier weight settled between his splayed legs. Nando's hardness rubbed erotically against him, his bigger mate thrusting down as Will pushed up. Nando's lips crushed against his, stealing his breath. Their tongues danced together to the same silent, ageless music as their arousals. A tug at one already highly sensitised nipple and Will's joy overwhelmed him. He shouted Nando's name as his release pulsed between them. An echoing cry and his Husband crested and their seed mingled between their sweat-sheened bodies.

"Beautiful, mi carino," Nando murmured as he peppered Will's face with tiny kisses and nuzzled in the blond silk that was slipping free from its silken prison.

"But that was a mere appetiser. We have much more to delight us still."

Nando moved to straddle Will's sated form. He licked his way down Will's body, his tongue swiping desultorily across the still-heated skin to cleanse away their mutual completion. His tongue rimmed Will's navel before thrusting inside the tiny indent to mimic a more intimate act to follow. He nuzzled at musk-scented blond curls, tugging gently with his teeth as Will's shaft began to re-awaken. He nibbled carefully at the base and then kissed his way up the thickening organ. He knelt at Will's side gazing with eyes that blazed with love and desire.

"Open yourself to your Husband, mi angel," Nando husked.

Will obediently bent his legs at the knee, lifting them towards his chest and then let them drift wide apart. He moaned softly at the passionate look in his lover's eyes as his hidden entrance was revealed, his position hiding nothing from Nando's possessive stare. He felt even more naked and wanton as he saw the undisguised desire in the older man's gaze.

Nando's eyes devoured the sight before him. Will open and vulnerable, his half erect manhood lay on his abdomen and moved hypnotically with each panting breath Will took. Nando licked at the filling organ, allowing his tongue to follow the vein on the underside from root to tip over and over. Taking it fully into his mouth he began to suck slowly, letting his tongue probe at the tiny slit encouraging Will's intoxicating pre-come.

Will mewled as he was enveloped in wet suction. Nando's hands slid over his body, tugging at his taut nipples and caressing his sac. He felt the orbs within rolled together and apart and he keened softly. His hands sought out Nando and contented with petting at his Husband's hair and shoulders. Nando's agile muscle laved at his shaft before he moved to graze the glans with his teeth. 

"Oh, Nando," Will sighed. "Love you."

Nando hummed in reply as he engulfed Will's member and Will bucked and writhed only to find himself pinned to the bed by strong arms. Nando had no intention of rushing their intimacy. He wanted to make Will come again and again. His dark head began to bob between smooth golden thighs as he took Will inexorably towards a second climax. His dark tresses, loosened from their ribbon by their earlier lovemaking tumbled free and Will reached to pet at them. Will's moans and cries increased in intensity as the older man hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. He slid a finger between the widely-spread legs to ghost tantalisingly over the tight rosette and then pressed.

Will thrashed in abandon. His hair now fully unfettered whipped freely as his head rolled from side to side. He felt Nando's mouth work at his arousal, the wet heat and suction driving him closer and closer to completion. He reached to fist mindlessly in Nando's hair, his hips desperately trying to pump into the older man's gloriously persistent maw. He whimpered as he felt a single finger caress his secret opening and then it pressed against him and Will was lost. Pleasure shifted and crested washing over the blond in wave after wave.

"Nando, Nando, oh...ohh," with a scream the young man came again.

Nando's mouth was filled with Will's sweet cream. The Rojan swallowed rapaciously, releasing his restricting hold on Will's hips to allow his young lover to thrust into his mouth. 

Will came back to his senses to realise his hips were still thrusting languidly into Nando's now gentle mouth even though his manhood was fully spent. He opened his eyes to gaze adoringly at his older mate and Nando moved to lie alongside him and kiss him with a sweet tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of their previous act.

Releasing his love's lips to a whine of distress, Nando allowed Will to see him coat his finger with their oil. He watched as Will's eyes darkened impossibly further, sultry sapphire meeting burning bronze. He teased at the tiny aperture patiently waiting until it pulsed its welcome and then slid a single finger into molten heat. Will's channel grasped greedily at the welcome intruder as Nando caressed silken walls. Nando dropped his head to lick at Will's velvet sac as he entered Will with a second finger. As he rubbed at Will's sweet spot he took one then the other precious orb into his mouth to roll and suck.

"Please, Nando, be inside me now," Will begged.

As tempted as Nando was, he refused to rush preparing his lover. His erection was long and thick and was always a tight fit into Will's slender channel. Although no longer a virgin, Nando wanted his Spouse to remember his wedding night for pleasurable reasons. He pressed a third finger into Will as he licked around the head of his lover's organ. He scissored and corkscrewed his fingers, opening and coating the blond for their union. 

Will writhed on the fingers that delved deeply into his body, mewling incoherently as they swept across the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within his body. He reached for their oil and coated his hands and then moved to reach between Nando's splayed thighs.

Nando grunted as Will's hands began to stroke their lubricant onto his already primed manhood. He gripped the base tightly to stave off coming too soon as he pulled away from his lover's attentions. He leant over his smaller lover, draping Will's calves over his shoulders and lining up his hardness with the glistening portal that silently beckoned. Nando pushed forward, sheathing himself fully in slick, searing tightness. He held himself still waiting for the hitch of Will's slender hips that would signify his mate's readiness.

As he felt the movement of his lover to impale himself further on Nando's arousal, the older man leant to take his lover's mouth in a long deep kiss. His hips moved in a slow, fluid rhythm pumping into tight heat as he let the kiss ebb and flow. He felt Will's shaft twitch dryly as Nando repeatedly struck his sweet spot. His young Spouse moaned softly as Nando worked slowly and steadily to reawaken his lover's passion. The blond writhed as the older man reached between their undulating bodies to gently tease the half hard flesh at Will's groin. Will groaned as his highly sensitised shaft was stroked with barely-there touches as his jewel was rubbed repeatedly. 

"I am glad I make you insatiable, mi angel," Nando husked, his touches becoming stronger, more demanding.

"Only you, Nando," Will moaned.

"So tight, so hot and so mine," Nando growled. His hips began to move faster and harder pounding into his lover's sweet willing body.

"My Husband," Will cried as Nando thrusts took on a punishing pace and the older man's hands became a blur as he pulled demandingly at Will's resurgent shaft.

"Venes, mi amor," Nando purred into Will's ear. "Come for me; come with me, my love."

Will's cries became a continual keening. His head thrashed, he couldn't believe his body was hard yet again. He felt on the cusp of falling into eternity. Stars danced before his eyes, tendrils of pleasure enveloped him in a sensual haze. All he could see, hear and feel was Nando's body; possessing him, owning him, claiming him in a way unfelt before. It was suddenly too much for him. He arched with a silent scream as another orgasm wracked his slender frame, his erection able only to produce a small pulse of seed. The lights increased in brilliance before all went grey.

Nando roared as he felt Will's channel clench rhythmically around his aching flesh. His seed erupted into the spasming velvet walls, filling his young mate with the hot liquid essence of his love and desire. Finally spent Nando nuzzled at his exhausted young lover who still lay senseless. With an economy of movement, Nando arranged them comfortably and slipped into sated sleep.

****

In the living room of the hacienda, Don Carlos and Roberto sat with almost finished glasses of brandy. The partying would continue for some into the night whether the newlyweds were there or not, but the two older men had sought some quiet time following the activity of the last few weeks.

"Come, Roberto," Don Carlos said standing. "I have something for you."

Puzzled the bigger, dark man followed Don Carlos to the table. As he drew near, the older man moved to push Roberto face down and took his place between the younger man's spread legs.

"In all the time we have been Husband and Spouse I have had to hide my joy and our relationship for the fear you held for my children. The fear that they would in some way be disadvantaged by the world knowing of our marriage. Today that ends. Nando and Will already know and tomorrow I tell my daughters and their husbands." As he spoke, the white haired man undid and removed Roberto's shirt. He paused to admire the solid musculature of the naked back. "So much power, mio amor," he husked. "So much beauty." His hands unfastened the other man's pants, allowing them to fall unheeded. "Before we retire this night you will concede to me. I will no longer hide what we are or what we have." Roberto groaned as a knowledgeable hand cupped and fondled the heavy, furred sac that hung between his spread thighs. A moan greeted the touch to his hard, hot erection.

Don Carlos rubbed his cloth-covered erection against Roberto's naked cleft before dropping to one knee. In a practiced manoeuvre, he parted the lightly haired globes and began to tongue the dusky rosette. He smiled at the wanton sound from his bigger lover as his folded muscle jabbed and pressed until granted the desired entry. He tongued the velvet channel avidly relishing the earthy taste of his lover and the incoherent cries from the younger man. Reluctantly pulling his tongue away, Don Carlos inserted two saliva-slick fingers and teased mercilessly at the dark man's prostate. As he pushed a third inside, he unfastened his pants and stroked his pre-come over his engorged flesh. With a moan of pleasure, the older man stood and sheathed himself in one swift slide.




Nando and Will Ch. 04



Roberto's moan echoed his lover's. After all their time together, he still fell apart whenever Don Carlos exerted his sexual dominance. The pure eroticism of being bent naked over the table by his still dressed lover, the Master of the House, caused Roberto's arousal to pulse its approval. Waves of pleasure rolled over the big man as his sweet spot was struck with expert precision. With a bellow of his Husband's name, Roberto came without another touch to his aroused shaft.

Don Carlos smiled as Roberto came undone. He rode out the rhythmic clenching around his shaft, clutching at its base. As Roberto began to recover, the older man eased from his smooth sheath to fully denude his Spouse.

"On your back, mi Espouso," he commanded softly. "Spread yourself for me."

Roberto complied, lying back on the table and opened his powerfully muscled furred thighs wide to display himself to the man he adored. The feral growl told the bigger man just how the sight of him naked and open affected his lover and he felt a surge of pride he could still undo Don Carlos just as easily as he was undone by the older man. Roberto gasped and writhed as hot suction enveloped his half hard shaft and talented fingers teased and probed at his body. Repeated jabs to his jewel combined with voracious sucking had his erection reviving. He gave a low guttural moan as his Husband re-sheathed rock-hard flesh within his body, this time facing him.

"I ... am ... your ... Husband," Don Carlos announced, each syllable punctuated by a feral thrust into the man beneath him. "You are mine. From tomorrow all will know you are mine."

"Yours, Carlos. Only ever yours. We will do whatever you command. I love you, I have always loved you and I always will." 

"You are loved beyond words, Roberto," the older man said, his voice a low, sensual purr.

Roberto groaned as strong, calloused hands stroked across his furred chest before knowing fingers sought and rolled the deep cinnamon nubs hidden within the dark hair. He encircled the older man with his longs legs to pull his mate deeper inside him. Jolt after jolt of pleasure forced coherent thought from the younger man's body. He cried aloud as a hand with twenty years of experience clenched tightly around his swollen shaft and pumped with expert precision. Roberto was unable to stop the howl that accompanied pulse after pulse of his release coating his body as Don Carlos continued to thrust into him with feral intensity. 

Don Carlos could feel the beginnings of his own climax as Roberto spurted his release. Pushing his hardness as deep as possible into the willing body, Don Carlos finally erupted into the still pulsating channel that enveloped him. He continued to thrust until he was fully sated and his organ beginning to soften. He laved at furred, sweat-damp flesh with his tongue, cleaning away the evidence of Roberto's sexual surrender as his bigger lover lay panting wetly. When his cleansing was complete, he allowed himself to collapse over the still heaving, broad chest as his sex slipped from its harbour. Raising his head, he pressed his lips to Roberto's and the two men shared a long, sweet kiss of love and fulfilment.

"You have exhausted me, mi amor," Roberto gasped softly. He moaned as Don Carlos moved to envelop one taut teat in moist heat whilst his fingers teased and tugged at the other. "Ah, love, you will inflame me again and I have nothing more to give."

"I adore seeing you like this," Don Carlos growled, lifting his head to gaze into satiated orbs. "Seeing you open, my flesh having known your heat to leave you sated, my seed filling you."

"Take me to bed, mi Murido," Roberto groaned. "Love me again."

"As you wish, mi Espouso." Don Carlos stood back and extended his hand.

"I need to dress," Roberto said as his lover scooped up his discarded clothing and indicated the younger man should precede him.

"There are no servants on duty, my love. This part of the house will be avoided for a time yet. There are newlyweds consummating their union in flesh as they have in spirit. This is something I intend to take advantage off. I enjoy the sight of your nakedness and desire to see it more than I do"

Don Carlos eyes devoured the sight of the strong nude body as they ascended the stairs to retire to their room. As they entered, his hands were already touching what his eyes had coveted.

"Insatiable," Roberto laughed softly as with a feral growl the older man propelled his lover towards their bed after the door of the room was kicked closed.



Nando and Will Ch. 05



Nando and Will 5: Serpent's Tooth

Drowsy blue eyes opened slowly and, as wakefulness brought awareness, the blond giggled musically and very quietly. He was now officially Nando's Spouse; William Green Rodriguez. He gazed adoringly at the bigger, darker body that lay beside him. Even asleep, Nando had a proprietary hand on Will's hip, the possessive gesture making the younger man feel cherished and loved. He relished Nando's innate possessiveness, relished knowing he belonged to the Rojan, but also that the older man belonged equally to him. He let his hand drift lightly over the furred chest, then that wasn't enough. Settling comfortably he rooted to find one of his mate's dark, thick nipples and began to suckle. He smiled around his prize at the soft sound of pleasure from his still sleeping lover. He felt his husband's body arch unconsciously towards the soft caress. Will shifted slightly to bathe the other nub with moist heat, letting his tongue sweep over furled flesh.

"Mi chico bonito," Nando rasped, his voice still heavy with sleep. "Te amo."

"I love you," Will replied. "Mi Murido," he added, gazing into loving, deep-brown eyes.

"Mi Espouso," Nando growled softly. "Only ever mine."

Nando pulled Will's head towards him. The kisses began as gentle and affectionate but soon heated to become deep and demanding, urgent and incendiary. 

"Mi Espouso. Mio, solo mio. Quiero hacer el amor con tu," Nando husked, his eyes black with desire. Will's soft mewls inflamed Nando, his shaft beginning to ache with arousal for the smaller blond. He moved over the slighter form, powerful thighs pushing more slender limbs apart. He bent to bite and suck at perfect, pert, pink nipples, whilst a hand crept lower. He caressed Will's erect flesh, squeezing at his lover's slender rod to a tender cry and slim hips bucking into his grip. Releasing his prize, his hand drifted lower still, Will's body manoeuvring to allow the more intimate touch. Nando's fingers ghosted over Will's perineum and he growled approvingly as his lover tried to spread himself further, hands grasping at broad shoulders, as he continued to erotically torture diamond hard, reddened nubs. 

Silently begging to be taken, Will gave a soft whine of distress as Nando's hand moved away from his body only to moan wantonly as it returned, slick with oil, to demand entrance. He heard the low rumble from deep within Nando's chest as a single finger slid inside him. 

There was a residual slickness in his mate's body from their consummation the previous evening and Nando could feel how easily the digit moved within Will. He gave another rumble of satisfaction and pushed a second finger into moist heat. As a third entered the tiny channel, he curled them masterfully and smiled with a primal triumph at Will's cry of passion and the writhing of the slender, golden form. He pumped them in and out for a few moments, relishing the sight of his mate lost in ardour. Then moved swiftly to coat his own demanding flesh and position its head at the glistening, enticing portal.

Will wrapped his legs around the bigger man as his lover prepared to unite their bodies. He locked their gazes, Nando's of scorching sienna met with his own of smouldering sapphire. His moan was matched by one of his husband's as his body was breached by solid flesh. He panted softly as his body accommodated Nando's impressive length and girth. Will felt himself stretch around his lover and then he dug his heels into powerful gluteus muscles to indicate his readiness. 

