Hidden Desires Awakened

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 23rd July 2016

Characters: Benamil, Arion
Description: Benamil has a nightmare, only, which part frightens him the most?
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 6, day 17 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Benamil's family
Note: Posting Challenge Week #1: Nightmares

Benamil

"You should have seen your face when Citrus bucked you off after seeing that tunnelsnake." Benamil crowed with laughter as he dismounted from his dappled runner, Wind.

Arion cut his eyes at the beastcrafter as he gingerly climbed down from his mount's sandy blonde back. The vintner's clothing was still covered in dirt and dust from where he'd been thrown earlier.

"Go ahead and laugh, I'll remember that the next time a runner kicks you in the ribs again." He winced as he ran a hand down his back, which was now sore thanks to the way he'd landed flat on his butt.

"Your face was like this..." Benamil contorted his facial features into a silly face.

Arion punched his friend in the shoulder, "Ha. Ha. I'm so glad my physical pain amuses you."

Benamil grinned as they led their runners into the stable. "What are friends for if not to laugh at you when you get hurt?"

"Indeed." Arion said dryly as he put Citrus in her stall and began unbuckling the straps to her saddle. The runner was at least aptly named, her disposition could be as sour as a citrus fruit one minute, and sweet and punchy the next.

"What are your plans for the night?" Benamil asked of his childhood friend as he began brushing Wind.

Arion lifted his shoulders, "Oh, I don't know, I might get crazy and work on some new liquor. What about you? What ridiculous blind date has your family set you up on this time?"

Benamil rolled his eyes, "Ugh, don't remind me. The last woman had toe thumbs, I tell you, TOE THUMBS." He shuddered. "I could barely even eat for looking at them."

Arion shut the door to Citrus's stall just as Benamil closed the door on Wind. The apprentice beastcrafters would ensure the rest of the runners' care for the evening. As the men's shoulders brushed a charge of electricity seem to pass between them and Benamil felt his pulse quicken in a way it never had with any of his blind dates.

Arion seemed to notice something as well because he froze midstep, his brow furrowed a bit as he looked at Benamil. They were about the same height so it wasn't hard to look into the son of Benaroy's dark blue eyes. It wasn't as if he'd never noticed Benamil's eyes before, he'd known him since they were both brats running around the Hold stealing sweets. But right now, something was different...

Without a word, in what seemed like a whirl, their bodies collided in a melding of arms, legs and lips. Despite his normal shyness, Benamil took charge, pulling Arion into an empty stall while never breaking their kiss.

Blinding hot desire coiled in his stomach as clothing was shed. Why had he never noticed Arion this way before? Benamil was no virgin, he'd been with a few women, but it had never been anything like the heady rush that he was experiencing now.

"Ben," Arion breathed into his ear in a soft sigh as the beastcrafter's lips trailed down the blonde's throat.

Arion's skin was perfect, Benamil discovered, to feel and to taste.

"Take me." The vintner said next, looking over his shoulder at Benamil with sultry eyes.

He had never been with a man before, but Benamil knew exactly what to do, and there was no turning down the invitation of Arion on his knees.

Kneeling behind the vintner, Benamil ran his hands down the man's back and then curled his fingers over his hips. Benamil's breath caught with anticipation as his hips surged forward.

"Benamil!" He froze at the sound of his name, and when he looked over his shoulder it was to see his entire family standing in the stables with shock and disgust written clearly on their features. His oldest brother, Royan, was the speaker, although he looked eerily like their father Benaroy at that moment. "You disgusting, filthy...."

He woke from the dream with a gasp, bolting upright in his bed as his heart pounded a staccato rhythm in his chest. Sweat drenched his body and sheets as Benamil cast about his darkened room for what had woken him but he found nothing out of place. For a disorienting moment Benamil couldn't remember what he had been dreaming about, only that whatever it was had his pulse racing.

Rubbing a hand over his face, bits of the dream began coming back to him in flashes of skin and heady kisses. He licked at his parched lips and rose from his bed, his hands trembling as he poured himself a glass of water.

What a nightmare that had been.

**Which part? Being gay or getting caught?** His subconscious questioned.

Benamil didn't know the answer.

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