Dalliance Title: Dalliance Author:ladytalon1 Fandom: The Patriot PairingL Tavington/Wilkins, Tavington/OC, Wilkins/OC Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any $$ A/N: This one's for dracschick and her prompt... it's pretty much straight porn, so don't expect any sort of intelligent plot XD
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William Tavington brushes aside the tent flap, watching the Dragoons leaping to attention at his arrival. “As you were,” he says mildly. The few men who had been asleep are jabbed in the ribs or elsewhere to gain their attention as the colonel strides farther into their tent, and his searching eyes finally find what he has been seeking when Wilkins shoots upright at the far end. “Ah, Captain Wilkins – come with me, please.”
“Yes, sir.” The other man bends to retrieve his uniform coat and swings it on quickly, catching up his baldric in one hand as he follows Tavington from the tent.
Outside the low murmur of the soldiers mingle with the sounds of deep summer and the lights of fireflies blink erratically in the night air as they walk to the horse lines. Tavington smiles to himself at the confusion he sees in the captain’s face, motioning for him to mount. He can tell the man longs to ask questions about their destination, and finally turns to him when they reach the outskirts of the small Colonial town. “Would you like to know where we are going, Captain?”
Wilkins blinks in startlement at being asked. “..sir?” He is intrigued now, and is about to ask when Tavington silences him with one word.
“Come.”
The colonel leads his captain to the house on a side street of the town, past the family eating their supper inside, and up to the large room at the top of the stairs. Wilkins shifts nervously, unsure of his place as Tavington closes the door behind them and gestures for the big man to sit down. He crosses behind the captain and places his hands on the broad shoulders, feeling the tension there as he slides them closer to his neck. “Sir?” Wilkins asks a second time just as the door opens once more and the oldest daughter of the homeowner ducks inside, full lips parting as she gazes at the two dragoons.
“Lock the door behind you, and turn down the lamps,” Tavington orders softly, feeling Wilkins’ pulse begin to speed under his fingers. “Now come here.” The girl obeys and approaches to stand shyly in front of them, but begins to remove her clothing readily enough at his next command and reveals a soft, nubile form unmarked by disease. Tavington leans down, his lips close to the captain’s ear. “Would you like her?”
Wilkins swallows hard. “Yes.”
Tavington smiles and reaches down to curl his fingers about the prominent bulge in the dragoon’s breeches, drawing a sobbing breath from the other man. “And would you like… me?”
The blue eyes are full of confused, pained longing as they look up into his. “Y-yes.”
The young woman inhales sharply as Tavington gently bades Wilkins undress, uncertain where she should look as both men work on the fastenings of their clothing and pale, muscled flesh comes into view. “This is Marietta, Captain. Sit back down… Marietta, this is James. You remember what I asked you for the other night?” Marietta nods and obediently kneels between Wilkins’ legs. “Make it last,” Tavington instructs, unraveling the other dragoon’s queue as the girl leans forward.
The captain’s breathing grows ragged and uneven as Marietta licks up and down his cock, and the colonel runs his hands over the man’s powerful chest leisurely before slanting his mouth over Wilkins’ in a wild, possessive kiss. Wilkins moans into his mouth as Marietta sucks him into hers, and between them they drive the man to an orgasm so intense he nearly passes out.
Tavington smiles and circles back around, motioning the young woman to the bed that takes up much of the room and leaves the Loyalist in an insensate sprawl. She obeys eagerly, and he finds to his satisfaction that she does not require much by way of preparation… a glance to the side shows that Wilkins is watching through heavily lidded eyes as he covers her, nipping on the curve of a breast. He thrusts in and out and Marietta keens her pleasure so loudly that he knows that her parents and siblings have heard. Tavington drives her to another climax before pulling from her body and beckoning Wilkins to the bed. “I’ve – I’ve never,” Wilkins attempts to explain, his eyes anxious.
He might be known as an immoral, brutal man to the populace, but he greatly preferred willing partners. The colonel smiles to reassure him and pats the mattress. “But wouldn’t you like to?” The bed dips as Wilkins joins them upon it slowly, already fully recovered and impressively hard. “Very good…hands and knees,” Tavington instructs, stroking the captain’s body to dispel the last of the nervousness he feels there before he dips into the small bowl of oil that sits upon the table beside the bed. Another moan is voiced as his fingers spread the oil around the appropriate area, and Wilkins begins to swear softly when he slides a finger inside. “Would you like me to stop?” he murmurs in the man’s ear.
Wilkins clutches at the mattress convulsively as he is stretched, and groans out a delirious “no” as Tavington oils his cock and begins to press into him slowly. He takes care, mindful of the relative virginity of the big man beneath him, but is unable to control himself completely. Marietta is wide-eyed at the sight of them rutting as the bed shakes from the increasing force of Tavington’s thrusts. Gasping cries, grunts, and groans ring out in time with the slam of the headboard against the wall and if the other occupants of the house had any doubt of what was happening up the stairs, it is surely gone now. The sheets rip as Wilkins claws at them helplessly when Tavington climaxes with a series of nearly punishing thrusts, reaching around the big man’s hip to stroke him roughly to orgasm. They collapse on the mattress, breathing as hard as if they had been in battle.
Both men lay where they have fallen as Marietta busies herself with picking up their clothing and she reaches for her own before Tavington stops her. “Would you like to have her?” he asks the man beneath him lazily, rolling off to watch in some amusement and no little amazement as Wilkins revives enough to take her up against the door. Much later when she has gone and they are tangled together across the bed once more, Tavington smiles as he snuffs the candle. He has no idea why he hasn’t thought this up before now.