The feel of tight, silken heat was almost irresistible and it took all of Nando's self-control not to simply take what was so freely offered. Instead he began to undulate slowly until the gasp of delight told him his aim was true. He leant forward to kiss at sweet lips and nibble at alluring skin. One arm took the bulk of his weight, whilst his free hand teased and tortured a diamond-hard nubbin. He felt slender hands sweep through his hair, stroke his shoulders and scratch gently at his back. He gave a low rumble of enjoyment and began to speed up his movements. He abandoned the taut teat to stroke at Will's dripping length relishing the sweet cry the act engendered. The younger man arched, giving a cry of pleasure as Nando expertly rubbed over his hidden jewel. The blond caressed his lover's dark hair, shoulders and back, meeting each powerful thrust of his mate's body with a counter-movement of his own. Teeth and tongues clashed again and again in a duel neither man could lose.

"Love you, Nando," Will gasped.

"Love you, mi angel," Nando husked. He began to drive his body deeper, harder, faster, wanting to bring his lover to fulfilment as much as he wanted to fill the beautiful creature in his arms with his seed. He nipped and sucked at the irresistible flesh at Will's throat and collarbone, relishing the taste of heat and passion. He slid a hand between their sweat-sheened bodies to another cry from his lover as he found hard, damp flesh that begged for attention. He pulled hard, twisting at the head of Will's shaft, silently urging his mate to completion. 

"Commiinng," Will wailed, as his flesh jerked in Nando's grip to anoint both bodies with the silvery evidence of his release. Even as his body was still convulsing from his powerful orgasm, Will moaned low and deep as his husband's hot, wet juices filled his contracting channel. Almost simultaneously, he heard his name bellowed.

Equally incendiary, Nando's climax made the big Rojan's vision grey for a moment. As he emptied himself into his beloved blond, Nando latched onto Will's throat, sucking hard, needing to leave a visual mark of his possession of the younger man.

Will mewled softly, proud to wear the telltale bruise from his lover. Barely able to assist, almost boneless in the aftermath of such an intense release, Will clung tightly to Nando as his body was rolled to drape languorously over his husband's broad chest. For a few moments they traded loving kisses before each man drifted into post-coital sleep, arms lovingly clasped around each other.

****

Roberto groaned and spread his legs wider. As he did, Don Carlos' head dropped lower. The older man moved from laving the vein on the sensitive underside of Roberto's aching shaft to licking and sucking at his heavy furred sac, full with unspent desire. He felt careful teeth nibble their way back up his length only for a sinfully talented mouth to begin sucking at the head of his sex, which was almost purple with need. 

Don Carlos smiled to himself at the guttural groan and the abortive thrusts from strong hips as his hands held his lover in place. That he could still arouse the younger, more powerful man, even after as long as they had been married, both thrilled him and filled him with pride and possessiveness. That Roberto loved him was everything to Don Carlos; worth more to him than any amount of material wealth. He suckled slowly, relishing each drop of liquid desire that he encouraged from the tiny slit. 

"Te amo, mi Murido."

The almost whispered words, spoken with such sincerity and reverence, made Don Carlos' heart swell. Before he could respond, he began to speed up his movements, the moans from the younger male making his own shaft ache with almost unbearable need. As the big body stiffened, Don Carlos swallowed the hard flesh till his nose was pressed into a luxuriant nest of dark curls. Roberto's nectar pulsed again and again as his climax crashed through him. Finally, the offering ceased and the older man let the sated shaft slip from his mouth. He sat back, admiring the view of his boneless lover and licking his lips appreciatively. 

"Te amo, mi amor, mi Espouso." Even as he spoke, his words became a low growl of want as the younger man rolled to his stomach, looking sultrily over his shoulder with dark, smouldering eyes.

"Take me, my Husband," Roberto rasped.

Don Carlos wasted no time in oiling his fingers and pressing them into molten heat. His movements, although urgent, served to begin to re-arouse the bigger male. Don Carlos' smile was feral as he began to caress the sweet spot in his mate's body and was rewarded by the younger man pushing back, demanding more; needing more. 

Roberto rose gracefully to his hands and knees and sent an incendiary glance over his shoulder.

"You, Carlos, por favour, mi amor,"

The plea was more than the older man could resist. Holding tightly to one solid hip, he guided his aching shaft to the glistening portal with the other. In one controlled, fluid motion he slid inside searing tightness that erotically rippled around every inch of his flesh in welcome. Don Carlos set a fast pace, unerring hitting his mate's sweet spot and relishing each groan and sound of appreciation that spilt from Roberto's lips.

"Love you, Roberto, mi Espouso, mi corazon," Don Carlos murmured as he stroked the wide expanse of powerfully muscled back. He reached to fondle at Roberto's renewing erection, wanting his mate to come to glory with him. He felt the younger man push back as he thrust forward and they began a rapid approach to their release. With a soul-deep groan, the older man reached his zenith and as he began to spurt, he felt the powerful contractions and guttural sounds that heralded Roberto's second climax, the small amount of seed doing nothing to convey the powerful climax wracking the bigger man's body.

Roberto relished the feel of his mate's essence pulsing into his body. He remained kneeling until the older man carefully withdrew from him, then he nestled in his lover's embrace. Only here, in their bed, in Don Carlos' arms, did the younger man ever fully relax. Outside of their haven it was his job to protect his lover and care for the man and the ranch. But here, now, he could let his husband take control, take care of him.

"I love you, Carlos," Roberto whispered, kissing his husband tenderly.

And I you, always," Don Carlos vowed. As he listened to his Spouse's breathing evening out in sleep, he silently prayed that both his daughters would be as accepting of this special man in his life as Nando had been.

****

At breakfast, Don Carlos was ready to make his announcement. He had already spoken to Nando and Will so they were prepared and he had been bolstered by the smile that had lit up Will's face at the thought of Roberto finally standing at his Husband's side. He gazed at those who sat around his table. At his oldest daughter Marguerita and her husband, Will's older uncle, Jackson Brooks, at Jack's younger brother Bart, at his youngest daughter Isabella and her husband Alejandros, at Nando and Will and finally at his beloved Spouse. He stood, all eyes turning immediately to him.

"I have something to tell you," he said. He held out his hand, which Roberto stood and took. Don Carlos could feel the slight tremble, the only outward indication of his bigger lover's nervousness. 

Nando watched, praying silently. His attention was not on his papa, but on Isabella. She had been such a petulant child, renowned for getting what she wanted by any means available. She enjoyed the status of wife and mistress of Alejandros' small ranch and had exacting standards. But even as an adult, and married, she still threw childish tantrums when things went wrong. Now, as it had as a child, it assured she got her way. Nando frowned as he remembered his wedding. Although Isabella had said the right things, he'd seen the look of censure in her eyes when appraising Will. Marguerita had whispered to him that their younger sister had entertained dreams of being a stunning bridesmaid and having tea parties for the three wives once Nando was married. That he had taken a Spouse had surprised her and she was obviously upset that her plans were in tatters. Nando had ceded to his older sister, not wishing to have Will's enjoyment of his day ruined by pettiness. His prayer now was that Isabella did not mar his papa's day. He smiled as he felt a small hand creep into his and he squeezed it reassuringly. He'd been aware of Will's mounting tension by the way the smaller man played with his ring. He knew his generous-hearted Spouse would see no reason for anyone not to accept Roberto. His beautiful blond had been saddened to know Don Carlos and Roberto felt forced to keep secret the same relationship he had been able so openly to enjoy. Nando's attention was snapped to the present at the gasp that accompanied the placing of a thick gold band on Roberto's wedding finger.

"Roberto has never worn this ring that I gave him in the presence of our family before. I presented it to him on the day I took him as my Spouse, two years after the death of my wife. That was almost fifteen years ago. Roberto was worried about many things concerning you, my children, that he insisted our marriage remain known only to us and a very few friends. However, all my children are now happily married and I wish to have my Spouse at my side where he belongs. Therefore, vos presentos a Roberto Gonzalez Rodriguez, mi Espouso."

"You took a Spouse? You married a servant?" Isabella's outraged screech diverted all attention to her. It was uncertain which she seemed more concerned about; Roberto the man or Roberto the servant. Her normally pretty face was pinched.

//She could not look more sour if she sucked at a lemon// Nando thought sadly.

"I cannot believe you married a man, a servant," muttering angrily, Isabella flounced from the table, leaving silence in her wake.

"Marguerita?" Don Carlos turned to his oldest child.

"I always thought how well you and Roberto seemed to fit together," she said smiling. "Now I understand and I am very happy for you both. Although it is very belated, Roberto, welcome to our family."

"Gracias, Marguerita," Roberto said huskily. He twisted his ring, its solidity, along with that of his mate's proximity, providing some much-needed reassurance.

Don Carlos gave a mental sigh of relief as everyone else added their congratulations, even Alejandros before he hurried after Isabella.

"Isabella will come around, mi amor," Don Carlos said, as he framed Roberto's face with loving hands. He needed to reassure his mate personally now they were alone. "She has no choice."

"I would not come between you and any of your children," Roberto said passionately, anguish in his dark eyes.

"Nor shall you," the older man insisted. "Isabella is Rojan and she knows that I shall always stand by the man I married." He pulled Roberto into a hug and then into a deep, tender kiss. "Let us continue with our day," he smiled. "We have much to do with our newest stallion."

"Si, mi Murido," Roberto said, taking comfort from both being able to openly use the title and the tight arm around his waist.

****

Marguerita held back as she listened to Isabella's tantrum, waiting for it to run its course. She had followed outside to where Isabella now stood on the hacienda porch. As the older woman listened, she still could not decide what really upset her young sister; although she had a sinking feeling it was Roberto's status, or rather, his lack of one. She watched as Alejandros' walked away, his shoulders were slumped and he looked drained from listening to the tirade from his wife. Alejandros rarely came in for praise. Their ranch was small and money tight, but instead of being proud of his achievements, Isabella constantly criticised him whenever Marguerita visited, complaining of the struggle she had to keep up with her neighbours.

Marguerita sighed at the sight of Isabella's obvious peevishness; it was hardly Alejandros' fault. In matter of fact, there was no fault at all. Their papa had fallen in love with Roberto and had married him; that was the be all and end all. Isabella was just going to have to come to terms with it. Marguerita rolled her eyes as she took in Isabella's face. Despite her being a grown adult, the petulant pout would not be out of place on the face of a six-year-old child. It was clear Isabella had not received the support she had sought from her husband. 

"Isabella," Marguerita said levelly, calling her sister's attention as she approached.

"How could he marry his servant?" the younger woman griped. "Why a Spouse? He married mama; she was from one of the best families in Roja. Roberto is nothing, a nobody."

"Just what is it that upsets you?" Marguerita asked, her patience fraying. "What does Roberto's lack of pedigree matter? He and papa love each other, they are married and they are happy. You should be happy for them."

"He has to be after papa's money," Isabella murmured as though the other woman hadn't spoken. "I'm sure I can show papa that."

"Isabella, don't be a fool," Marguerita warned. "After all these years, papa's money can hardly be a concern. Accept it, Isabella, you cannot change it. They are married."

"Papa could dissolve the union if he found Roberto was untrue either in heart or deed," I just need to keep my eyes and ears open. Roberto won't know, he'll say or do something and I will catch him."

Marguerita groaned as Isabella bustled away. She had an unhappy feeling that her sister''s actions were going to cause no end of problems for all the family.

****

Will started as Isabella came up silently behind him. He had been engrossed in watching the new stallion, Roberto and his papa's current pride and joy. The animal was a magnificent Arabian, whose chestnut coat seemed to glow with vitality and looked like burnished copper. Will had watched him canter around the corral and so had neither seen nor heard Isabella approach until she spoke.

"I don't know how you managed to ensnare Nando but I'm sure you manipulated him in some way, like Roberto did papa. Nando liked women." Isabella's voice was cold and hard and Will looked at her with hurt blue eyes.

"You will not speak to my Spouse in such a manner," Nando's angry voice made Isabella jump guiltily. She would never have spoken to Will in such tones or insulted him so openly if she had known her brother was nearby. She looked chagrined as he appeared from the adjacent corral.

"I fell in love with Will and courted him and he did me the honour of accepting my suit, just as Roberto did papa's. I did like women, but in the main I liked men more. Do not presume to know me, Isabella. As far as papa and Roberto are concerned, let them be. Roberto has long been denied the status to which he was entitled; to ensure we were not disadvantaged. He chose to put our welfare above his own. Be happy for them."

"Above his own?" Isabella shrilled. "He has displaced us. His status now outweighs ours. He who was nobody and with nothing when he came here. How do we know what he might have done or what is in his mind? He took advantage of papa when he was vulnerable."

"He did not," Nando said angrily. "You were too young to remember, but I was not. I remember how devastated papa was at mama's death and I remember Roberto's arrival. He has worked hard for our ranch to be as successful as it is. He looked after us and looked after papa. If you do anything that hurts him, it will be you that suffers in the end."

"Not when I show him for the gold-digger he really is." Isabella turned sharply away. "I'll show you. I'll show you all," she huffed petulantly.

Will leant into his mate's strong reassuring, embrace as they watched her depart.

"She's so angry," Will whispered.

"She always entertained the idea that as papa got older he would need caring for and that she would be the one to do it. Consequently, she would be the mistress of Rancho des Caballos, if only temporarily. To find papa has a Spouse means on his death, even if the ranch is willed to one of us, Roberto will not only have a home and be entitled to be given half the value of the ranch for his own, but would have to agree to anything planned for the ranch or horses. Isabella also mixes with expensive people with expensive tastes and papa often buys her gowns or jewellery when he visits. She is forgetting that he has done this whilst he has been married to Roberto."




Nando and Will Ch. 05



"So she isn't really worried about papa, but his money and the ranch?" Will asked, his eyes clouding with sadness. He was pulled into a tighter embrace.

"Isabella was a spoilt, selfish child who appears to have grown into a spoilt, selfish adult. When she wants something, she worries like a dog with a bone until she gets it. I hope she sees sense quickly." Nando kissed his beloved blond, pleased to see a smile light up the concerned face. He would allow no one, not even his younger sister, to say or do anything to upset his mate, his Spouse.

****

Isabella's irritation grew as the day wore on. Nobody was interested in her theory regarding Roberto and all had warned her to simply accept the situation; even Alejandros, her own husband. Isabella wanted to be able to mix socially with her nearest neighbours, even though their ranches were much bigger. Alejandros struggled to keep her in the lifestyle she wished, but she had always been able to point out what she wanted to her papa who would buy it for her if Alejandros could not. Visions of his support vanishing, leaving her unable to keep up with the wives of the other ranchers had her anxious. Thoughts of Roberto siphoning away Don Carlos' money and leaving him, and consequently her, destitute flitted in her mind. Yet each time she had seen the couple they had been smiling and working together, just as she'd always seen them. Her worry had rapidly degenerated into an obsession. She simply *had* to prove she was right. It was now the single most important thing in her life. As a consequence, lunch had been strained. Isabella had adamantly refused to treat Roberto as her equal, but all that had succeeded in doing was incurring her father's ire. She closed her eyes and envisioned his gratefulness when she demonstrated how Roberto was manipulating him, perhaps even making her the mistress of des Cabellos, whilst the smaller ranch could be sold. The sound of Roberto's voice brought her swiftly to the present. Cautiously, she peered around the stable wall. Seeing Roberto and Will, she ducked back out of sight, straining her hearing to pick up what was being said. She gave a satisfied, twisted smile.

"I love you, Roberto," Will was saying.

"And I you, Pequeno. We must move from here, our husbands will be searching for us."

