Chapter 10: Chapter 10 - "Epilogue"
“Following Tides I - Vangel and Ilya's Tale”
T H E F O L L O W I N G T I D E S S E R I E S
PART I - VAN & ILYA
Author: D. Sanders a.k.a "The Fablespinner"
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CHAPTER TEN -- "EPILOGUE"
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“Daa! Hurry!”
“I’m hurrying I’m hurrying.” Van chuckled as Danica and Danil, each four-year-old had a hand clamped onto his index fingers and were pulling him across the greenhouse deck to the railing facing the prow of the ship. “I don’t know what the rush is, it’s not like we’re there yet.”
“Is that it though?” Danica asked pointing at the horizon.
“No love. That’s just the sea. Just like it was the last four times you two dragged me over her to point at waves. You won’t be able to see it at least until mid-afternoon. We just had breakfast.”
“Ah Daa you’re such a spoil sport.” Ilya’s rich tenor and very male again form chuckled as he dandled their two-year-old son, Evgeni, on his narrow hips. The toddler was getting sticky fig fingers all over Ilya’s shirt. Ilya just rolled his eyes. “Little stinker, when did you snatch a fig?” Ilya chuckled going over to a pail of water and trying in vain to wash little fingers and his shirt. Van sniggered, the toddler was more of a handful than Danil and Danica had been put together. Ah, the glorious terrible twos.
Ilya rejoined them at the prow. “DaaDaa, were we really born on this Island?”
“Aye you were. We kept you in trunks.” Ilya grinned and Danica’s eyes went wide.
“No!”
“Aye. You came early and your Daa and I forgot to bring a bassinet. So your Gran put you in trunks.” Ilya teased, it was technically the truth, everything else about their birth and how they had miraculously saved their DaaDaa’s life, they wouldn’t know until they were much, much older. It was too much for little minds to understand. They were happy enough being typical children tormenting their loving parents.
“Daa! Is that it?” Danil pointed once again to a wave.
“No son. I told you, not until much later today.” Van rolled his eyes.
“You realize we are going to be saying this all morning if we don’t change the subject. We should have let it be a surprise.” Ilya said as Evgeni stuck sticky fingers in his hair. “Ouch. Take the baby Van. Ouch, let go love.” Van held the baby as Ilya freed his hair.
“We are waiting for the next one Van!”
“Aye, that’s what you said after the twins remember?”
“I mean it this time.”
“Sure you do love.” Van leaned over and kissed his husband. “How about we go have a story time?” Val turned to the twins who cheered.
“Then nap time.”
“DaaDaa!” They whined.
“You know that only works on your Daa. He’s the sucker. Come on.” Ilya took their hands and led them down the stairs and Van bounced the toddler on his hip as he followed them down to the nursery Van had built next to their cabin. After a story and a little creative spell work on wound up children. All three were down for a nap and their parents spent a little quality time together over a hand of cards and coffee.
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“Uncle Yuri?” nine-year-old Danica Ilyava spoke gently, finding a nearly fifteen-year-old Uncle alone on the beach in tears. “Are you okay?”
“Aye. Fine.”
“No you’re not. I can feel things like DaaDaa and you. You’re sad.”
“Aye, but I’ll be okay. I’m just being silly. I’ll come back to the party in a little while.” Yuri reassured his niece, she was reticent to leave, but left anyway to celebrate the completion of Sascha’s ship “The Golden Sun.” The end of the week would see him casting her off. The Sixteen-year old however, unlike his brothers and cousins, didn’t seem anxious about it at all and had gone missing from the celebration.
“Yuri?” Sascha called out, his mellow baritone was concerned. He had grown very tall and broad of shoulder like his father and grandfather, and his voice had practically changed overnight. He was as mellow as his voice, and Alexandre often remarked he was sixteen going on forty-seven. He was exceedingly mature for his tender years, he’d be a remarkable Captain.
“I’m here.” Yuri answered, wiping his eyes. His soft, understated tenor fell from the shadows as he stepped out and into Sascha’s arms.
