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Marco immediately remembered that it looked clear outside and decided that he would not mind sleeping outside on the ground hidden among the soldiers to avoid ‘discussing business’ with his lover. Unfortunately looking towards the opening of the tent to calculate his odds of getting out before the Mongolian moved from his perch gave away his plans to escape.
“I will catch you before you clear the flaps of the tent and if by some miracle you do get out I will simply find you, drag you to the center of camp, and we will have our talk there in front of everyone.” Byamba announced to the Latin who was about to make his move.
‘Evil,’ Marco decided was the new word to describe his lover as he stared in shock. ‘Pure evil.’
Satisfied that the message has been received Byamba shifted in his seat until he was sitting in a more upright position and beckoned Marco over.
“Byamba, can we please talk about this?” The Latin asked.
“We are. Come here.” The Mongolian replied.
“With words!” Marco pleaded desperately.
“We will once this part is done."
“There is no need for that when we can simply-”
“Do I have to come get you?” The Mongolian growled.
“NO!” Marco shouted as he sprang to his feet when he saw the other man begin to rise. Taking a deep breathe the Latin slowly walked around the fire to where his lover sat watching him with narrowed eyes for any sudden escape attempts. Once Marco was standing directly in front of the chair Byamba finally relaxed as he tugged at the Latin’s clothes motioning for them to be removed. Marco knew that resistance was futile so he simply pulled off his shoes, belt, pants and underlings and placed them on the floor. He knew he must have been looking pitiful because Byamba reached out and pulled Marco into his arms. The fact that the Mongolian was sitting messed with the height difference but that did not stop Byamba from gently kissing Marco until the he started to loosen up. After pulling out of the kiss it did not take much of Byamba’s strength to have the younger man laying across his lap with his butt in the air.
“I do not want to do this,” The Mongolian stated as he gently stroked his lover’s back. “I had hoped that the memory of the last time you was in this position will help you to think more clearly on being safe but I see that you need a reminder. Very well.” Byamba finished his statement with a sharp swat to Marco’s arse pulling a gasp from the Latin as the sharp pain crossed his skin. He had almost forgotten just how hard his lover hand could be when it was not gently stroking and caressing his skin as if he was touching the most priceless treasure. The tent was soon filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh smacking flesh as Marco tried to bite back the groans of pain trying to make their way past his lips in order to retain his dignity. A particular hard swat caused the Latin to grab on to his lover’s pants leg just to have something to hold on to and Byamba briefly paused in his spanking until he found that Marco did not need to be re-adjusted. If anyone asked Marco how many strikes he had received he would not have been able to answer since the blows came fast, hard and seemed to blend together into one long stream of pain. Finally after a short eternity Byamba slowed down his pace and pulled back on the force of the swats but did not give any other sign of stopping.
“Do you understand why I am doing this, Marco?” The Mongolian questioned. It took a minute for Marco to unlock his jaw in order to force the words out.
“Because I left the tent and gave you a scare?” he answered with the first thing he could think of that got him into this position.
“You are half right.” Byamba stated as the smacks moved down to Marco’s thighs. “I do not care that you left the tent and went to the springs. I care that you went somewhere that was isolated without telling anyone. You know that there is traitors and killers in the Khan’s kingdom and going off alone like that makes you vulnerable. Then you allowed yourself to lose focus on your surroundings leaving you completely helpless. I called you three times before I entered the spring and was able to swim with an arm’s reach before you realized I was there and reacted. If I was a killer than you would be a dead Latin.” The Mongolian ranted as a swat on Marco’s red arse caused him to yelp.
“Byamba, please. You are completely right and I am sorry. It was foolish of me. Please, it won’t happen again.” Marco pleaded over the burning in his butt and the watering of his eyes.
“It cannot, Marco. Next time you risk your safety so recklessly I might not be there and then what? We have just started on this road and I will not see it swiftly and in sorrow. You are mine and I will do my best to protect you but you must THINK.” Byamba growled out as he landed a smack on Marco that made him whimper pathetically. Hearing this the Mongolian went from hard swats to softly stroke the Latin’s red arse as if to soothe the pain away. The weight of the hand resting over his burning flesh made Marco want to shout but he feared if he opened his mouth he would embarrass himself more than he was already so he simply kept quiet and took it. After a few minutes of gentle strokes Byamba maneuvered the Latin until he was sitting upright with his arse balanced between the Mongolian’s knees and his face pressed into Byamba’s vest.
“I do not mean to place either of us into this position nor do I want us to end. I thought it was safe but I promise to think more carefully if only to avoid these…discussions.” Marco mumbled as he wrapped his arms around his lover’s chest.
“That would be most wise especially since our talk have a bigger side effect than you seem to realize. Now you must spend the rest of the night until at least tomorrow with a sore arse barely able to sit instead of partaking in the sweet lovemaking I had planned for us for the rest of the trip. Tonight I would have tied your hands to the post and spent the rest of the night kissing and licking every part of you until you begged for me but now you must wait for days before anything can happen. ” Byamba announced to the Latin who looked at him so horror-struck that he could not help but lean down and kiss him.
“But Byamba-” Marco whined.
“There is no buts, sweetling. Now to bed with you. There is much riding tomorrow.”