Isabella took a chance and peeped quickly in time to see the men in an embrace, Roberto kissing Will's blond tresses. She hugged herself, her face a twisted mask of glee and gave full reign to her imagination. She had been right. Although she was still to piece it all together, she was certain Will's marriage to Nando was some part of a plot by Roberto. It was clear the men were more than just friends and she still had the rest of that day as well as the next to uncover Roberto's machinations. She hugged herself again as she thought of the acclaim that would come her way. She was so caught up in her thoughts; she was surprised by the sudden appearance of her father.

"I am glad we have bumped into each other, Isabella," the older man said gravely. "At dinner, you will treat Roberto civilly and with the respect due to the man who is my Spouse. If you cannot do this, you will be served in your room."

"He doesn't love you," Isabella blurted out. "How could you replace mama with him?"

"I did not," Don Carlos replied. "I considered myself blessed to have met and married your mama. I was further blessed with three beautiful and intelligent children who, until now, I was always proud of."

Isabella flushed at the inference and was surprised at her father's tight, clipped tones. Tilting her head, she waited for him to continue.

"I was desolate when she died. How could I raise my children and manage my ranch alone? Then I was blessed once again. A dark angel was sent to help me, who organised my ranch and adored my children and whose presence slowly filled all the cold empty places in my heart and soul. Soon I knew I needed this man at my side for the rest of our lives. It took twelve months of wooing and pleading before I wore Roberto down and he consented to be my Spouse. Secrecy was the price of his capitulation. Although it pained me that I could not openly share my joy, I have never once regretted our marriage, only its concealment. We love each other." Don Carlos could see his words were having no effect on his daughter. He looked at the set, obstinate expression on Isabella's face. It was one he recognised well...too well. It was the one she had always used when being denied what she wanted. He wondered if he was now reaping what he had sowed when giving in so many times to Isabella's demands.

"I will eat in my room," the young woman declared haughtily. She was angry her papa suggested he was no longer proud of her. She would show him how right she was and then he would be proud of her; everyone would be proud of her.

Don Carlos sighed as he watched her vanish. A discreet cough had him turning the other way. Jack and Bart Brooks stood looking on sympathetically.

"Have you ever read Shakespeare?" he asked incongruously. He smiled at the puzzled looks and twin shakes of the head. He writes very good plays. In one he writes of how much sharper than a serpent's tooth is a thankless child. I wondered about those words and now I experience them. All my life I have given Isabella anything she desired because she reminded me so much of her mother. She was adored by Roberto who always stood by her when Marguerita or Nando were angry with her, although he loved them equally. Now she stabs us both, with her words, with her actions. I knew I might have set myself up for anger that I hadn't told my children sooner, but I believed, as Costa Rojans, they would accept my marriage. Isabella seems to be content with nothing less than proving I have been mistaken all these years. If a choice is forced upon me, it will not be by my Spouse."

"Will was always a quiet, obedient child," Bart said wistfully. "He'd sit on my knee and read to me because I can't read. Leastways not real good like he can," he added, blushing.

"A good child who has grown into a good man," Jack added. "He thinks the world of you and Roberto."

"I know," Don Carlos said smiling. "I have heard him say as much. I am proud to have him both as the Spouse to my son and as my son under the law of Rojan marriage."

****

Don Carlos was pleased and surprised to find that Alejandros joined the rest of the family for dinner, the slender, serious young man declaring that he wanted the older men to realise he had no sympathy with his wife in this matter. At the conclusion of the meal, the group sat in the lounge, Marguerita sipping sherry whilst the men drank cognac.

"I have an idea, papa." Marguerita announced. "Tomorrow, you, Nando and I all meet together with Isabella. Alone we have not succeeded in making her see sense, but perhaps together we can."

"A good idea," Roberto said immediately. He saw Don Carlos' quizzical look. "I would have your daughter given every opportunity to accept me, Carlos," he added, reaching for his husband's hand which was quickly enfolded in a strong, loving grip.

"Because of Isabella's notions, I have lost several who had long been my friends," Alejandros said, his voice heavy-laden with sorrow. "People she considered not socially acceptable. I should have put my foot down, but I let her have her way. I indulged her choices too quickly. When we return home, I intend to try and renew those friendships and things will be different." he continued. "When I retire to bed, I will inform Isabella she is to attend you in the morning, papa."

A time and place were set and everyone else discussed what they would do before the conversation turned to more pleasurable topics. It was soon late into the night and the family were still talking; a mix of ranching and social conversation that flowed easily. Nando's arm was protectively and possessively wrapped around Will's slender form. He smiled to himself to see one of his papa's hands behind Roberto, occasionally stroking the bigger man's neck. He was glad the older men felt they could be open with their affection now Roberto's status was revealed. His anger at Isabella still simmered, both from her insult to his lover and her idiocy concerning Roberto. He knew Will had been hurt as well as his generous soul aching for Roberto. He bent to kiss Will's brow and was rewarded by a warm, loving smile.

"I wish to take you to our bed, strip and ravish you," he whispered seductively into a small ear. The resultant wriggle and blush making the older male smile wolfishly. "If you would all excuse us," he said standing, pulling Will with him. "My Spouse is tired and we are retiring for the night."

Will's cheeks were still flushed pink and Nando was still grinning as they entered their room, locking the door behind them. As soon as the room was secure, Nando pounced. He swept a giggling Will into his arms and carried him to the bed. Clothes melted away in the heat of passion. Will moaned softly into Nando's mouth as they kissed. The bigger body stretched over him, cradled by his pelvis and their hard members began a sinuous, sensual slide. Nando lowered his head to nurse at one sensitive breast whilst his fingers teased and rolled the other. Slowly his hand crept down Will's heated flesh, seeking out his hidden opening, as his mouth fed from each hard, reddened nub.

"Love me, Nando," Will panted, as his lover's fingers ghosted over his entrance. "Want to feel you inside me."

"There is nowhere else I would wish to be." Nando replied, already coating his fingers with oil. He reached between Will's splayed limbs and sought out tightly-furled flesh. "I want to fill you, possess you, love you," the older man continued, his words as much as his actions, arousing the smaller blond. "You are my world, my love," he felt Will's channel relax and stretch around his fingers. "Let me show you my love for you."

Will wrapped his legs around Nando's waist as the older man began to push inside him. He canted his hips, helping the penetration. His arms were holding tight to Nando's shoulders and he kissed feverishly at the dark skin. As his lover began a slow slide in and out of his sheath, Will gave a mewl of delight as his hidden jewel was effortlessly rubbed, adding another layer of pleasure. Will dug his heels into muscular buttocks that clenched and relaxed as Nando loved him.

"Ah, Nando," Will panted. "Love you ... so much, so much." Dulcet bolts ignited the smouldering embers of his desire into an unquenchable blaze of need and want. Tendrils of heat were radiating from his lower belly, enveloping every cell and nerve in their path. He panted wetly as his body, combusted by flames of pleasure, began to shake.

"And I you, mi angel," Nando rasped in a sinfully dark voice. "Want to see you come, feel you come. Want to fill you with my seed, mi Espouso."

"Close...so close, ah, love," Will groaned, as his lover's masterful hand burrowed between their undulating bodies to stroke his hard, hot flesh.

"Come for me," Nando growled. The growl became a guttural moan as hot liquid covered his hand, spreading between their bodies, and Will's body clenched hard around his own primed shaft. As Will's channel massaged his length, Nando buried himself as deeply as possible and, with a shout of passion and primal triumph, emptied himself into his beloved.

Will gave a wordless cry as he felt his body filled with Nando's hot, wet juices. Pulse after pulse left Will voluptuously filled, sated and content. Soft, loving kisses were bestowed as he panted softly in the languid afterglow. He mourned silently as Nando's softening sex slid free, once again making them two where, for a brief time, they had been as one. He murmured pleasurably as Nando's warm, moist tongue bathed his body. His lover cleansed away the evidence of his sexual surrender, laving at his lax length, sucking at his emptied sac, briefly lapping at his own seed trickling from Will's opening. Will's moan became wanton and he writhed, trying to spread himself even further open, wanting the intimate caress. His reward was Nando's tongue slipping in and out of the rosebud entrance, before his lover finally moved to mate their mouths. Will whimpered, tasting both himself and Nando, as his mouth was ravished as thoroughly as his body had been.

"I love you, my husband," he whispered, as they finally broke apart to breathe.

"I love you, my sweet one," Nando husked. He tucked Will tightly to his side, the hollow of his shoulder becoming Will's pillow. He wanted to keep the small, warm body as close as possible. He heard Will's breathing become slower and deeper and he inhaled a comforting mix of heat, sex and satiation. He stroked at golden silk until he followed his beloved into sleep.

****

Roberto's groan was soul-deep. A hot, wet, insistent mouth at his groin gave him no respite. A tongue teased the thick vein or probed his slit. Strong teeth nibbled at his hard length or gnawed carefully at his engorged head and a sinful suction kept him simmering at just below what was necessary to bring him release. Roberto writhed and moaned; it was delectable torture. He tried to thrust into the teasing maw, but deceptively strong hands held him still.

Don Carlos wanted to draw out their lovemaking. His beloved spouse had taken a long time to become fully aroused, the events of the day taking their toll. But the older man had been persistent. Years of intimate knowledge of the younger man's body had been shamelessly exploited to leave Roberto hard, leaking and needy. Don Carlos had twice now brought his lover to the cusp of spurting only to ease him away from the edge and begin again. Now he heard what he wanted from the younger man.

"Carlos, please," Roberto's voice was thick with desire and desperation. "I need to come. Please, mi amor, let me come. Let me come, mi Murido, por favor."

Don Carlos said nothing, his head continuing its diligent bobbing between Roberto's wide-spread thighs. Then he inhaled the hard flesh to the root, the back of his throat massaging the length as he swallowed and the shout of his name coincided with Roberto falling into an abyss of pleasure. Don Carlos held tight to thrusting hips and swallowed greedily as his mate's nectar slid down his throat. Only when the younger man went limp and his sex was fully spent, did the older finally stop his insistent suckling. He gazed down with pride and possessiveness, taking in the beauty of the sweat-sheened body adorned with abundant dark hair. Lying beneath him, face flushed and eyes closed, the years fell away and Don Carlos could see the same young man he had courted with persistence so many years earlier. Nothing and no one would ever make him give this man up. He smiled as dark, sated orbs gazed up at him.

"Love you," Roberto husked.

Don Carlos lay at Roberto's side and pulled the bigger man to cradle the dark head against his chest and stroke at Roberto's hair. He smiled as he felt his nipple bathed in moist heat.

"You?" Roberto asked.

"I am content to have brought you joy, mi amor," Don Carlos replied. "Today has not been easy but I have seen and heard again and again the reasons I wanted you at my side. You are not just beautiful outside but inside, generous of soul, loving of heart. I am truly the luckiest man in Costa Roja." The older man couldn't see the blush staining Roberto's cheeks, but he felt its heat.

"Isabella..." Roberto began.

"... is being blind and deaf," Don Carlos cut in. "Sleep in my arms, mi Espouso and remember my love for you grows daily."

"I love you so much, Carlos," Roberto breathed from the sanctity of the older man's shoulder. He nested against the smaller body, strong arms encircling him to leave him feeling secure and cherished. Exhausted both from the day and from his husband's talented ministrations, Roberto was quickly in a deep sleep.

Don Carlos, however, stared possessively at his sleeping lover, long into the night.

****

Isabella awoke early. She stared at the slumbering form of her husband. She had been furious Alejandros had opted to eat with the rest of her family and had been asleep when he had finally joined her. She left him sleeping, promising herself she would find ways to make him pay for the insult. Voices reached her sharp ears from outside through the open window. Roberto stood holding Will's shoulders and both men were smiling broadly. Hurriedly Isabella dressed and scurried to see where they had gone. Muttering a curse, she saw them riding away from the ranch. She ran to the stable.

"Saddle me a horse, boy," she ordered at Marco sharply. The stable boy scowled at her rudeness, but obeyed quickly. She mounted and rode away, Marco staring angrily after her. 

Isabella dismounted and stalked stealthily towards her prey. She recognised where she was. The family had often come here for picnics. Ahead the ground dipped and there was a wide shelf that granted panoramic views of the vista, whilst offering shade, and below that, off to the side, were holes in the cliff where they used to store food and drink to keep cool. For a moment, all the happy times she had shared with Roberto surfaced and she hesitated. Then her determination was back. She would not lose her portion of their inheritance to anybody. Roberto was not a suitable Spouse, nor was Will. Once they were out of the way, she would take care of her father and brother. They would be so grateful once they knew. Creeping forward carefully, she peered over the ridge. Roberto's head was on a rolled blanket, whilst Will lay alongside him, Roberto's shoulder his pillow. She listened eagerly to the conversation.

"I am having problems with the old man," Roberto was saying, displeasure colouring his tone.

"Really?" Will replied, leaning up to look down at the bigger man. "I thought you had him well trained."

"As did I. It seems he now wishes to be ... challenging. He's even been showing some bite," Roberto continued, "disobeying and resisting me."

"He's fond of me," Will said thoughtfully. "Perhaps I could stay on a little longer, help you work on him."

"I would be glad of your company even without your assistance," Roberto smiled.

"I knew it," Isabella crowed from above them, startling them both. "Wait till I tell papa about you two." She turned and vanished in a flurry of skirts, ignoring the shouts of the men behind her.

****

Breathlessly, Isabella hurried into the hacienda and found the family sitting in the living room. All eyes turned on her and she smiled triumphantly.

"I have just come from where Roberto and Will are enjoying each other's company. I know you are being used, papa. I heard them say so. And it is obvious Will cares for Roberto, Nando," she added, turning her supercilious gaze to her older brother. She frowned. An ominous silence, of which she had been oblivious, had descended in the room. She looked around for the accolade she deserved, but was met only by angry, stony stares. Nobody seemed pleased with her discovery. In fact, her father and brother stared at her with anger in their eyes.

Attention shifted as three men rushed into the room; Roberto, Will and Bart Brooks.

"Carlos..." Roberto began, but went silent at the single hand raised by his husband.

"You may speak after I have heard all Isabella has to say," the older man proclaimed. "Come to me, mi Espouso." Don Carlos watched as Roberto obeyed him, coming to stand at his left and a step behind. Then he nodded at Nando.

"Come to my side, mi Espouso," Nando's instruction almost echoed his father's and Will obeyed, anxious blue eyes flitting from Don Carlos to Isabella, a small hand twisting his wedding band as he watched and listened.

"Now we are all here, we can listen to what you were going to say. You may begin."




Nando and Will Ch. 05



Isabella seemed unaware of her father's icy tones. All she saw was the slump of Roberto's shoulders. The stance of a man who knew he was beaten. She smiled, she could taste her victory, she would receive the acclaim she was due.

"Yesterday, Roberto and Will spoke of their love for each other," she began. Then she blanched at the look of fury on the big, dark male that stood behind her papa. She took an involuntary step backwards. The man she thought cowed now stood tall and menacing.

"You will not show such disrespect for your brother's Spouse," Roberto growled angrily. He had expected a personal attack on him, but was not prepared to allow an innocent to be slandered. The suggestion that he and Will would behave inappropriately was an insult to the blond that he would not tolerate.

Isabella's mouth opened and closed wordlessly. She waited futilely for her father to challenge Roberto.

"She has as yet to tell us of today, mi Espouso," Don Carlos said, breaking the silence, his voice cold and brittle. "What of it, Isabella?"

"Rob ... Roberto said he was having problems with you. Will offered to stay and help." The young woman was getting an icy feeling in her stomach. Spoken aloud, what she was repeating seemed very flimsy evidence.

"You heard them speak my name?" the older man asked. "You are certain they spoke of me?"

