A Kingdom Within.

Fan - Fic.
NC-17.
Balian/Darien.
A Kingdom Within.

This is a Kingdom of Heaven story that is set after the battle for Jerusalem has been lost by the Knight of Ibelin, Balian.

He has since come home to his small town and continued his work as a blacksmith for the people there, though he does not expect what awaits him here....



Here he was, back at the small village he grew up in. The place seemed near deserted, if not for the minute amount of goats and other livestock that fluttered around the place.

He stood there, hammer in hand, next to the furnace his piece of iron held in tongs ready to be beaten at will.

He looked all scruffy, his hair dark, unkempt, yet longer than before.
The sweat of the heat on him from the ash and flames, was evident on him, as he banged away at the softened metal, making it bend a little, then plunging it into cold water for a moment taking it back out and beating it again.

The sweat dripped from his forehead, streaming down his face.

Then Balian heard footsteps, small ones coming to the entrance of his smithy.
He took his Knight's sword from the elaborate scabbard, holding it aloft with one hand waiting while he was at the door, for who would come through...Friend or foe, he was not sure.

The anticipation getting to him, he felt more sweat drip now from his nose, then his chin, poised there, waiting.

Hearing the last steps come to him he turned to the intruder, his sword held threateningly.

"Lord Balian!....please, i am unarmed!"

He shouted pleadingly and filled with deep emotion.

"You followed me all the way from Jerusalem just to see me..."

"Yes, sire..i am one of the boys you knighted."

Balian lowered his sword, the boy's eyes drifting to the excellent craftsmanship of the blade and the hilt.

"Here, have a look at it, feel its weight, one day you might wield something as beautiful."

Darien accepted it, their fingers touching as they did so, the boy gazing into the dark chocolate eyes of his lord and master.

"It is truly beautiful, i have seen none like it, but then, my lord i have not been on this earth long enough to see more beauty like this."

"It may be a thing of beauty, but it will take many lives, and the blood i have scraped from it...you would not need to know."

Balian turned away going back to his work, when a hand fell on his shoulder.

"I know how you felt in the thick of battle, the misery, the death, the smell of it....i know you miss your wife, i just want you to know you need not be alone, my lord."

Balian's anger flared up, he grabbed the boy by the throat, pushing him to the table at the side of the wall.

"And what do you know of being alone, when men have died, men you have loved, and women, those who were slaughtered, the ones you cared about..."

He held him there, his hands trembling, tears in his dark angered eyes.

Then all at once he took Darien's lips for his own, savagely kissing, tasting, wanting him for whatever he desired.

Darien pulled away, yet only for a moment.

"Take me, my lord. If i have displeased you, then have me in your bed so that i may make it up to you for hurting your feelings."

Balian pushed him aside, getting himself a drink, the sweat beads forming on his forehead from much toil.

He handed the boy a skin of wine his eyes sparkling as he looked upon him.

"Come...do you need to be drunk when men have taken their pleasure from you...?"

Darien lowered his head in shame.

"It would be my first time, my lord...and you are the only man i have ever offered myself to."

"Then i have offended you, you may leave..go!"

"But i have given myself to you, Balian....one night with the man i admire is all i ask of you...i look up to you in the battles we have faught..please..."

Balian grabbed the boy's other hand, pondering on his age. No more than eighteen, a boy to him, yet a hndsome one at that.
He took him to a small room beside the smithy, and kept on dragging him until they got to a makeshift bed, which he tossed him onto, as he landed on a set of furs and covers.

"There lay with me...and i am just Balian, and i am not your lord...i am a blacksmith now."

Darien gave him a cheeky smile.

"So i take it you are used to banging into things with long weighty tools then?"

He took the boy's kinkiness to be a signal, so in the heat of the moment he grabbed his wrists again and moved on top of him, their groins grinding into each other as their hips pressed together again.

"Your taste is sweeter than anticipated, boy."

He could feel himself growing much harder in the space of the seconds that passed in the musky smelling room, the aroma of incense filling the air.

"I have always admired you with wide eyes, Balian."

He confessed, his hands fumbling under his dominance. He moved to the side a little, pulling the boy's pants from his legs down to the ankles then off completely.

Then he removed his own.