“I hate when you cry Yuri. Please, tell me what’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”
“We still have a week and I don’t want to think about it.” Sascha said holding Yuri tightly. Somewhere along the line over the past few years, their relationship had changed. They were much more than friends and they both knew it and were trying to deny it and failing.
Sascha being older, of age and leaving, had thrown their world into chaos and now things were needing to be said that were so hard to say. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Sascha I feel like I’m DYING inside.”
“Aye. Me too. The thought of leaving you behind is killing me.”
“Sascha, I love you, I’ve always loved you. I can’t let you go, I can’t….” Yuri broke into sobs and Sascha held him close.
“Oh gods Yuri. I love you too. I feel so damn angry that I have to leave you behind I want to scream. This hurts worse than the time I thought you were dying after healing your brother. This is that nightmare all over again for me.”
“Sascha…” Yuri turned his shimmering green eyes upward, he was much shorter than Sascha now, he was almost delicate in comparison to Sascha who had sprung up in height over the past two years. Sascha fell into those eyes, the golden sun he held in his arms and the person he’d named his ship after without telling him.
“Yuri. You are my Golden Sun.” Sascha breathed leaning down to finally taste those lips he’d been yearning to kiss for years. Yuri’s arms clung in desperation to Sascha’s neck clinging to the youth he loved more than life itself.
Knees gave way, mouths opened, strangled cries of love long denied burst free as hands battled with clothes. Sascha’s lips in his hair, his neck, his ears, made Yuri quiver with need. “Sascha, Sascha.” His voice echoed his need. Sascha moaned as he buried his lips in the curve of a graceful neck as his hands divested Yuri of his breeches and his hand found purchase on Yuri’s equally straining desire.
“Sure?” Sascha moaned and Yuri nodded almost frantically.
“For years.” He whispered and Sascha sat up on his knees to push his breeches down, freeing his hard and weeping erection.
“Turn over beloved. I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts.” Sascha said breaking of a piece of a nearby aloe plant and coating himself with it as Yuri got on his knees, ready and shaking with fear and need.
Sascha took the excess aloe and gently tried to prepare Yuri with shaking hands, at Yuri’s hiss of breath as a finger invaded virgin territory, Sascha pulled back as if burned.
“No Sascha, don’t stop, Please don’t stop!” Yuri begged and Sascha replaced his finger, Yuri moaned deep in the back of his throat.
“Good?”
“Aye.”
“Tell me when you think you’re ready.” Sascha trailed kisses down Yuri’s back as his fingers worked diligently, loosening, stretching, loving and longing.
“Now.”
Sascha scrambled to his knees and pushed. Yuri cried out, but not in pain. “SASCHA!”
“Yuri! Yuri! Yuri!” Was grunted with every thrust of hips. “Turn over, I want to see your face.” Sascha said slipping out as Yuri rolled to his back and Sascha hooked beautiful slender legs over his shoulders and pushed again and again, until he was covered and dripping with sweat, Yuri long since having come and was whimpering with joy as Sascha filled him completely.
Sascha saw spots in his eyes as he finally came in hard thrusts, deep inside Yuri who was weeping and clinging to Sascha like he was afraid to let go.
“Bond with me Yuri. I can’t leave you, not now, not ever, I love you with my very soul. They will have to let you come with me if we’re married.”
“Aye! Oh Aye! Aye! Sascha! I love you!”
“Well it took you two LONG ENOUGH!” A very pregnant again with son number four, Ilya chuckled as he and Van walked up the beach, catching a very naked couple in a very compromising position.
“Sascha, its usually good manners to propose to the one you love BEFORE you actually screw them into the sand.” Van added and both boys blushed hotly.
“Oh dear, well enjoy the evening loves, we won’t wait up.” Ilya waved over the top of his head as he and Van walked past chuckling.
Sascha and Yuri burst into a fit of embarrassed giggles and laughter.
“You want to again?” Sascha asked and Yuri smiled.
“Oh, Aye. But let’s get off the path shall we?”