"N...no, not your name," Isabella confessed, fear beginning to prickle at the hairs of her neck and down into her spine. "Roberto called you 'the old man'"

The curses that fell from Roberto's lips following her revelation made Isabella blush. She glanced around, not seeing support from anyone, even Alejandros. This wasn't how things were to have gone. The cold feeling slid insidiously round to lodge deep in the pit of her stomach. A part of her suddenly felt she had done something incredibly foolish, however her pride wouldn't let her step back.

"I will address yesterday," Don Carlos announced. "It would seem that before our meeting and talk, we were ignorant of each other's presence. However, unlike you, I heard the full conversation between Roberto and Will. Will feels that along with two uncles to care for him, he has two fathers in Roberto and me. It was of this love that Will spoke."

Isabella stared. She had only caught a small part of a bigger discussion and taken it out of context to fit in with her own theory. She could see her father wasn't finished and felt a small tremor course through her body.

"You thought they spoke of me when you heard them today. Bart, where were you?" Don Carlos continued.

"I was a little below where Robert and Will were sitting," Bart said angrily. "I was putting food and drink in the rock recesses."

"I ...I didn't see you," Isabella stammered, shaking her head.

"Well I sure heard you," Bart countered. "You just couldn't wait to come running back here. You didn't even wait to let Roberto explain. I can tell you, girlie, it sure as hell wasn't your daddy they was talking about."

"W ...wasn't?" Isabella echoed.

"You may be aware of the new stallion we have," Don Carlos said. "Our more senior stallion, our ... old man... is not taking things well. He is jealous, playing up and biting if he gets an opportunity."

"The ... the horse is the old man?" Isabella's face was devoid of colour and she staggered back.

Nando glanced at his lover and saw the distress on the beloved face. He nuzzled at Will's brow, silently communicating his love. 

Will looked up, anxiety in his expressive eyes. His lips moved and he silently mouthed 'I would never...' A kiss from his mate stayed his further protests. He let his body mould closer to Nando. He'd thought Isabella unhappy at Roberto, but her accusation of his betraying Nando with her father's Spouse was like a dagger in Will's heart.

Don Carlos' voice was sonorous.

"You have insulted my Spouse and the Spouse of your brother. You have hurt two men whose only crimes are to love and be devoted to their husbands. Is there anything else you wish to say?"

"Papa?" Isabella whispered. What could she say? She had committed one of the worst crimes she could within a family with regards to her father and brother. She glanced around. Both her sister and husband sat as if carved from stone. Jack and Bart sat a little outside of the immediate family circle, the complexities of dealing with this beyond their experience.

"Is there anything you wish to say, Nando?" Don Carlos asked.

"I put myself in your hands, papa," he replied, pulling Will tight to his chest. "I know my Spouse's devotion. It was never in question, any more than that of Roberto's."

"Very well." Don Carlos knew that if Isabella had only focussed upon Roberto, his generous lover would still have pleaded for clemency. However, by her insulting Will, he could feel the bigger man's anger as it radiated from his lover. He was certain he would not be challenged. 

"Alejandros, you will take your wife home today. You may return in two weeks, not before. Isabella may reconsider all she has said and done and if she offers Roberto and Will a full and unreserved apology, I will give due consideration in regards to her sincerity. For the present, I will make no visits to your ranch as were arranged, nor will you come here, if intending to bring Isabella, without prior request over the next six months. Do you wish to add anything?"

"No, Don Carlos," the younger man said formally, rising and bowing. "In the circumstances you have been more than fair. Isabella you will come with me now." Alejandros waited for the cowed woman to join him, glad she hadn't argued. Her father's punishment could have been so much worse. He considered his wife to be a fortunate woman, very fortunate. He strode from the room, Isabella trailing in his wake.

"I would retire to our room with my Spouse for a time," Nando spoke up, holding his distraught angel. "If you will excuse us, papa?"

"Adelante, mi hijos," the older man smiled, waving them away. 

Nando guided Will from the room and up the stairway. In their room, Nando wasted no time in pulling the blond into a tight embrace. He dropped kisses onto the golden silk of his lover's hair as the smaller man burrowed tightly against his chest.

"I can't believe she really thought..."

"Hush, my love," Nando stopped Will before the younger man could distress himself further. "She was a fool. I know how much you love me and I know your fidelity. There was never any doubt in my mind." His hands began to rub overt the slender back in a gesture that was meant to offer comfort and reassurance. He bent down as Will looked up and their lips met. The kiss was slow and sweet and Nando felt his lover try and press closer. He growled softly and Will's lips parted on a tender sigh. 

"I love you," the blond whispered as they broke apart. He smiled as his husband caressed his face with loving hands.

"And I love you, mi Espouso, always." Nando swooped for another kiss. He was certain his papa and the rest of their family would understand if it was some time later before he and his beautiful love rejoined them.

****

Don Carlos watched his sons head for the stairs. He turned and enveloped Roberto in a passionate embrace. His tongue pushed arrogantly into his lover's mouth and plundered it ruthlessly, leaving the younger man with glazed eyes and panting breath. "Mas tarde," he growled, his words a promise, and he smiled at the desire-darkening eyes that regarded him with love and pride.

"As you wish, mi Murido," Roberto husked, his head dropping submissively, but knowing Don Carlos' smile was feral.

"Marguerita, Jack, Bart," he said loudly, "I would be pleased if you will join Roberto and me for a glass of Rioja wine. It has been a trying time and I would like to sit and relax awhile."

They sat in the living room, the wine was a Spanish one kept by the older Rojan for special occasions. He sat in his favourite chair, Roberto on a low stool close by his side, the younger man occasionally glancing shyly at him. To sit so openly with the one he loved was a time to be treasured and savoured. He reached to caress Roberto's hair and was pleased that his lover draped an arm over his leg. He had no doubt that Nando would be showing Will how much he was loved and once he had spent some time simply enjoying Roberto's presence publicly, he fully intended to do the same.

"To friends, to family and to love," Don Carlos said, raising his glass of deep, ruby-red liquid. His toast was echoed and he smiled at the squeeze to his knee from his spouse as everyone drank. His eyes met those of Roberto. They let the conversation flow without them. Soon the real world would make its demands, but for the moment they simply intended to relax and take pleasure in each other and those around them.



Nando and Will Ch. 06



 6 All that Glistens

©Pelaam: February 2008.

I was prompted to post this by requests to continue the series.

Bart gave a guttural groan as strong, rough hands yanked his hips up and back, changing the angle of the hard flesh ramming inside him, as well as its speed and depth. His neglected manhood slapped achingly against his stomach from the force of the man taking him. Bart's head was dropped low and he needed both arms to brace himself so he was unable to stroke his throbbing erection. He moaned as his prostate was nailed over and over, but the stimulation just kept him on the brink. He needed a little extra to carry him over. Ecstasy shimmered just beyond him and Bart knew Madison would keep release tantalisingly out of reach until he all but begged. His lover enjoyed prolonged sessions, taking as much pleasure for himself from the union and usually leaving Bart well and truly saddle-sore.

"Madison, please," he finally husked, knowing if he did not come soon, the elusive pleasure would be gone, leaving frustrated pain in its wake.

"Good boy, Bart," Madison rasped. "Like hearing that tone, hearing you beg. Want my hand on you, hmmm? Say 'please' again."

"Please," Bart groaned. He loathed the soft laugh that accompanied the hand finally wrapping around his length. He cried out as it pulled roughly on his swollen, sensitive flesh. A couple of swift tugs and Bart was coming, his semen jetting into the hay bale over which he had been bent.

"Good boy," Madison husked. "Tight little hole. Take it. Yes!"

Bart groaned as he felt the surge of wet heat inside him. 

Madison's hand in the small of his back kept him in place as the other man pumped until he had nothing left to give and then still slid in and out of the reddened channel, simply enjoying the feel of his softening flesh in the slick sheath.

"Madison," Bart groaned, determined not to beg the bigger man to pull out.

"You're a damn good ride, Bart," Madison laughed. He gave three hard swats to the upturned rump, smiling as the cheek reddened. He withdrew carelessly, uncaring of his partner's well-being. He scooped up an old shirt and cleaned his deflated weapon. The pained hiss from Bart simply had Madison grinning widely. He slapped the still alluring, pinkened cheek hard.

"Guess you'll be feeling me awhile, Bart," he laughed.

Bart forced his aching body to move before he was slapped or fingered any further. He flipped onto his rear, gritting his teeth against the discomfort. He gazed at the man before him.

Madison was drop-dead gorgeous. He was over six feet tall, smooth-skinned, powerfully muscled, hair like gold and eyes as blue as cornflowers. The two men had locked gazes on first meeting and Bart had bent over for the first time within an hour. That had been over two days ago. There was no love or affection between them, just raw, animalistic coupling. Bart had fleetingly hoped for a little more consideration as time went by, but it seemed the more they had sex, the harder and further Madison pushed his endurance. They had never kissed, or lay together afterwards. Although Bart had enjoyed the rough coupling to begin with, he was now starting to simply feel used.

As he slowly began to pull on his pants he did indeed feel well-ridden and not in a good way. He was sweating and shaky and Madison was staring, licking his lips as if he wanted to shove Bart down and do it all again. It was no secret at the ranch that the men were 'seeing' each other, but Jack was turning a blind-eye so long as it did not interfere with the business deal he had going with Madison's employer.

Bart stood and turned his back on the other man to fasten his pants, so Madison could not see his shaking hands. It had been a long time and his body was protesting its misuse. As he finished dressing, a smile crossed Bart's lips. Will was due home soon.

Jack had insisted Will make the trip from Don Carlos' ranch to see how Jack concluded the deal. Bart knew his nephew had no interest in being a hands-on rancher, but the young man would dutifully obey his older uncle and come anyway. Bart idly wished Jack would stop forcing Will into things the blond had no interest in. It was more than obvious Will's talent lay with horses, not cattle. But both he and Will simply accepted Jack for the way he was.

"Knew you enjoyed it good and rough," Madison said smugly, misinterpreting Bart's smile.

Bart decided against correcting the arrogant man. Maybe it was time he gathered what little dignity he had left and stopped allowing Madison to use him. Madison certainly was not the golden dream of first sight. Fool's gold may be more appropriate, Bart mused. 

"Hey, Bart," a familiar voice called into the stable. "Will's in sight with a couple of outriders. Get your sorry ass out here to welcome him."

Bart's smile became a full-blown grin. The manhandling forgotten, he scurried from the barn leaving Madison watching him with an inscrutable look on his face.

Madison sauntered to the barn door and leant idly against it. He was not popular with the other ranchmen and did not give a rat's ass. He was there till his boss concluded his business and Bart was a pleasurable enough distraction. He gave a cold, calculating smile. Bart's pride meant the older man kept holding out, giving Madison the extended sessions he enjoyed so much. Bart's final capitulation was almost as enjoyable as the thorough ride Madison got every time.

He suddenly stood a little straighter, more interested in the proceedings that had been of no concern mere seconds earlier. This was the nephew of Jack and Bart? He had been told Will was married to a Rojan and at his father's ranch. He had assumed they had some ugly, buck-toothed kid that they had been only too relieved to marry off anywhere. He was stunned by the vision of the delicate, blond beauty that was gracefully jumping from his horse's back to run into Bart's outstretched arms. 

Madison watched the pain from the rough lovemaking disappear as well as the years that fell away from Bart's face as the older man ruffled blond hair and kissed Will's forehead. Madison felt his tongue slide across his lips. He had enjoyed the uncle, why not the nephew? A sudden vision of Will on his knees sucking him then bent over the hay bale, as Bart had been, caused his sated sex to begin to fill anew. He would enjoy a threesome even more, but knew Bart would not consider such a thing even with someone who was not his nephew. However, Madison had confidence in his abilities. He could be very persuasive and very few refused. Those who did...well that was another thing entirely. He grinned. He was certain he could easily seduce the pretty, slip of a boy whose laugh was carefree as he stood in his uncle's embrace.

****

Madison had no opportunity to get close to Will that afternoon. He and his boss had ridden out with Jack and Will to look over the cattle once more. He could tell the smaller blond was both intimidated and impressed by his build and confidence. He saw Will come out of the hacienda and from the direction he took, his goal was the barn. Madison rushed ahead, unfastening his shirt, throwing it down hurriedly as he hefted a hay bale, lifting and lowering it to show off his muscles to best advantage.

"Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't realise," Will said, somewhat flustered by the imposing man who stood half-naked before him. Will was not sure where to look. Madison was completely different to his dark-skinned husband and Will was not used to being so close to someone like the blond who seemed to exude some kind of charisma. He tried to avoid looking at the sweat-sheened torso. His intention had simply been to give his mare an apple treat.

"It's a good place to...work out," Madison said slowly.

Will frowned. He was not sure whether the big man was intimating something more and then shook his head. Madison knew he was married, even if the marriage was still unrecognised this side of the border.

"Gives me real good muscles." He dropped the hay and flexed his arm, the bicep muscle bulging upwards. "See? Feel how...hard... it is."

"I...no...I don't think so," Will said taking a step backwards. He was still unsure whether Madison was being anything other than friendly, but something was setting off warning bells.

"You scared of me...boy?" Madison gave his trademark soft laugh. He could see Will bristle indignantly immediately.

"No," the smaller blond said resolutely. He reached to touch the muscle, stunned by just how hard it actually was. He had considered Nando strong and Roberto exceedingly well-muscled, but this was something else entirely. Before he could move away, he gasped with shock as he was lifted and slammed against a wooden support. The breath whooshed from his body, his hands were pinned over his head and a thickly muscled thigh inserted itself between his slender limbs to suggestively thrust against Will's crotch. 

Will tried to struggle, but was held in an iron-hard grip. He tried to call out, but Madison's mouth ground hard against his and Will tasted his own blood. The bigger man's body was crushing heavily against him and black dots swam before his eyes. He could feel the lack of air sapping what little strength he possessed.

Madison made a rumbling noise of satisfaction as his free hand explored Will's soft sex through his pants. He could feel the slighter body weakening. Just a little more and he would have a barely conscious boy to play freely with.

At the sound by the stable door, Madison let Will wilt slowly to the floor, taking three strides way from the gasping young man and hefted a hay bale casually.

"Will? You still in here?" Bart's voice preceded the appearance of the man himself. His eyes narrowed at the sight of the slumped Will, who still panted softly. His nephew's lip was swollen and a small trickle of blood ran down towards his chin. He growled menacingly as Will struggled to regain his feet, worried blue eyes flitting between the unconcerned blond giant and his angry uncle.

"Did he hurt ya, Will?" Bart ground menacingly from between tightly clenched teeth.

Madison cocked an eyebrow. He had not seen Bart look so angry or dangerous. However he was willing to brazen things out. He turned his gaze enquiringly at Will as though scared young blonds were a daily part of his life.

"No, Uncle Bart," Will said shakily. He was ashamed he had fallen so easily into the big man's trap.

Bart remained unconvinced and ushered Will outside.

"If he didn't hurt ya, then who did this?" Bart demanded angrily, pointing at Will's lip.

"It was my own stupid fault, Uncle Bart," Will sighed. "I let him trick me."

"You didn't ask to be hurt, Will," Bart said softly. "No matter how stupid you were."

"I let him goad me," Will confessed. "He grabbed me and kissed me. I was so stupid. Please, Uncle Bart, let it drop. Nando's following me here and he'll be so angry I did something so idiotic."

"No, Will," Bart said gently, as he reacted to his nephew's growing distress. "He'll be angry someone took advantage of ya and hurt ya."

"Please, Uncle Bart," Will pleaded.