Now they both grinded their hips together cocks beating against dripping wet flesh. Their hardnesses drooling with juice.

"Oh...."

He paused at his entrance then stopped, and moved back,his knees on the bed inbetween the boy's legs.

"It would be your first time...let me make you more accommodating of my size."

He closed his eyes waiting for his love, Balian of Ibelin to take him. His first love....his only love.

He nuzzled between the boy's legs, his hands caressing them as he went beneath.

His tongue licked at his tender anus, it puckered as he touched it with his long protrusion, slicked by his own spittle, he delved around the opening with only his tongue, tasting Darien's scent, the smell of him already filling his nostrils.

He teased at the hole, licking furiously now, and hearing him moan he pushed one finger which he had licked before and slowly thrust it inside.

Realising he had welcomed it, after a time briefly so he pushed another beside it, so it acted much like a phallus would. He moved back and forth with much force, thinking that the boy was talking it well inside.

"You are most skilled, Balian. I would never have thought you skilled in the arts of the bedroom as well as those of battle."

Balian plunged further, his fingers moving around deeply, wanting the boy to feel the pleasure he would give to him so freely.

"Skilled, you think..then stay a while, boy and even you will learn a few things."

He sneaked a third finger taking them all inside his body making certain he would feel the pleasure involved.

Balian, content at knowing the boy was open enough for him, he stood up, removing his jerkin, standing before the boy a wondrous sight, Balian of Ibelin...fully unclothed, his eyes going immediately to his proud, well muscled chest, the nipples hard from his amorous arousal.

He lifted Darien's buttocks, sitting on his knees, he plced his member at the entrance, waiting.

"Relax your muscles, boy.....then i can enter you easily....i do not wish to hurt you as...."

The boy smiled, his heart beating fast.

"As it is my first time i know, please enter...i need you to mate with me.."

Balian waited again, pushing the three fingers inside to make sure he was fully aroused, then thrust inside with his stiffened member, glistening with sweat and juicing.

"Oh Balian, you're so large.."

Darien moaned, feeling more aroused as he moved more of his shaft inside his young body, keeping up the pace.

His legs shaking as he kept on with his steady rythm, his member throbbing still slick and becoming harder as he made love to him.

He leaned over the boy's body, their lips fused in and almost animalistic kiss, passion complete in their union.
He gasped as he inched further, then allowed Balian to force himself all the way in, then kept moving until the speed grew faster and he felt he would explode.

"Let me suckle you, my love..then you can enter me again, if you wish to give me your seed."

Balian came out, his member gleaming with the boy's juice, he thrusted it down the boy's throat keen to let him taste it.

"You have a welcoming mouth, it is a shame i had not met you before all the wars started. You would have been a fine addition to my friends."

Now it was Balian's turn to gasp as the boy took the shaft from his mouth and with a lascivious tongue he licked around the base of the member, then all the way up to the tip, watching it pulse as the vein stood up when he stroked it again.

"Your skill was untapped i see..i am glad you saved it all just for me."

Balian pulled his cock away from Darien, pushing him in the feather down pillow then entering him again.

And as he moved faster this time, picking up the pace at a fever pitch their bodies sweating and heaving like brothel whores.

"Ohhh, you little jewel of the orient."

He panted as he thrusted for the last time.

"You will be the death of me, that is for sure."

He leant in to kiss the boy again, their lips entangled in love and sexuality, heaving against each other until he could no longer keep his control and shot his seed inside.

Darien howled with joy as Balian masturbated him to his own climax, feeling his sperm fill his hole in a fountain of spurts.

"My dear Balian, you are so skilled i am glad i met you in battle."

Balian laid next to the boy, resting his head over his small chest.

"I am glad you survived it."

After a while they laid together, intent to rest in the comfort of each others arms.

"I am glad we are together or i maybe would have been very alone with the other men there. Perhaps i would have been a slave, or worse...taken by force by one of them."

Balian took his hand for his own, kissing it in love.

"I would never let that happen to one who has loved me. Now go to sleep, think nothing more of this."

Balian huddled close to him wrapping his arms around him, full of love and affection.



Though this is the end of this tale....it is not the end of the life story of Balian of Ibelin....