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END PART ONE
tbc... in FOLLOWING TIDES BOOK II -- "Sascha and Yuri"
T H E F O L L O W I N G T I D E S S E R I E S
PART I - VAN & ILYA
Author: D. Sanders a.k.a "The Fablespinner"
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CHAPTER TEN -- "EPILOGUE"
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“Daa! Hurry!”
“I’m hurrying I’m hurrying.” Van chuckled as Danica and Danil, each four-year-old had a hand clamped onto his index fingers and were pulling him across the greenhouse deck to the railing facing the prow of the ship. “I don’t know what the rush is, it’s not like we’re there yet.”
“Is that it though?” Danica asked pointing at the horizon.
“No love. That’s just the sea. Just like it was the last four times you two dragged me over her to point at waves. You won’t be able to see it at least until mid-afternoon. We just had breakfast.”
“Ah Daa you’re such a spoil sport.” Ilya’s rich tenor and very male again form chuckled as he dandled their two-year-old son, Evgeni, on his narrow hips. The toddler was getting sticky fig fingers all over Ilya’s shirt. Ilya just rolled his eyes. “Little stinker, when did you snatch a fig?” Ilya chuckled going over to a pail of water and trying in vain to wash little fingers and his shirt. Van sniggered, the toddler was more of a handful than Danil and Danica had been put together. Ah, the glorious terrible twos.
Ilya rejoined them at the prow. “DaaDaa, were we really born on this Island?”
“Aye you were. We kept you in trunks.” Ilya grinned and Danica’s eyes went wide.
“No!”
“Aye. You came early and your Daa and I forgot to bring a bassinet. So your Gran put you in trunks.” Ilya teased, it was technically the truth, everything else about their birth and how they had miraculously saved their DaaDaa’s life, they wouldn’t know until they were much, much older. It was too much for little minds to understand. They were happy enough being typical children tormenting their loving parents.
“Daa! Is that it?” Danil pointed once again to a wave.
“No son. I told you, not until much later today.” Van rolled his eyes.
“You realize we are going to be saying this all morning if we don’t change the subject. We should have let it be a surprise.” Ilya said as Evgeni stuck sticky fingers in his hair. “Ouch. Take the baby Van. Ouch, let go love.” Van held the baby as Ilya freed his hair.
“We are waiting for the next one Van!”
“Aye, that’s what you said after the twins remember?”
“I mean it this time.”
“Sure you do love.” Van leaned over and kissed his husband. “How about we go have a story time?” Val turned to the twins who cheered.
“Then nap time.”
“DaaDaa!” They whined.
“You know that only works on your Daa. He’s the sucker. Come on.” Ilya took their hands and led them down the stairs and Van bounced the toddler on his hip as he followed them down to the nursery Van had built next to their cabin. After a story and a little creative spell work on wound up children. All three were down for a nap and their parents spent a little quality time together over a hand of cards and coffee.
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“Uncle Yuri?” nine-year-old Danica Ilyava spoke gently, finding a nearly fifteen-year-old Uncle alone on the beach in tears. “Are you okay?”
“Aye. Fine.”
“No you’re not. I can feel things like DaaDaa and you. You’re sad.”
“Aye, but I’ll be okay. I’m just being silly. I’ll come back to the party in a little while.” Yuri reassured his niece, she was reticent to leave, but left anyway to celebrate the completion of Sascha’s ship “The Golden Sun.” The end of the week would see him casting her off. The Sixteen-year old however, unlike his brothers and cousins, didn’t seem anxious about it at all and had gone missing from the celebration.
“Yuri?” Sascha called out, his mellow baritone was concerned. He had grown very tall and broad of shoulder like his father and grandfather, and his voice had practically changed overnight. He was as mellow as his voice, and Alexandre often remarked he was sixteen going on forty-seven. He was exceedingly mature for his tender years, he’d be a remarkable Captain.
“I’m here.” Yuri answered, wiping his eyes. His soft, understated tenor fell from the shadows as he stepped out and into Sascha’s arms.
“I hate when you cry Yuri. Please, tell me what’s wrong?”