"Ok, ok, we'll say we were skylarking and I caught ya to explain your lip. We don't make no mention of Madison." Bart accepted the hug from the small blond. "I'm real sorry, Will, but Madison was probably in there waiting for me."

"Madison and ... you?" Will asked with a gasp.

"I don't have no Nando," Bart smiled sadly. "I was kinda lonely and Madison was...well...willing," the older man said. "Guess I shoulda been a mite more fussy. Him and me are over."

"Uncle Bart, no. If he makes you happy..." Will began, but a gentle finger over his lips silenced him.

"I never said he did that. I said he was willing. He hurt you, Will." He hurt me, too, the older man thought. "He had no right to do that. He knew you had Nando. You're my family, Will and you come first. Always. You understand me?'

Will nodded as he was drawn into a tight embrace.

"Now you wait here, this'll only take a minute."

Madison barely glanced at Bart as the older man strode furiously towards him.

"I was only fooling, Bart," he said. "Didn't mean to catch the boy's lip. 'Tweren't nothing serious."

"Nothing serious," Bart echoed, his voice cold, hard and clipped." You split his lip and I could see his wrists were red. He was off limits and you knew it. Everyone here told you he was married."

"Oh come on, Bart. He's fine," Madison said, with a put-upon sigh.

"He is now," Bart growled. "Just how far would you have gone?" Bart asked, his eyes narrowed. "Don't matter no how," he added, when no reply came. "You touch him again and I'll beat you bloody myself. You and me are through. You keep away from both of us."

Madison glowered furiously at Bart's back. He decided when he was bored and ready to move on, not his bed-mate. He grinned nastily. He was sure he would have one more really good ride from Bart before he left the ranch. He began to amble to the bunkhouse. He would have something figured by the next day.

****

Bart was not happy to find he and Madison were out together checking out one of the water holes that the cattle would drink from whilst still on the ranch's land. It annoyed the older man even more that Madison was simply smirking smugly as they rode together. They arrived at the water hole and Madison dismounted and stretched in an easy manner. Bart studiously ignored the other man. The pretty packaging hid something ugly underneath and the older man was no longer fooled by it.

Madison ambled around, not saying anything until, exasperated, Bart also dismounted and headed towards the muscular blond.

"Just what is it you're lookin' for?" Bart grumbled.

"Opportunity, Bart," Madison grinned. His fist caught Bart completely by surprise and the stunned man crumpled instantly. "Don't worry, Bart. No fun if you ain't awake enough to enjoy things," Madison said conversationally as he divested Bart of his gun belt and then used the older man's leather belt to tie his hands behind his back. He dragged Bart to a rock that had caught his eye and draped him over it. He undid Bart's pants and pulled out the bound man's lax sex.

"Soon have this fella beggin', Bart," Madison said, smiling nastily.

Bart groaned in a mix of shame and pain. With his arms pinioned he could not easily straighten up. His legs were kept apart by Madison's and when he tried to lift his torso it was shoved down by the bigger man. He could feel his body betraying him. It was used to rough handling by the big blond and had learnt to respond to it. A mix of rapid pulls, squeezing and slapping at Bart's penis had it hardening as Madison laughed. A finger probed roughly inside him. Bart tried desperately to pull away, but he was unable to move. A strong arm kept him immobile whilst a second dry finger joined the first; rubbing roughly over Bart's sweet spot mixing pain and pleasure as his shaft was then fisted once more. He had no doubts that Madison would succeed in making him come.

"Get away from him! Leave him alone!"

"Will, no!" Bart yelled desperately, as he recognised the distressed voice of his nephew. He felt Madison's unwelcome weight vanish and forced himself upright. He watched, straining frantically against the belt as he watched Madison and Will roll in the dust as the smaller man's reckless challenge tumbled them onto unforgiving desert ground. 

Madison gave a growl of discontent. He might get away with taking his pleasure with Bart, but not the little blond brat. As Will struggled to his hands and knees, Madison aimed a kick into the slender man's ribs.

"You hurt him and I'll kill, ya, Madison," Bart screamed.

Madison yanked Will to his feet and ground his lips on the stunned blond, but gave a yell of his own as Will bit him hard. With an enraged bellow, Madison backhanded Will to leave the lithe form barely moving as he raced to his horse. He wanted to take no chances that Bart would get free before he could make his escape. Will's bite would work to his advantage. He already had his story ready and would get back to his boss to spin his yarn effectively. He urged his horse away, his laughter in his wake.

Bart ignored the pain in his wrists as he twisted them roughly to finally get free. He shoved himself roughly inside his pants as he refastened them before running and dropping to his knees by Will. He pulled the slight man into his lap, checking Will's dazed turquoise orbs and the rapidly bruising cheek.

"B...Bart?" Will husked. His lip was bleeding again and his ribs hurt, but he knew he was alright. He was more concerned about his uncle, but did not know how to ask the question forefront in his mind.

"I'm ok, Will, I'm ok," Bart said, guessing Will's worry as the young man gazed anxiously up at him. "You got here before he could...go too far," Bart added. "What made you follow me out?"

"I didn't like the way Madison was looking at you this morning," Will said. "I asked Uncle Jack to let me come after you, but couldn't explain why I was so worried. He's going to be angry I disobeyed him."

Bart carefully helped the younger man to stand. He used his neckerchief to clean the blood from Will's lip. He let Will lean into him and held the slightly trembling blond as Will's arms clung tenaciously to him.

"It's ok, Will. It's over now." He did not try and push Will away; preferring to wait until his nephew felt composed enough. He smiled reassuringly as Will leant back a little to look into Bart's eyes. He felt Will take a deep, if shaky, breath and step back. "Let's go home." Bart smiled as Will nodded. He wanted the blond safely back at the ranch. *Then* he was going to find and deal with Madison.

****

The ride home took longer than Bart would have liked. He kept glancing worriedly at Will. The events were catching up on the sensitive young man. Bart could see Will trembling and the blond's face was ashen, apart from the bruise to his cheek. A part of Bart wanted to pull Will into his arms and have them both ride his horse, but if Will could keep going, they would get home faster.

Finally the ranch came into view and as they rode past its wooden gates, Bart could see Jack striding angrily towards them. He gave a low, feral growl. He did not have time for some two-bit telling-off from his older brother. He needed to take care of Will. And then Madison, his mind added.

"I don't know what the Hell you and Will have been playing at, Bart," Jack thundered angrily. "But Madison came back with his face bloody and his shirt torn. He and Emerson got their heads together and told me the deal was off. They've been gone nearly two hours. It's going to cost the ranch with the loss of the contract..."

"You really wanna know what happened?" Bart finally bellowed, dismounting and moving swiftly to help Will off his mare. "If Will hadn't shown up when he did, Madison would've raped me. I was a dumb ass ever to have trusted him and now Will's hurt because of me." Bart no longer cared who heard. The whole ranch could know what a complete idiot he was, just so long as he could get Will inside and settled. He swung the unsteady blond into his arms and strode past his older brother who gaped as Bart moved past. 

Jack could scarcely believe what he had just heard. He glanced around at the ranch hands Joel and Samuel. He was not sure what to expect from his men at Bart's outburst, but the angry murmurings were levied against Madison, not his brother.

"You'd best go in and help Bart, boss," Joel said, noticing Jack still standing unmoving.

"Yes...yes, of course," Jack muttered. He took refuge in the house. He watched helplessly as Marguerita bustled from the living room to the kitchen, shouting her orders in Spanish to Vacho. He moved further inside. He looked at Bart sitting on the sofa and who was already supporting Will against his body, a rug wrapped around the slight form




Nando and Will Ch. 06



"So cold, Uncle Bart," Will chattered.

"Here you are, Will," Marguerita said solicitously. "This will warm you."

Bart helped the young man drink the hot, sweet tea and settled Will in his lap, stroking the soft, blond hair until Will's eyes lost the battle to remain open. Bart sighed and nodded to his brother. 

Jack stood and poured himself a generous Scotch and at a second nod from his brother, poured another. A sherry for Marguerita completed the drinks. He handed Bart his drink and sat beside his wife.

"You want to tell me?" Jack asked. Bart had only ever spoken to Jack once before and the older man was uncertain whether his brother would even feel comfortable talking to him.

"I was such a fool," Bart said bitterly. "I've had uncaring partners in the past; it's the price ya pay sometimes. Madison couldn't handle the fact I'd ditched him." Bart gave a somewhat edited account of events from finding Madison with Will to being found by Will. "If the boy hadn'ta shown up ... well let's just say Madison would've had his way." He glanced down at the sleeping form.

Will could hear voices, but he was warm and comfortable. His Uncle was safe, so was he, and he had no inclination to move from his haven. He let the voices simply wash over him.

"Madison claimed you'd gotten rough with him. That he barely managed to get away. He thought Will was going to help you and struck out before he could be overwhelmed. I wasn't about to admit in front of the men the reason we lost the contract. Madison seemed genuinely upset and I knew you and he were... seeing each other. Emerson threatened to pass on the word for the ranch to be avoided when I argued about the deal having been agreed. I just let them walk away."

"It's all my stupid fault," Bart groaned. "He hurt me, hurt Will and could hurt the ranch."

"Excuse me, Senors," Vacho murmured deferentially. "But I heard Emerson and his man talk about needing horses and going into Costa Roja to purchase them. Don Carlos' ranch is the nearest and he has a good reputation for the quality of his horses. If you wish, Pedro and I could ride out there tomorrow. We could speak discreetly to Roberto?"

"Do it," Jack growled. "Madison owes me for you and Will," he added to Bart.

Bart attempted to rise and smiled as Will made a disgruntled noise and promptly tightened his grip. With his brother's help Bart stood, Will in his arms, and headed to the blond's bedroom. Despite Bart's best endeavours, Will resisted every attempt by the older man to get away, all without really awakening. With a soft snort of laughter, Bart conceded victory to the somnambulant young man. Letting Will use him as a human pillow, Bart pulled the covers around their clothed forms. If he was honest, holding Will helped settle his own frayed nerves. He pressed his lips to Will's head and got a sleepy murmur. He had no memory of his own eyes closing.

****

Will woke slowly, realising he was dressed and that the chest he was lying on was not that of his husband. His eyes flew open and then he calmed as he looked into his Uncle's amused orbs.

"You had no intentions of lettin' me go,' Bart said, pressing a kiss to Will's forehead.

"I kept seeing Madison," Will swallowed. "I just kept thinking that if I had hold of you I knew you were safe. "You are...?" Will asked hesitantly.

"I am fine," Bart said emphatically. "I'm just so angry with myself I could spit nails," he added in a low growl. "Because of my stupidity you were hurt."

"I'm ok, Uncle Bart," Will said adamantly, but felt his cheek colour at his Uncle's penetrating stare. "Well...my ribs ache a little," he confessed.

"You probably feel like you were kicked by a mule and when Nando sees you, he'll kick my sorry ass all over the ranch and I'll deserve it."

"He will be very angry," Will whispered. "But his anger will be directed at Madison."

Bart, however, had no doubts that the protective and possessive Rojan would indeed hold him accountable and responsible for Will being hurt. Not wanting Will to dwell on the recent events, Bart initiated a gentle tussle which he happily let Will win. Seeing the normal sparkle returning to the expressive cerulean eyes made the older man feel ten feet tall.

****

Joel had watched as Pedro and Vacho had ridden out early that morning. Now from his rooftop perch, he spotted riders heading towards the ranch and identified them as Nando and a couple of Don Carlos' men.

With a resigned sigh Bart readied himself for the angry storm he would weather. From the look on Nando's face as he entered the ranch Bart surmised the Rojan had passed, and talked to, Pedro and Vacho. He steeled himself as Nando dismounted and strode to him. Bart could see the younger man's simmering anger as he recounted his tale, but before Nando could speak a small, blond bundle flew towards them.

"Nando! Nando!"

Bart stepped back as the bigger man caught his smaller Spouse and the two men hugged tightly.

"Will, my love." Nando inhaled the familiar, sweet scent of his mate, nuzzling him affectionately. Then he held Will at arm's length to inspect the bruised visage.

"I had to help Uncle Bart," Will said, tilting his chin to the well-known stubborn angle that made Bart smile.

"Indeed you did, angel," Nando conceded. "But..." Nando's words were stopped by a single finger to his lips.

"I've missed you and I need you," Will said quietly. "Please don't be angry, Nando. Please?"

The bigger man gave a mental sigh. He really did want to be angry with Bart, but the older man had clearly suffered and anger would only distress his young Spouse even more. He pulled Will to his chest, his dark eyes meeting Bart's.

"I'll leave you boys," Bart said, knowing at some point Nando would catch him alone. However, it was clear Nando had more urgent matters to attend to. He watched as, keeping a tight arm around Will's waist, Nando steered them to the hacienda.

As the two men entered their bedroom, Will melted into Nando's embrace. As safe as the blond felt with his Uncle, there was nowhere he felt safer than in Nando's loving arms. 

"I missed you so much," he murmured against his Husband's throat, before darting out his tongue to taste the dark skin. The beloved, clean, male scent soothed Will further. He nuzzled closer, barely noticing that Nando had unfastened his shirt. Will admired the expanse of muscle and smooth skin. He licked slowly from Nando's jaw to a dark cinnamon nub and suckled slowly, relishing the feel of the flesh hardening in his mouth. He heard Nando groan as his mouth left one nub bereft of moist heat so he could sample its twin.

"Your Uncle should have taken better care of you," Nando husked. As Will's anxious eyes rose to meet his, the older man smiled. "But you were brave and resourceful and I am very proud of you." He swept Will into a kiss, trying not to press hard on the injured lip. His tongue thrust inside Will's warm, wet cavern as his mate's mouth opened eagerly to accept the slick, welcome invader. As his tongue ravished Will's mouth, Nando's hands were busy removing their shirts.

His hands moved gently over Will's flanks, knowing there were more bruises from landing hard on unforgiving desert as well as Madison's kick. He could hear the soft whimpers of need spilling from Will's lips, but forced himself to move slowly and carefully so he did not cause more pain to his mate.

"Make love with me? Please?' Will begged. He needed the union with his Husband.

"I will always make love with you, mi amor," Nando husked. He stood back a little to view the marks. He kept his face neutral as he denuded his lover, kissing each scrape or bruise as he traversed the pale, smooth skin and they were revealed. By the time Will was fully naked, the blond was shaking and panting with need, his slender shaft hard, red and dripping. Nando laid the younger man on their bed and enveloped the begging flesh from root to tip, burying his nose in platinum curls. 

A touch to his sac, full with unspent need, tipped Will over the edge. Lights shimmered behind his closed lids as his essence pulsed freely in response to the massaging motion of his Husband's throat. He moaned softly as Nando sucked, ensuring not a drop of his seed was missed. Finally his spent flesh was released and Nando blanketed his body, sharing a Will-flavoured kiss with him.

"I love you," Will panted, as they parted to breathe.

"And I you," Nando smiled. He stood up to remove the last of his clothes and swiftly returned to his boneless lover. He had no intentions of rushing the union with his Spouse. He wanted to relish every moment they spent together. His smiled widened as Will moulded to his bigger body, a soft tongue bathing every piece of his skin the blond could reach. With a groan of pleasure Nando moved to lie on his back and let Will worship his body with his tongue.

Nando moaned appreciatively as Will's gentle caresses inflamed his ardour into a furnace of desire. His throbbing flesh was adored with tiny kitten licks from the continually dripping slit to the thickly-furred root. His eyes devoured the sight of his pale-skinned lover kneeling between his outspread legs, the blond head bobbing gently as Will loved him with undisguised devotion. Nando dug his heels into the mattress and canted his hips in silent invitation.

