chapter 32

Gilgamesh clung a hand to his side as he walked into his bedroom. He was bleeding, though not profusely, from a small wound inflicted while sparring. Of course only his equal could have wounded him so easily, even if it was accidental. He had taken lately to testing his might in lighthearted bouts with his only true friend and equal, Enkidu. Of course, he had let his gaurd down a bit and took a blow to the side that in all likelyhood he had been expected to avoid entirely. Of course Enkidu had profusely apologized and offered to take care of it, leading to him standing behind Gilgamesh in the doorway, eager to help.

"I'll get some ointment and bandages right away, you should lie down in the meantime."

Gilgamesh set himself on his bed, somewhat embarrassed at needing the treatment even if it wasn't anything major. His wait was short as Enkidu arrived shortly with the previously mentioned ointment and bandages, along with a small bowl of water. He set down the bandages and bowl down for a while as he wetted his hands with the water and put some of the ointment onto his fingers. Gilgamesh shivered slightly as the cold hands of his companion grazed over the wound and applied the ointment. Enkidu let a gentle smile spread across his lips and commented.

"Can't handle a bit of cold O' mighty king?"

The King of Heroes huffed a bit and let Enkidu apply bandages to his wounds as he kneeled down in front of the King. As his friend did so, Gilgamesh couldn't help but stare at his companion as he was treated. Enkidu had his pants torn apart in the battle, so his slender legs were exposed for all to see, with only his fairly long shirt to maintain decency. Gilgamesh often found himself transfixed by his friends' seemingly perfect features. Perhaps it shouldn't come as a surprise given that it was after all fashioned by the gods. His blend of feminine and masculine features was transfixing, as was his long flowing hair. His eyes were piercing and tender as he stared into them. Only after a while did he realize he was staring into his friends' eyes, his wound already bandaged. Enkidu, who had been gazing into his eyes as well, spoke after letting out a held breath.

"Quite a look in your eyes there." Enkidu let out, just above a whisper as he brushed a hand against the King's.

Gilgamesh didn't fully understand why he felt so bashful at that moment. He had deflowered countless women in his bed as king, yet with a simple look and whisper he had been struck speechless and filled with more desire than he had ever felt before. The King drifted his finger gently along his companion's face before just barely grazing a finger across his lips. Enkidu silently understood and took the finger into his mouth. He gently suckled on the finger before stopping and bringing himself upon the bed alongside Gilgamesh.

The two of them brought their mouths together gently at first. Slowly they delved into each others mouths with slowly increasing vigour. Their tongues teased at each other. Gilgamesh stroked his newfound lover's hair, moving through the soft emerald locks. Enkidu dragged his fingers across Gilgamesh's body, careful to avoid the injury, and brought his hand to his crotch, slowly stroking it. Gilgamesh did the same to Enkidu.

With a parting of their lips, Enkidu positioned himself facing Gilgamesh on his lap. The two began jerking each other's throbbing members, slowly at first, but gaining speed. The two kissed as they did so, occasionally nibbling at the other's ears. Before Either could finish Gilgamesh flipped Enkidu over onto his back. Once he had done so he set himself atop his lover and suckled at his tender neck before moving slowly down to his collarbone. He removed the plain shirt from his lover and made his way further down. When he got to his nipples he took one into his mouth and twisted the other, eliciting the most enticing moans from the emerald haired man. He dragted his tongue down the stomach of his lover until he finally reached his cock and stared at it for a moment.

The King of Heroes had never made love to any man, only women. Yet he found himself feeling more intense emotions for this man than any other before. With no more hesitation he gives his lover's member a tentative lick. While the taste is strange to him, it is not unpleasant. He takes the member further into his mouth as he bobs his head up and down. He hears a sensual moaning and feels Enkidu grip his hair gently pushing him further onto his member. Gilgamesh begins to find that he quite likes the taste. He feels his lover shudder and cry out his name as his mouth is hit with a new taste and a strange, yet pleasant warmth. As he squeezes the last drops out, he swallows it all, savoring the taste and feel as it cascades down his throat. Having sucked him dry he pulls away, cock throbbing with desire.

As Enkidu still lay there, panting for breath, Gilgamesh reaches for the ointment, of which there is still plenty. He applies a generous dose to his fingers and returns to Enkidu. He slowly inserts his index finger into his rear, holding it still for a moment. Enkidu shivers at the cool, slick feeling inside of him as he feels himself slowly widen to except it. Gilgamesh then adds his middle finger, staying still for a while, then slowly stretching his fingers apart. Enkidu can't help but mewl at the sensation as he feels himself harden. Gilgamesh starts to stroke his lover's cock as he stretches out his ass. After enough preparation he pulls his fingers out and puts some of the ointment turned lubricant onto his still erect member. Then he lines himself up at his lover's entrance.

After lining up Gilgamesh slowly pushes forward, only his tip entering at first, but then his whole member is engulfed in an incredible heat. Gilgamesh can't help but let out a gasp at the sensation of it. No woman he had ever layed with was so tight and warm as his newfound passionate lover. Enkidu too, felt filled both literally and emotionally. Neither of them could possibly last very long like this. Gilgamesh began to slowly thrust as one hand reached for Enkidu's cock, pumping it in his grasp. Gilgamesh slowly sped up his pace as Enkidu begin pushing his hips forward, meeting his thrusts. Eventually Enkidu cried out once again and came in his lovers hand, covering it in his seed. As he did so he tightened even further, giving Gilgamesh the final push over the limit. Both men screamed as Gilgamesh poured his hot seed into his lover.

Gilgamesh then crawled over to lay beside his newfound lover and lay beside him, before taking his hand and licking it clean of Enkidu's mess. With it's still in his mouth he leans over and kisses his partner, sharing the liquid between them. Finally, exhuasted and satisfied, the two doze off in each other's arms.