“You know what’s wrong. I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”
“We still have a week and I don’t want to think about it.” Sascha said holding Yuri tightly. Somewhere along the line over the past few years, their relationship had changed. They were much more than friends and they both knew it and were trying to deny it and failing.
Sascha being older, of age and leaving, had thrown their world into chaos and now things were needing to be said that were so hard to say. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Sascha I feel like I’m DYING inside.”
“Aye. Me too. The thought of leaving you behind is killing me.”
“Sascha, I love you, I’ve always loved you. I can’t let you go, I can’t….” Yuri broke into sobs and Sascha held him close.
“Oh gods Yuri. I love you too. I feel so damn angry that I have to leave you behind I want to scream. This hurts worse than the time I thought you were dying after healing your brother. This is that nightmare all over again for me.”
“Sascha…” Yuri turned his shimmering green eyes upward, he was much shorter than Sascha now, he was almost delicate in comparison to Sascha who had sprung up in height over the past two years. Sascha fell into those eyes, the golden sun he held in his arms and the person he’d named his ship after without telling him.
“Yuri. You are my Golden Sun.” Sascha breathed leaning down to finally taste those lips he’d been yearning to kiss for years. Yuri’s arms clung in desperation to Sascha’s neck clinging to the youth he loved more than life itself.
Knees gave way, mouths opened, strangled cries of love long denied burst free as hands battled with clothes. Sascha’s lips in his hair, his neck, his ears, made Yuri quiver with need. “Sascha, Sascha.” His voice echoed his need. Sascha moaned as he buried his lips in the curve of a graceful neck as his hands divested Yuri of his breeches and his hand found purchase on Yuri’s equally straining desire.
“Sure?” Sascha moaned and Yuri nodded almost frantically.
“For years.” He whispered and Sascha sat up on his knees to push his breeches down, freeing his hard and weeping erection.
“Turn over beloved. I’ll go slow. Tell me if it hurts.” Sascha said breaking of a piece of a nearby aloe plant and coating himself with it as Yuri got on his knees, ready and shaking with fear and need.
Sascha took the excess aloe and gently tried to prepare Yuri with shaking hands, at Yuri’s hiss of breath as a finger invaded virgin territory, Sascha pulled back as if burned.
“No Sascha, don’t stop, Please don’t stop!” Yuri begged and Sascha replaced his finger, Yuri moaned deep in the back of his throat.
“Good?”
“Aye.”
“Tell me when you think you’re ready.” Sascha trailed kisses down Yuri’s back as his fingers worked diligently, loosening, stretching, loving and longing.
“Now.”
Sascha scrambled to his knees and pushed. Yuri cried out, but not in pain. “SASCHA!”
“Yuri! Yuri! Yuri!” Was grunted with every thrust of hips. “Turn over, I want to see your face.” Sascha said slipping out as Yuri rolled to his back and Sascha hooked beautiful slender legs over his shoulders and pushed again and again, until he was covered and dripping with sweat, Yuri long since having come and was whimpering with joy as Sascha filled him completely.
Sascha saw spots in his eyes as he finally came in hard thrusts, deep inside Yuri who was weeping and clinging to Sascha like he was afraid to let go.
“Bond with me Yuri. I can’t leave you, not now, not ever, I love you with my very soul. They will have to let you come with me if we’re married.”
“Aye! Oh Aye! Aye! Sascha! I love you!”
“Well it took you two LONG ENOUGH!” A very pregnant again with son number four, Ilya chuckled as he and Van walked up the beach, catching a very naked couple in a very compromising position.
“Sascha, its usually good manners to propose to the one you love BEFORE you actually screw them into the sand.” Van added and both boys blushed hotly.
“Oh dear, well enjoy the evening loves, we won’t wait up.” Ilya waved over the top of his head as he and Van walked past chuckling.
Sascha and Yuri burst into a fit of embarrassed giggles and laughter.
“You want to again?” Sascha asked and Yuri smiled.
“Oh, Aye. But let’s get off the path shall we?”
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END PART ONE
tbc... in FOLLOWING TIDES BOOK II -- "Sascha and Yuri"
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