Will knew exactly what his lover wanted. His tongue laved Nando's sac and travelled lower. He licked his way along the sensitive perineum as Nando groaned, arching his hips up higher. Will moved lower again, letting his tongue circle tightly-furled flesh. Slowly, appreciatively, he licked at his lover's tightness until granted entry. The tip of his tongue slipped inside and Will probed again and again until his tongue thrust deeply inside his big mate, Nando's groans and involuntary cries of passion ringing in his ears.

The dark-skinned man reached to tug gently on Will's hair as the blond applied himself diligently to bestowing pleasure on his Husband. Slowly Will crawled up Nando's body, stretching cat-like over the broader frame, their wiry curls at each man's groin merging as their shafts aligned and their sacs pressed intimately together. Nando's hands curled possessively over each pale, creamy mound and pulled Will impossibly closer. They kissed slowly and deeply, their tongues mating and parting again and again. Finally breaking apart, Nando urged Will to lie on his stomach.

"Want you, Nando," Will moaned. "Please, want you so much."

"Soon, my beautiful boy," Nando promised.

The older man parted the satin globes, kneeling between spread thighs. He gazed possessively at the tiny, pink portal that granted him entry to the haven of Will's body and pressed a kiss to the tightly closed rosebud. He nipped gently at the mounds, smiling as Will whimpered needily, trying to push himself closer to the tongue that now circled, without touching, furled flesh. 

"Gently, my love," Nando soothed as he licked a stripe over the exposed pucker and then blew over it, watching avidly as it pulsed a silent welcome. He repeated the action again...and a third time before pulling Will as wide open as possible and thrusting his tongue deep into tight, satin heat. Will's wail was muted by the pillow as Nando thrust inside over and over, his tongue flicking inside, caressing the inner walls of his mate's body. Snatching up their oil, Nando alternated between stretching his lover with his fingers and plunging his tongue in deeper and deeper as Will's body opened to him. Finally satisfied Will was stretched enough, and needing to be buried in his mate's sheath, Nando moved to lie on his back.

"Oil me, mi amor," he husked. "Use me for your pleasure."

Will hastened to anoint Nando's purple-headed shaft before kneeling astride the solid body. He lowered himself carefully, Nando's strong hands at his hips, helping him. He threw back his head as the hard, thick flesh pressed inexorably inside him, piercing him to his very core. He finally sat flush at Nando's groin, panting softly as his body slowly grew accustomed to his Husband's length and girth. Locking his smouldering sapphire orbs with Nando's of scorching sienna, the slender man began a gentle rise and fall, his slick sheath surrounding and grasping greedily at his lover's shaft.

Nando smiled as Will rose and fell. In this position his mate could control the lovemaking and there was no pressure on the still-sore body of the lithe blond. Nando also enjoyed the sight of Will, head back, riding him with abandon. The low groan told Nando his mate was rubbing his sweet spot and the big man began to snap his hips upwards, stimulating it further. He took hold of the elegant erection that bobbed gracefully with Will's movements and he began a firm stroking of the hard, damp flesh.

It was all Will needed. He froze in place crying Nando's name, his face a picture of passion and ecstasy as his seed arced over his Husband's body, the pearlescent silver contrasting vividly with the Rojan's mahogany skin. Will's inner muscles tightened further, milking the older man of his own release and Will moaned wantonly as he was filled with liquid heat. 

Nando's climax hit him with all the heat and ferocity of a Rojan desert storm. His hips pumped frantically as he sought to ensure his seed was buried as deeply in Will's molten depths as was possible. His flesh continued to twitch inside Will's sheath even when Nando was certain he had nothing left to give and a feeling of sated sanguinity spread throughout his body. 

Nando controlled Will's collapse as the younger man slumped spent and guided him to lie on his chest. He stoked the sweat-dampened skin of Will's back, murmuring words of love and devotion as they came down slowly from their shared heights of pleasure. Nando silently mourned the loss of their connection as his softening flesh slipped from Will's harbour. He spread his legs to let Will's be cradled between them, keeping Will's upper body draped languorously over his chest.

"Love you, Nando," Will whispered in satiated tones across his lover's throat as his head lay heavily on his mate's strong shoulder.

"Te amo, mi amor." Nando said, love and warmth colouring his voice. "Sleep in my arms as I keep you safe, Will," the older man encouraged. He smiled as snuffling sounds were Will's only reply. As his young lover slept, Nando kept vigil and his mind found way after way of repaying Madison.

****

Family and ranch hands alike were pleased to see Will and Nando looking happy and relaxed as they wandered around together. However, all noticed that the Rojan never allowed his Spouse to move beyond an arm's length away from him. The couple glanced up at Samuel as the experienced sentry shouted of approaching riders. They turned their attention to three riders heading to the ranch at a punishing speed.

The lead rider was dismounting almost as he passed through the gates and strode rapidly towards the couple. As he did, Will gave a cry of delight and Nando allowed him to dash from his side. He was scooped easily into powerful arms as the tall, dark man swung him into the air to breathless laughter.

"Pequino," came the deep growl. As he set Will on the floor and hugged the slight figure, there was a muffled grunt of discomfort, but small hands clung tightly, not allowing the big man to move away. Instead he relaxed his own grip stroking the slender back of the blond holding him so tenaciously.

"We weren't expecting you, Roberto," Nando smiled as he joined them.

Will finally released the big man as Bart came over. He smiled up at the man he loved like a second father. He held still as a calloused thumb traced over his bruised cheek and the cut on his lip.

"He is a dead man," Roberto growled menacingly.

"No, Roberto," Will cried desperately. He caught Roberto's hand and one of Nando's who was nodding in agreement. "Please. I was stupid enough to get caught by him once and I *chose* to challenge him to protect Uncle Bart. Please. He's not worth it. I couldn't bear for either of you to be hurt. Promise me. Please, Nando, Roberto, promise me."

The Rojans sighed. Roberto had spoken his thought aloud unthinkingly. No one hurt one he loved as a son and who was also the Spouse of his own Husband's son. He could see his anger echoed Nando's eyes but it clearly distressed the blond and neither man would purposely hurt Will. Fortunately, Roberto had another idea, one he was sure would be acceptable to the young man looking so worriedly between him and Nando. He relaxed his body and smiled.

"I promise, little one," he said and nodded at Nando.

"As do I," Nando said reluctantly, but hope flaring as he saw the calculating light in Roberto's eyes.

"I have a suggestion," the big man said, draping an arm around Will and navigating them all towards the hacienda. However, I need to put it before Jack as well as you, Bart."

"Given all this was my fault I'd like an opportunity to put it right," Bart nodded.

Roberto's head gave an incline of acceptance to the heart-felt words. He wanted to rip Madison's spine from his still-breathing body, but not at the expense of distressing Will more. However, in his eyes, Madison was a threat to his extended family, one that needed to be addressed. He was certain Jack and Bart would be agreeable and that Will would find no reason to reject his suggestion.

****

Following the discussion with the big Rojan, Jack, Bart, Nando and Will returned with him to Rancho des Cabellos. Roberto ensured they were not seen by Emerson or Madison as he took them inside the hacienda. They sat, late into the night, discussing what had happened and how things were to be rectified. The look of fury on the face of Don Carlos only abated following his Spouse's suggestion. The older Rojan was angry that Madison had taken advantage of his hospitality after abusing both Bart and Will, both of whom were his family. However, he nodded his agreement, smiling at the simplicity of Roberto's idea.

****

The following morning, Emerson and Madison were stunned to discover Jack and Bart Brooks at the breakfast table. The two men were sitting and calmly drinking large mugs of steaming coffee. Emerson quickly recovered his composure and sat, keeping his distance from the other men. Madison eyed Bart warily, but gave an arrogant smirk as their eyes briefly met.

"I don't understand why these men are here, Don Carlos," Emerson said, as their host came in smiling broadly.

"They are here because they are family," the white-haired man said jovially. "I am sure you met Jack's wife, Marguerita?" At the nod, Don Carlos continued. "She is my oldest daughter."

Emerson and Madison glanced at each other, uncertain at the direction things were going.

"And you have not met my son, Fernando." Don Carlos swept his arm out, as Nando came through and gave the younger man a hug.

Madison eyed the newcomer through slitted eyes. One part of him was certain he could pound the pride and arrogance out of the Rojan if he could get him on his hands and knees. The part that governed self-preservation screamed against even trying. Instead the big blond schooled his features into boredom as his eyes met Nando's.

"Things are very different here in Cost Roja and we are happy and proud that they are. Here a man's Spouse is well protected and retribution for insult or injury is acceptable under Rojan law, where such assaults may go unpunished elsewhere."

Madison squirmed slightly. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable and wanted to know where the old man was leading. He could see Emerson casting the occasional glance his way, but he avoided meeting his boss' eye.

"There is one other I would have you meet," Don Carlos said, his smile still jovial. "Allow me to present you to my son's Spouse; William Green Rodriguez."




Nando and Will Ch. 06



As Will took his place at Nando's eyes, Madison glowered at the blond and Emerson gasped. The bruise was vivid against his pale cheek and his cut lip was still obvious.

"I believed you when you said you were the one attacked, Madison," Emerson said, his voice shocked. "Look at him!"

"As I said," Don Carlos continued his voice now hard and cold, all pretence at joviality forgotten. "Things are different here. I could kill you for what you did to my son's Spouse and no judge in this country would fault me for it. However, I will settle for you speaking the truth regarding the slur to Will and to Bart Brooks and then you may leave my land."

"Truth?" Madison asked mockingly, as he rose from the table. He glared disdainfully at his boss and then leered at Bart. "Truth is...no one leaves me until I'm finished with them." He walked around the table, behind Bart and Jack, heading towards Don Carlos, Nando and Will who stood near to the door. "I wasn't ready to finish with Bart."

"Then he and Will didn't attack you?" Emerson asked, horrified.

"If the boy hadn't interfered, me and Bart would've had one last ride," Madison said, giving a malicious grin. "Knew Bart's pride would've meant he'd say nothing."

"Do you expect to remain in my employ after this?" Emerson asked, looking ill. "I could have ruined the reputation of an innocent family and their ranch because of you, when all the time you were the...the attacker."

"Guess I don't really have anything to lose then,' Madison said as he sauntered towards Nando. "It was real nice getting so close to pretty boy. Shame I couldn't show him more of a good time with a real man."

Nando reacted angrily at the inflammatory words, but Madison was faster and stronger. Shoving Nando easily aside, he wrapped one thick arm around Will's throat, forcing the smaller, slighter man up onto his toes to be held tight to Madison's chest. With his other hand, he drew his pistol and shoved it into Don Carlos' side.

"Don't be a fool, Madison," Bart said. "Just walk outta here. All we wanted was for Emerson to know the truth."

"Oh I'm leaving," Madison said, his voice cold and menacing. "But I don't trust Rojans, so pretty boy comes with me when I go and if anyone tries to stop me, the old man gets the first bullet." He pressed a kiss to Will's bruised cheek. "I promise to take *real* good care of him, Bart," he added.

Will's desperate eyes sought out his mate. His hands clutched hard at the arm encircling his throat but could not break the grip. Spots danced before his eyes as Will struggled to breathe and he could feel Madison walking him away from his Husband. He was aware of movement and sound and the arm around his throat became lax. With an effort he pushed it away, stumbling into the arms of his lover as Nando surged forward to catch him.

"No one threatens my Husband or one I love as a son," Roberto's voice growled darkly.

"Gracias, mi amor," Don Carlos husked as he leant into the bigger body, ignoring the large bloodied knife in Roberto's hand.

Emerson watched stunned as Madison dropped the gun. Blood bubbled from his mouth and then he folded lifelessly to the floor. His shocked gaze moved to where Don Carlos stood in Roberto's embrace.

"I can't believe this," he said, shaking his head. "I thought I knew Madison, thought he was a man I could trust. I can only apologise unreservedly, Brooks," he added, turning to face Jack.

"We're just glad Madison admitted the truth," Jack said.

"I will arrange for the local Justice to come, Don Carlos," Roberto said, placing the knife on Madison's body. "Perhaps you should move your guests elsewhere."

"You are right, mi Espouso. Come, let us sit in the kitchen awhile," he said, ushering everyone ahead of him and away from where Roberto covered the body with the tablecloth.

****

When the Justice arrived, the local sheriff accompanying him, things were resolved swiftly. All the men's statements corroborated the sequence of events. The Justice's face set stonily when Emerson admitted taking Madison's version of events without Bart or Will being able to defend their reputations and censure was audible in his terse, clipped tones. When they left, they took the body with them.

"Please, Senor Emerson, look freely around my ranch. I have indicated those horses I am willing to sell and I am sure you will now reconsider the contract with Jack and Bart regarding cattle. I will arrange for lunch to be served in a couple of hours."

Don Carlos sighed his relief as Emerson wandered outside, deep in conversation with Jack and Bart and Nando excused himself to retire to his room with a still-shaken Will. He gratefully accepted the balloon glass, generously filled with brandy, from Roberto who held one for himself. Despite the size of the measure, on seeing the look in his Spouse's eyes, Don Carlos simply tossed the liqueur carelessly down his throat, smiling as the bigger man followed suit.

"Our bedroom, now," he husked. He moved swiftly behind the dark-haired male as Roberto spun on his heel and strode immediately to the stairs. He recognised the need in Roberto's eyes. He knew it mirrored his own and was an echo of the look in Nando's as his son had ushered Will upstairs. As they rushed into their room, clothes were almost torn from their bodies in their mutual desire to be skin-to-skin as quickly as possible. 

As soon as he was naked, Roberto ground shamelessly against Don Carlos, letting his older mate feel his hard desire. Their mouths met and tongues duelled as Don Carlos manoeuvred their bodies blindly towards the bed. They tumbled on it together, neither man willing to lose contact with the other as they kissed deeply and their hands stroked and caressed.

"Take me, Carlos, por favor, mi amor," Roberto panted harshly. He moved onto his hands and knees offering himself to his mate, looking over his shoulder at Don Carlos with an erotic glance that was both sultry and needy.

"Gently, love," Don Carlos husked. He rubbed his hands over the powerful back, squeezed the strong cheeks dusted with dark hair and palmed the heavy, furred sac. He could feel his lover quivering with need and he felt love and possessiveness wash through him. Even after so many years, that he could arouse Roberto so completely, that such a big, powerful man came undone at his touches sent a frisson of pride and protectiveness throughout his frame. No one but he ever saw Roberto naked and needy and none ever would.

"So strong, so beautiful, so mine," Don Carlos growled, eliciting a moan of need from Roberto who began to rock back towards his mate. The older man draped his body over the bigger frame, reaching with one hand to tease at dark nipples, the other to stroke at hard, dripping flesh. His own throbbing hardness pressed into the crevice between Roberto's cheeks. The moan he heard this time was wanton and begging and sent a jolt straight to Don Carlos's sex.

He eased back, having retrieved their oil. He rubbed the head of his dripping arousal over the dark, furled flesh of his lover. Carefully he worked the slick fluid into the small entrance before coating his finger with the oil and beginning the necessary preparation. Roberto responded by grinding his hips backwards to ride the fingers impaling him and Don Carlos growled in a combination of approval and ever-increasing arousal.

Finally satisfied and unable to resist any longer, Don Carlos thrust greedily into slick heat. He gave a rumble of pleasure as the sheath rippled its welcome around his shaft and Roberto groaned softly. Don Carlos eased himself back until just the head of his sex remained inside Roberto and slammed back inside to a cry of need from the bigger man. He set up a rhythm of long, hard thrusts that rammed into Roberto's jewel. He could see his mate's powerful muscles working to hold himself in place to accept the pounding and knew that, for now, this was what they both needed; an affirmation they were alive and well. He would spend time loving his Spouse slowly and sweetly that night, but now they needed the hard, fast, almost-animalistic coupling.

