Chapter 3

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As Derek rushed towards the mansion, he felt light on his feet and was excited. Though he did not want to acknowledge these feelings, his inner self would still remind him of what Calisto had said, 'Congratulations! You finally want to do him.'

He discarded these thoughts, annoyed, and entered the warm bath his servants had prepared for him. Though the weather was still cold outside, he did not hesitate form taking a bath at this hour. The reason was that he rarely fell ill. Even if he'd go as far as to pour ice cold pond water on his head now, he doubted he would catch a cold.

A knock sounded from his bedroom door and the butler's voice came in the next moment, "Sir, the knights are finished with the preparations and are waiting for you in training grounds. Also, I've instructed them to open ten barrels of the hundred-year-old wine. They can open more if required."

"Okay." Derek replied, "Tell the knights I'll join them soon and take care of the wine opened from my personal budget."

"There's no need to worry sir. The Duke has already taken care of it. You should focus on celebrating the festival." The butler said.

"Just do as I say, Charlie." Derek's tone sounded stern but the butler was not there anymore to listen. He had already excused himself to attend to his other duties.

"Tch." Derek clicked his tongue. He disliked taking favors from Leonard and so, decided to pay him back after he returned from the grounds.

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Torches were lit to furnish the training ground with light, and a bonfire was prepared in the center of the area to ward off the cold. Knights circled it and sang folk songs. When Derek reached the grounds, knights cheered for him once again and offered him a glass of beer to commence the celebrations.

Bottoms up!

The duke could not join them this year because of prior engagements, but thankfully the Second Master had agreed to their request.

Everything progressed smoothly except for that the moon was still hidden behind the clouds. The knights decided to start fireworks once it comes out.

No matter what he was doing, Derek's eyes always found Hansel. Though the latter had only had two glasses of wine, his behavior had subtly changed and it looked like Hansel was already drunk.

Derek eyed him with curiosity. Although there was no major change in Hansel, neither did he exhibit a typical drunken behavior, he had become dazed and his cheeks were slighty flushed.

Splash!

A glass full of wine suddenly fell on Hansel, soaking his white shirt. Derek's eyes narrowed at the one who had caused this accident. The black-haired knight was drunk and Derek disliked the way former eyed Hansel.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry." The knight cried, feigning the sorry look on his face. He rubbed his hands on Hansel, desperately trying to wipe the wine which soaked through his shirt. Hansel flinched at the sudden contact but the knight didn't mind himself. His hands lingered on his chest and rubbed Hansel in pretext of wiping the liquid. Derek's eyes narrowed.

"Let me help you wash it otherwise it might leave a stain." The knight offered and grabbed Hansel by his arm.

"Oh, okay." Hansel agreed, as if in a daze. A hundred years old wine was affecting his senses. Derek who was watching the whole scene unfold, was quick on his feet. Before Hansel could take a step out of the grounds, he interrupted them.

"Not okay. You, come with me." He held Hansel by the hand and dragged him away. Derek glared at the knight, warning him with his eyes to stay away. Hansel followed Derek without protest, while the knight stood glued to the spot as if lightening had struck him.

Derek had abducted Hansel from the grounds and brought him to his chambers. He slammed the door shut and pinned Hansel to a wall.

"What were you doing back there?" He demanded. Although Derek had a high alcohol tolerance, it would be a lie to say that he was completely unaffected by it.

"What did I do?" Hansel asked back, confused with the sudden flow of events.

Derek gritted his teeth in response. "How could you be so careless? Letting a man touch your body like that?" He seethed glaring at him with his blue eyes. Hansel peered back. "Don't you ever get angry?" Derek asked, remembering all the time he had bullied him in hope to get a reaction out of him but Hansel had never complained.

"I'm not really interested in anyone. Neither him…nor you." Hansel replied, averting his eyes. He had the same old look of indifference plastered over his face. Derek hated it.

He grabbed Hansel's waist in one hand and captured his face into another and kissed him. He sucked on his lips and his tongue invaded Hansel's mouth, rubbing his palate. A moan escaped his mouth.

Hansel, now fully aware of what was happening to him, tried to push Derek away. His strength was feeble in comparison to Derek's so he had lost all chances to protest when he failed to escape his clutches at first.

Derek, irked by Hansel trying to push him away, captured his hands with the one he held his cheek with and pinned them above his head. His grip tightened around Hansel's waist and he pulled him even closer. Hansel felt all the energy drain from his body and his protests became feeble. Only then did Derek free his hands that were bound by him.

Hansel quivered in his arms. He clutched Derek's shoulders almost instinctively when the strength left his knees.

Boom!! Boom!! Bang!!

The knights had started lighting the fireworks outside. The fire crackers sounding in background only muffled the moans escaping Hansel's lips with their noise.

Derek sucked hard at his lips. They were bound to be swollen tomorrow. His lips were soft and the sweet aftertaste of the wine Hansel had drunk was making him intoxicated. He felt it was worth to spend his money on all that expensive wine.

Derek's hands had found their way inside Hansel's shirt. The wine which soaked through it earlier made his skin sticky. Hansel was really skinny, Derek thought. Was it even possible to have a body like him? It was as if Hansel was surviving solely on air. But it still felt pleasant to touch.

His hands traveled up his body, slowly, as if trying to memorize how his body felt like. His fingers rubbed the two buds of Hansel, circling them with his thumb, pinching them hard and then caressing them to soothe the pain.

"Ahnn-" Hansel moaned. His voice sounded like honey in Derek's ears. Initially Derek was trying to bully Hansel a little and then dismiss him but the way things were proceeding, he didn't want to let go of Hansel even for a second.

He eyed the apprentice knight's face with curiosity. The usually indifferent face was flushed with desire. He was clutching Derek's shoulder with force and he could not stop himself from moaning in his ears. He was embarrassed at his own voice and hid his face in Derek's nape to escape from his blue eyes which mentally undressed him. His hot breath fell on Derek's neck and made electricity travel up his spine.

Derek, watching Hansel cling to him was incredibly turned-on. His hand dangerously traveled down his stomach and unbuttoned his pants. The pair of pants fell down lifelessly to the ground. Hansel shuddered uncontrollably when Derek touched his member. He was hard, Derek smirked. His unrelenting hands teased Hansel's lower half while the other one was still occupied with his nubs. Although this was the first time Derek was touching another man's body, he was feeling even more turned-on than a woman could ever make him. Hansel could no longer handle the pleasure and collapsed under his own weight. He had climaxed. His body shuddered and his eyes were so teary that Derek could see his face in them.

Derek now realized that this was what he wanted. All the frustration melted away as he picked up Hansel in his arms and carried him to bed. His eyes were closing from the effect of wine and from the exhaustion of the enormous amount of pleasure he had experienced for the first time in his life.

Derek wiped Hansel's body with a wet towel. He undressed his spoiled clothes and covered him with the quilt. He had to take care of his issues on his own in the end. He was so irked that he wanted to punish Hansel for collapsing halfway. Nevertheless, he took for refuge in the arms of his knight, contemplating on how to make his stoic and socially-awkward apprentice knight surrender to him. The warmth from their attached bodies defeated all the cold that the night had left to offer.