Both men's breath became harsh gasps as the pace continued, Roberto now pushing back to meet the deep thrusts, ensuring he was as fully impaled on his Husband's flesh as was humanly possible. The constant stimulation to his shaft had him hovering on the edge of the abyss.

"Carlos." The single word held a wealth of meaning. His mate reached under to begin a rough, rapid fisting of his aching shaft. It took only a few hard tugs and Roberto's world was enveloped in white light. He cried Don Carlos' name as he felt his seed fountain from his body and his channel clenched brutally around the flesh deep inside him. He moaned his approval as hot juices filled his spasming sheath and finally collapsed to the bed, his vision greying.

Don Carlos groaned at the strength of the contractions around his manhood. He pushed in harder, feeling his seed flow deep inside his beloved mate. As Roberto collapsed to the bed, Don Carlos followed him down and blanketed the bigger body. His hips continued to thrust desultorily inside molten heat. Although drained, the older man had yet to soften and he relished the feel of Roberto's tight, intimate heat still surrounding him. He kissed across broad shoulders and strong neck, enjoying the aftershocks of his Spouse's sheath still rippling around his sensitised shaft.

"I love you, Roberto," he husked, kissing the bigger man as Roberto craned his head for the touch he craved.

"I love you, Carlos. Always," the younger man vowed. He could feel his Husband still moving inside him, although the hard flesh was slowly softening. He was sated and content and had no immediate intentions of attempting to move. He gave a pleasured purr as soft lips tasted and facial hair tickled at his shoulder and neck. He had feared his Husband would be hurt by Madison and it had been with no little satisfaction that he had ensured Madison hurt no one else.

The two men rolled to face each other, wrapping their bodies together as they gently kissed and murmured endearments. At some point soon they knew they would have to rejoin the others, but for now each man was happy to just lie with his lover and forget the rest of the world.



Nando and Will



"You," Will moaned softly. "In me."

Both men were panting and Will's erection had faded. Keeping his own body still, Nando reached around Will. His hands worked nipples and breasts, before delving lower and fondling more delicate flesh. Nando's tongue caressed Will's ear and the younger man groaned, writhing on the rod that impaled him. Nando was pleased to feel Will's erection begin to return. As he worked the hardening flesh he began to undulate, simply allowing Will to become accustomed to being so fully filled. An unintentional rub against Will's pleasure spot had the slighter man pushing back, blindly seeking the feeling again. Will twisted his upper body, supporting himself with one arm as he sought his mate's mouth to be kissed. Taking the movement as a cue, Nando began to thrust slowly and shallowly, gradually building up both speed and depth. The mewling sounds of pleasure and need that Will began to make drove the South American on. He was deep in Will's body and his Mate wanted the intimacy, was moving with him, and was as equally aroused. Nando was careful to try and hit Will's pleasure spot repeatedly and he smiled exultantly as Will's hips matched the South American's rhythm. He began to pump Will's resurgent erection with more urgency as he felt his own imminent climax. Knowing how he could arouse Will with his words, the Rojan ensured his mouth was close to Will's ear, his voice hardly more than a rasping breath.

"Come for me, my Angel," he commanded softly. "Come for me whilst I am inside you, owning you, pleasuring you as you pleasure me. Come, Will"

With a scream, Will's climax racked the slighter body. The younger man's seed fountained over Nando's hand and the bed as his older lover continued to pump the hard flesh. Unable to support himself anymore, Will collapsed into the pillow gasping and Nando followed him down, pistoning his hips and then roared, "MINE!" as his own release erupted into Will's body. The Rojan convulsed hard as his seed filled the willing body beneath him, going deep into the younger man. Finally Nando collapsed spent over his Mate.

"Never have I known such pleasure, my love," he whispered tenderly into Will's ear. He lay almost on top of Will whispering endearments until he felt his body soften and he carefully withdrew. He gave a silent prayer of thanks as he noted no evidence of his young lover bleeding and gently rolled Will to wrap him to the South American's chest. 

"Nando," Will breathed as he met his lover's love-filled eyes and then buried himself in Nando's chest and sobbed quietly.

"Shh, mi amore," Nando soothed. "It was very profound, yes?" He smiled at the nod. "Finally our bodies joined the way our souls have known each other for months."

"Sorry," Will murmured.

"There is no need to be sorry, Love," Nando reassured. He pulled back to gaze at Will and smiled. Wiping away the tears, he whispered darkly, "My seed in your body, Will. You are mine, Love. Say it!" he commanded softly.

"Yours, Nando," the younger man affirmed instantly. "I belong to you, with you, always."

"Always," the older man confirmed, kissing his Mate thoroughly. He arranged Will to drape across his chest, the slighter man's head tucked securely under the Rojan's chin. He ran his hands soothingly up and down Will's back and simply ordered, "Sleep." The younger man sighed and wriggled erotically to ensure he was comfortable. Within a minute Nando was gratified to feel Will's body go fully limp and soft snoring emanate from the exhausted younger man. Smiling victoriously, Nando allowed Will's gentle breathing to lull him to sleep.

Nando awoke to a gentle suckling at his left breast. Will was nuzzled happily into his Mate's broad, solid chest and sleepily giving the little nub enough stimulation for it to swell and harden. Feeling Nando's intent gaze upon him, heavy lidded blue eyes gazed adoringly into passionate brown ones. 

"I love you, Will," Nando husked. "You're so beautiful, my love."

"I love you, Nando," Will replied, smiling shyly, the faintest blush tingeing his face pinkly.

"I think you were ..." Nando allowed his voice to trail off as he redirected Will back to the nipple he'd been nuzzling. As Will closed his lips over the dark brown nub, he heard his Mate sigh with pleasure. The younger man blanketed himself over Nando, alternating between nipples using lips and fingers to tease each to hard pebbled flesh

He delighted in the sounds of pleasure from the older man and the rhythmic thrusting of the powerful hips beneath him. Abandoning the highly sensitised nipples, Will licked his way down Nando's sculptured torso to lap at the swollen head of the South American's straining erection. Will hadn't mastered the art of sucking his lover to completion, but his own method of cat-like licks and gentle sucking of just the cockhead were an erotic experience of their own and one the younger man knew Nando loved. Feeling his lover's hands weave into his hair, Will was surprised to feel the tugging to move the younger man's head upwards. He looked at Nando uncertainly, wondering if he hadn't adequately pleasured the older man.

"Do not worry, mi Angel," Nando said sultrily. "You were pleasuring me beautifully. Together, mi amore, I want us to come together again." The bigger man continued to pull gently at Will's hair until the men were face to face. Using more oil, the Rojan slicked up their twin hard lengths, then rolled Will onto his back. He spread Will thighs wide and settled himself between them, gazing down into Will's sweat-sheened face. Nando aligned their hard flesh and began to thrust against his younger lover. Will quickly matched his Mate thrust for thrust. Nando kissed Will deeply allowing his tongue to possess Will's and bring the willing captive into his own mouth sucking with the same rhythm as his hips and relishing the deep moan of pleasure from his younger lover. All too soon, their pleasure climaxed and the two men came each crying the name of the other. Nando allowed more of his body's weight to settle on his smaller Mate and smiled as he felt Will try to widen his legs further to bring them even closer.

"Love you, Nando," Will panted softly.

"Love you, mi Angel," Nando smiled. "I think we need some fresh water to clean up. I will go fetch some from the well to replace that which we used earlier."

"Where is Juanita?" Will asked.

"The other little cottage belongs to Jose, her brother, and his family. They share the stable and the well. Jose is a blacksmith and does work for Papa. He employs several of the family. Juanita is a seamstress. We have the cottage tonight and tomorrow. Juanita will leave food for us at agreed times of the day, but otherwise is staying with her brother. I wanted this to be perfect for you, mi pequino."

"Anywhere I can spend time with you is perfect, Nando" Will whispered, delighted at his older lover's display of thoughtfulness.

"I will be back in a few minutes, love" Nando assured as he wiped himself perfunctorily on the used towel before donning pants and shirt and pulling on his boots.

"Nando," Will called hesitantly. "Later, could we ... I mean, would you ...?"

"Will," Nando said quietly but with an intent that made Will shiver with want. "I want to be inside you again and again. However, you will be sore now. If you are not too sore later we will make love again and I will enter you, if that is what you want. Do not be afraid to ask me for what pleasures and pleases you, my love."

"I want you in me again, Nando," Will replied earnestly. "Very much."

"Then rest now," Nando smiled, leaving the bedroom door open. Will watched him disappear from view and snuggled naked under the blankets Nando had tucked around him. His hand strayed to his buttocks and he flexed the muscles a little. He groaned a little as previously unknown aches made themselves known. Smiling he decided that the ache was more than offset by the pleasure he had felt knowing it was Nando being inside him and coming inside him that had caused it. With a warm glow, Will began to replay his deflowering in his mind.

Bartolomy, Bart Brooks approached the little cottage slowly. He was certain this was the cottage in which he would find his nephew and brother. He wasn't concerned that Will may have chosen to love a man, although he worried about how the naïve, open and trusting young man would fare in life with this choice. Bart had sacrificed his own life to some degree by choosing to live with his younger sister and brother-in-law and their older brother. However that had allowed him to be with Will from the day the boy was born. If he hadn't had a special partner in his life, there had been...liaisons and the joy of loving Will like his own son. He wasn't certain that his brother, Jack Brooks, would be as accepting. Jack had always been the disciplinarian, the harder, more remote guardian. Bart had simply loved his nephew, even more when his sister and brother-in-law had died leaving a small beautiful blond boy orphaned. Bart wanted to see the two men and find out first hand what Nando's intentions were. If he was genuinely in love with Will, Bart would give them all the support he could. However, if Will was simply another conquest for the handsome South American, then Bart wanted Nando to know he would answer to Bart if he hurt Will. He'd seen the looks of longing and desire on both men's faces. Will had been away for nearly six months when Bart had paid a surprise visit less than two months ago. Those looks had changed and Bart knew something had happened. However, he was sure there had been precious little opportunity for anything significant to have happened, but when he had arrived that morning to be told the two were spending a couple of nights away from the rancho...a secluded cottage provided all the opportunity that would be necessary.

As Bart approached the front of the cottage, Nando was out at the back drawing water from the well and so hidden from the older American's sight. He saw the door was open and he pushed it wide stepping inside and calling out for Will or Nando. He saw a clean, neat living and cooking space and a set of stairs leading to the upper level. He saw the two hats on he sideboard and shouted again.

"Will? Nando? You here?" He eyed the stairs hesitantly, but with a deep breath began to ascend.

In bed, Will's eyes were closed and his slender body writhed beneath the blankets as Nando's touches and words from their love-making were replayed in his mind. He didn't hear his uncle's shouts or the older man climbing the stairs and was blissfully unaware of his approaching the bedroom door.

"Will?" Bart called from the doorway as he spotted the golden hair above the blankets.

"Nando," Will called huskily, and then sat up in shock, his face paling alarmingly. "Uncle Bart?" he managed to force the words past a throat almost too restricted to even allow breath to pass. The blankets pooled around the slender hips and exposed part of the shaft and the rosy tip of the younger man's erect penis. His eyes drawn by the movement of the blanket, Bart had enough time to register crazily that it was the only colour he could see in the younger man.

"Sorry, Will," he muttered. "I can't..." Bart hurried away in acute embarrassment. He had intended to say he couldn't apologise enough, but believed Will was so mortified, he would appreciate the older man just leaving immediately. In his haste he failed to see the look of total devastation and desolation on Will's face.

Will had accepted Nando's assurances that Bart would be tolerant of their relationship. Now it seemed his lover was wrong. The look on his uncle's face, his words: I can't, replayed over and over in Will's shocked mind until with a soul-deep moan of anguish, the younger man flung himself from the bed and dressed hurriedly. He couldn't stay in the house, he had to get away. He couldn't face the words of condemnation from his uncle. He'd be told to keep away from Nando. Bart hated him, Jack would hate him. Worse still, Nando would be ordered to stop loving him. He'd found his heart only to have it ripped brutally from him. In his fragile emotional state, he was unaware of the tears falling unchecked. All he was aware of were Bart's look and his words. He had to get away from them. Not realizing he was suffering from shock, the young man fled.

Bart had raced down the stairs and run outside. The sounds of voices had led him to the well behind the cottages. Shame-faced, Bart had gone towards Nando ready to face the South American's wrath.

"Bart?" Nando asked incredulously. Then the Rojan's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "This is not accidental." An accusation, not a question. "Juanita, please stable Bart's horse. Bart, you will explain yourself."

Engrossed, neither man saw the white-face young man run from the house to the stable where Juanita was about to unsaddle Bart's horse.

"Will?" she asked shocked. Will's face was ashen and as she reached a hand to touch him, he was cool and clammy. His eyes were bright red and tears fell continually and he shook uncontrollably as he began to saddle his horse frantically. Juanita wasn't sure Will even realized she was there and tried again to catch the attention of the frightened young man. "Will, es Juanita. Acqi, Will."

"Gotta get away from here. Before Uncle Bart makes Nando say he doesn't love me" his voice broke and he sobbed.

"Will," Juanita said slowly. "Nando loves you very much."

"They'll tell him not to. They'll make him leave me" Will cried brokenly. "I can't live without him, I can't stay, I can't stay". Leaping on his horse, Will surged out of the stable and began to ride hard, fast and blind. He mindlessly obeyed his shocked mind's chant of 'Run, run, run'.

Juanita ran to the cottage where Nando had taken Bart. As she entered, Nando was descending the stairs a worried look on his face.

"Will is gone" he said.

"Nando, your love has run. He believes you will be stopped from loving him. He is in shock; he doesn't know what he is doing".

"Ah, God" Bart groaned. "I wanted to help, Nando. I'm sorry".

"Let us catch Will first," Nando ground out concerned with his lover's state of mind. "You can explain to both of us. Let me saddle my horse."

Although Will didn't have a lot of a head start, the frantic young man was riding harder and faster then his pursuers realized and the two men were concerned that he still hadn't come into view.

Will was still riding blindly. His unchecked tears made the sunset an orange haze in the distance. The trembling that initially shook his body was due to shock, but the younger man was wearing only his shirt and the desert was cooling rapidly. Will was unaware of the chilling air and the leeching effect it had on his dwindling strength. Will felt a wave of dizziness and nausea sweep over him and he swayed dangerously. He tried to control his horse, but his strength, born of adrenaline, had dissipated. His horse stumbled and Will couldn't stop his fall. His right knee twisted as he fell and his right temple bounced off a flat rock. He lay unconscious, still shivering as precious body heat was lost, a trickle of blood pooling around his head.

Nando and Bart were experienced trackers and knew they would have no problem following Will's trail. However, Nando was getting more distressed as they failed to catch sight of the young man they chased. Bart kept up a litany of apologies. Nando remained angry that the older man hadn't immediately admitted his stumbling upon Will, but was equally touched he would go to so much trouble to protect his nephew and was prepared to support them both. Nando had wanted the younger Brooks sibling as an ally in regards to Will's older uncle, Jack. Nando knew a same sex relationship would not be what the older Brooks would want for his nephew. The relationship Nando wanted with Will was sanctioned and welcomed in civil ordnances in his native Costa Roja and Nando was more than prepared to marry his younger lover and adopt the formal civil relationship of Husband and Spouse and live in Costa Roja. Mexico and America were not so tolerant and although some couples lived happily, there was some hostility and no such formal relationship as the two men could enjoy in their small Eden. Given the need for support, Nando kept his anger firmly lidded as it would benefit no-one, least of all his frightened young Mate.

"There's his horse," Bart's voice drew Nando from his reverie. "But I don't see Will".

"Deo mio," breathed Nando in fear. "He's been thrown, he's hurt". The South American urged his horse faster, and then rapidly dismounted to kneel at his lover's side. He took in the pale and bloodied face and the twisted leg. "Will?" he whispered hoarsely, gently laying the younger man in his lap. He stroked Will's cheek lovingly. "Will, it's Nando, mi Pequino. Can you hear me, love? Can you wake for me? Please, my love".

Bart emptied some of the water from his canteen onto his neckerchief and squatting next to his nephew passed the canteen to Nando whilst he gently cleansed the cut on Will's temple. Nando took the canteen and nodded tersely. Finishing the desultory cleaning, Bart tenderly felt down the younger man's twisted leg and straightened it out when assured it was safe.

"It's not broke, Nando," he said. "It'll be sore for a couple of days though".

Nando nodded tightly once again. His more pressing concern was his young lover's failure to awaken. Nando shifted Will to lay across his lap and taking Bart's neckerchief, pressed it against Will's temple. Finally the cold and the sting from the cut registered in Will's consciousness and Nando was relieved when Will moaned softly and shifted restlessly in response. Both men strained to hear Will's broken words.

"Uncle Bart hates me. Everyone will hate me. Nando will be sent away. Never see him. Can't be without him. Love you, Nando. Don't leave me, please".

"Ah, Will, son," Bart groaned. "I don't hate you, Boy. I just thought you'd want me to leave. I just want to help. Come back to us, Will".

"Mi Angel," Nando murmured into Will's ear. "Nobody can stop me loving you. I won't leave. Please awaken, mi chico bonito. Will, please look at me. See I speak the truth".

The two older men unconsciously held their breaths as Will's eyes flickered in response to Nando's words of reassurance. As his eyes opened, Will began to smile at his lover, and then he caught sight of his uncle. The smile fled and Nando felt the sudden tenseness of the body in his arms. The change in demeanour was not lost on Bart. Instantly the older man grasped his nephew's hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed the knuckles. Bart knew he wasn't good with words and hoped the gesture would bring the reassurance he knew Will needed.

"B...Bart?" Will's voice was roughened by his earlier distress.

"I don't hate you, Will," Bart replied. "I didn't think you'd want me to hang round when I...uh...first arrived. I'm happy for you: for both of you. I wanted to give you and Nando any help and support that I could".

Will tried to speak again, but only a gentle sobbing sound came out.

"It's getting dark," Nando observed. "We need to get you home. Can you stand, Will? We can help you".

Between them, the two older men got Will to his feet, but the younger man was dizzy and unable to put weight on his knee. Slowly they managed to get him on Nando's horse, safe in the South American's arms and the three men rode home.

After permitting Bart and Nando to assist in fully stripping Will, Juanita shooed them both downstairs while she assessed the young man's hurts. She knew he would be embarrassed to be examined by a woman when naked and didn't want the presence of the other men to add to the pretty young man's distress. 

As though the young man was one of her own nephews, Juanita gently cleansed the scrapes and grazes and wrapped the injured knee in a cold compress while she devoted her attention to the head wound. Carefully cleaning the entire area, she stared critically at the cut before deciding it would heal with just a dressing. She would need to inform his worried lover to expect spectacular bruising. She realized that dazed azure eyes were looking at her in confusion. Smiling, she stroked Will's hair and crooned a favourite lullaby. She smiled affectionately as the young man's eyes closed and soft sounds of sleeping drifted upwards.




Nando and Will



"Bueno, bambino," she whispered. "Muy bueno, pequino."

She left the lamp burning and returned downstairs to the anxious men.

"Juanita," Nando immediately spoke. "Is he well?"

"Si, Nando," she replied smiling to add reassurance to her words. "He sleeps now. There will be much bruising, but he will be much well by morning, if very sore." She turned her gaze to Bart for a minute before looking back at the hovering South American. "He will need you, Nando. Go to him".

"There is only the one bed ..." Nando began hesitantly.

"Nando, arriba ahora," Juanita commanded shooing him towards the stairs. "You," she indicated Bart." Duermes acqui". She thrust gathered covers into Bart's hand and waved at the space in front of the small fireplace.

"Yes, Ma'm," Bart replied. "I sleep here."

"Gracias, Juanita," Nando smiled as he made his way up the stairs.

Returning his smile, Juanita then left the cottage to sleep with her brother and his family.

Nando wasted no time in stripping fully and slipping between the sheets next to his sleeping lover. He was both pleased and gratified that as he enveloped his arms around Will, the younger man settled close, nuzzling into Nando's juncture of neck and shoulder. Although Nando had concerns about Will's pallor, he knew Juanita was skilled in healing and was often sought out for those skills. With a gentle touch, Nando positioned Will's head on his shoulder and nuzzled into the fine blond hair allowing Will's rhythmic breathing and unique scent to relax him into sleep.

Will woke slowly and found that the least movement caused aches throughout his body to make themselves very apparent. For a moment he couldn't understand the sensations, then memories of the previous night resurfaced and the young man couldn't suppress a groan that was part pain and part embarrassment.

"Will?" Nando's voice was full of concern as his eyes flew open to observe his young lover.

"Sorry, Nando" Will whispered. "I made a real fool of myself didn't I?"

"No, mi amore" Nando reassured his mate, cuddling the slighter body a little tighter. "You were upset and afraid and in shock at the manner in which your uncle discovered us. Our only worry was how hurt you were when we found you. Neither of us thinks you foolish. How do you feel?" he asked solicitously.

"Sore," Will confessed. "Is Uncle Bart still here?" he asked. At Nando's nod, Will sighed and his head dropped. "Then I guess our time here is over," he said dejectedly.

Nando caught the dropped head and lifted Will's chin until the slender man could gaze into his eyes. Will gasped at the intensity in the brown depths.

"I will give you a full body massage later," he purred seductively as though he hadn't heard Will's words. "Then, if you are not too sore, I fully intend to love you thoroughly as we enjoy our time here. Bart will have to find other means than our company to keep himself entertained. There is a passable cantina in the village. He can go there for the day."

"I love you so much, Nando" Will whispered as he stroked the older man's stubbled cheek.

"I love you too, mi Angel and I have no intention of sharing you in the precious time we have here" Nando growled. He swept the blanket from Will's supine form and smiled possessively at the expanse of pale skin before him. "So beautiful, Will" he murmured as he captured a nipple and began to torture it erotically with teeth and tongue. "So beautiful and all mine."

He moved and parted Will's thighs to lie between them. He was careful not to jostle Will's injured knee as he moved into position. A feral smile on his lips heralded his recognition of Will's burgeoning arousal. As the organ began to fill and harden, Nando encourage its growth by tracing the member from root to tip, swirling his thumb around the slit to gather and spread the already leaking fluid. As Nando tasted his lover's offering, Will moaned at the sight and began to shift restlessly, needing more direct stimulation. Nando growled in gratification at his mate's arousal and capitulation to his ministrations. He hadn't been certain Will was ready to be aroused so soon following his fright, but it pleased him to see how readily Will accepted and responded to the intimate touches. 

"Nando, please" the younger man begged softly, then moaned as Nando again lightly traced the erect shaft from root to tip, this time flicking his tongue over the weeping head.

"Yes, my love" Nando growled darkly. "Yes, mi pequino"

Nando straddled Will and splaying a large hand in the middle of Will's chest and using the other to secure across Will's slender hips, the older man effectively pinned down his Mate for his ministrations. With a flash of strong white teeth in a feral smile, Nando engulfed Will's erect flesh. Nando had no desire or intention to tease his younger lover. They both needed this reaffirmation and with Bart in the house, long and slow lovemaking was not an option in any case. Nando smiled around his prize as Will pulled a pillow over his face to muffle his scream as a blistering orgasm swept through him to leave him panting weakly, his bones turned to jelly. "Give me your hands," Nando commanded softly. He wrapped Will's hands around his aching shaft and held them in place as he thrust hard into the tunnel they provided.

As his awareness returned, Will began to squeeze the hard flesh sliding between his hands. Nando's organ was hot to his touch, but could not compare to the heat Will could see in the South American's eyes. The two men locked gazes as they worked to bring the older man to completion. "Coming, Will" Nando moaned. "Coming for you". Nando buried his face in Will's shoulder as his seed poured into his young lover's hands. He finally slumped forward, allowing Will to take his full weight for a few moments. He kissed his Mate deeply, showing his love, and then moved to stand. Fetching a washcloth, he cleansed them both. Finally the men dressed and went downstairs. 

Bart Brooks still slept wrapped in the covers provided by Juanita in front of the now dead fire. He jumped, glaring balefully at the Rojan who had toed him awake.

"Morning, Bart," Nando smiled.

"Nando" he growled in return.

"Will, can you make some coffee whilst your uncle wakes himself up. I will be back in a few moments."

Alone for the first time since Bart's unfortunately timed arrival, nephew and uncle looked uncertainly at each other. Unable to bear the unusual and strained silence, Bart wordlessly opened his arms, believing the action would be eloquent than any words he could find to speak. With a muted sob, Will limped into the embrace and held tightly to his uncle as Bart hugged him with ferocious strength.

"Sorry, Will," he said roughly as tears welled in his eyes. "I never meant to hurt you. Are you ok? How's your knee?"

"It's a little sore" Will admitted. "I don't think I'll be walking much today. Thank you for being concerned. I love you"

"I love you, too" Bart's voice was hoarse. Slowly he released the younger man and took over the task of brewing coffee and preparing slices of bread with honey to accompany them.

"I don't know what problems you and Nando will face with Uncle Jack" Bart said warningly. "But I hadn't met my special person before you were born and I decided I didn't want to risk losing you from my life. So I just took my opportunities where I could and I don't regret a minute I've spent watching you grow into a fine young man. But you've met your special person, Will and I don't want you to lose him out of any misguided feelings of duty. You deserve love and happiness, Will and I'll do all in my power to help you have that"

"Thanks, Uncle Bart," Will whispered, his own tears threatening to fall. "I respect Uncle Jack. As my uncle and my guardian, I do love him. But Nando's my life, my soul. I'd die without him now. I have to find a way to let him know that Nando comes first in my life and where he goes I will follow".

At that moment, Nando returned with a self-satisfied smile that spoke volumes.

"I'm almost afraid to ask what that smile heralds," Bart said guardedly as the men ate and drank.

"Jose is going to the local village and can take you, Bart. On the way, he will call on a friend of ours, Alessandro. He would enjoy company at the cantina. He speaks a little English. I'm sure the two of you will get on very well. Jose will let us know if you plan on returning here tonight."

"If I don't return here," Bart said carefully. "Where am I likely to find myself staying?"

"I am sure Alessandro would appreciate company overnight. If you're nice to him," the South American added with a wink and leer carefully shielded from Will's wide, innocent eyes.

"Sounds like a plan to me, Nando" Bart smiled. It was obvious to the older man that Nando had arranged this to ensure Bart didn't return that night. Bart could understand and appreciate Nando's thinking. His mind swiftly moved on to imagining spending the night with a willing partner himself. "I'd best get myself cleaned up a bit," he said standing. "I wouldn't want to make a bad first impression."

Nando couldn't stop his laughter as Bart hurried outside and his laughter increased at Will's look of confusion swinging from his disappearing uncle to his clearly amused Mate.

Within a couple of hours, Nando had both himself and Will naked and stretched out on the bed, his hands enjoying stroking bare, soft flesh.

"You promised me a massage," Will purred as his lover's talented hands petted him, relaxing him. He gazed shyly at Nando. "Do I still get one?" he asked.

"But of course, mi Angel" Nando replied. He straddled Will's legs and began a sensual massage of Will's head. As he trailed his fingers down Will's face and body, he began to follow the path of his hands with his lips and teeth. He paid special attention to Will's nipples, finally leaving them stiff peaks of sensitized flesh. Slowly he covered the entire front of Will's body except for the column of rosy, erect flesh that jutted from between the smaller man's legs.

"Nando," Will moaned softly as his lithe body writhed under the sensual assault. 

Nando gave a feral smile at Will's arousal and the needy sounds emanating from his lover. He relished reducing Will's vocabulary to mewls of want, need and pleasure.

"Need you, Nando. Please, Love" Will begged.

"And you shall have me, Pequino," Nando promised as he guided Will to lie on his stomach. His hands wove the same sensual pattern on Will's back as they had on his front. Again, Nando followed his hands with teeth and lips. Finally, strong, calloused hands firmly gripped the smaller man's cheeks and spread them proprietarily apart. Deep brown eyes gazed with a mix of love and desire at the tiny aperture that granted access to Will's body.

"So beautiful, mi Angel," the bigger man's voice had deepened with his growing need. His flesh was hard, suffused with need. It stood proudly from its thick nest of dark curls, pointing where it wished to be buried. Temporarily pushing down his desire, Nando thrust his tongue deeply into the exposed pucker and worked the moist muscle deep inside the willing body spread for his pleasure beneath him. Will's moans and cries fuelled the South American on and he determined that Will's first climax would be from this act alone. Pulling Will's cheeks as widely apart as he was able, Nando pressed his mouth as close to Will's centre as possible. He alternated folding his tongue and giving short jabs with simply thrusting his tongue as deep as possible. As Will relaxed fully into the erotic sensations of this most intimate act, Nando finally flicked the tip of his tongue over Will's sweet spot and with a scream; the younger man came to a shattering climax. His vision greyed out as his body spasmed helplessly, his seed jettisoning from his body and then went limp.

Will awoke to find himself cradled in Nando's arms as the older man smiled triumphantly at his sated Mate.

"Love you so much," Will whispered as he stroked Nando's cheek. "That was amazing."

"It is not finished yet, my love" Nando growled. Hold yourself open for me. I want to make you ready to accept me inside you. The Rojan locked eyes with his slender lover as Will hooked his arms behind his knees, opening his body to Nando's predatory gaze. Quickly the older man inserted one, then two salve slicked fingers, licking his lips in unconscious anticipation as Will gasped and writhed on the welcome invaders. As Nando worked three fingers into the slender channel, he ensured that he continually rubbed Will's pleasure spot and was rewarded by the younger man's resurgent erection.

"Nando...ah...please...please," Will begged.

In response, Nando positioned the purpled head of his arousal at Will's loosened and glistening port.

"Te quiero, mi Angel," he said huskily as he pressed inside the velvet sheath.

"Love you inside me, Nando," Will panted. "Love you. Fill me, love. Come inside me, please."

Nando's reply was to begin a rhythmic thrusting into hot, slick tightness. He relished his young lover's responsiveness as Will arched into the measured strokes. A cry of pleasure from the smaller man made Nando grin savagely as he knew he was hitting the spot he sought with his manhood. Stroking Will's needy flesh, the older man led them inexorably towards their mutual completion.

Will stiffened beneath his lover and he screamed out Nando's name as a second climax was wrenched from him. The sight, sound and scent of his Mate's release combined with the clenching around his own throbbing flesh sent Nando to his own climax. His roar of completion drowned out Will's scream.

Slowly Nando came to his senses. He was still buried in Will's body, but he could feel his cock had begun to soften. Will was still out cold from the second shattering climax and Nando grinned with a primal satisfaction at having succeeded in causing Will to climax so strongly twice in succession. His smile softened as sleepy blue eyes gazed up at him with lazy satiation and love.

"Te quiero, Nando" Will said. The younger man was unable to suppress a groan of loss as Nando's flesh finally slipped from his body.

"Te quiero, mi amore," Nando affirmed. With a move born of practice, Nando rolled them so that Will now lay draped across the bigger man's chest. He kissed Will deeply and then tucked the younger man's head under his chin, stroking the golden hair until he felt Will go limp. Kissing the top of Will's head, Nando stayed awake, fretting over and planning ways to best approach Jackson Brooks.