Nando and Will Ch. 03

"Marianna, no," Nando said. "We had our time once and you chose to leave and marry another. We were not right for each other then and I am betrothed now." As he spoke Nando determined that he would fight for Will. Whatever it would take, if he had to beg, he would do it. Nothing was more important than the love he had for the younger man. He bitterly regretted his words and actions, realising he had not given Will a fair chance to explain. In his heart he knew there had to be a reason, neither Will nor the man he had known since childhood would betray him so callously. Berating himself once again for his over zealous temper he stood to move to their horses.

"Nando," Marianna said moving to intercept him. "Are you so sure you feel nothing for me?" she persisted. "You and I may not have been right before I married my poor Miguel, God rest his soul, but now..."

"Now I have Will," Nando said firmly. "I have not been as considerate of my Intended as I should have been. I have to return and make things right between us. You are a good friend, Marianna. I thank you for caring for me and I care deeply for you in return, but it is Will that I love."

Marianna shook with barely restrained fury. 'Care' she thought angrily. It had looked as though fate was smiling on her. Now her hopes were unravelling. Her face, unseen by Nando, was contorted with hate and rage. The beautiful features were now hard and ugly. Then, a cold, malicious smile formed. There were other methods at her disposal to turn Nando's desire towards her. 'And I am unafraid to use them' she thought as she trailed after Nando back to des Caballos.

The hacienda was eerily silent as Nando and Marianna arrived back. Already the sun was dipping in the sky, turning the desert sand from gold to red in the shimmering haze. Nando moved to the large living room to find his father sitting alone. The older man's gaze pinned Nando to the spot where he stood. He had seen such anger in his father's eyes only on very few occasions.

Not breaking eye contact with Nando, Don Carlos addressed Marianna.

"If you go to the kitchen, Marianna, they will prepare a tray of food for you to be brought to your room. My son and I are overdue a talk."

"Si, Don Carlos," Marianna said meekly. Scowling she turned to obey.

"Sit, Fernando," Don Carlos indicated a chair opposite him.

"Where is Will?" Nando asked. The use of his full name had sent shivers down his spine and he was starting to worry.

"Do you care?" Don Carlos asked and pressed forward before Nando could reply. "You all but told the boy he was Roberto's."

"I am sorry, Papa," Nando said his voice anguished. "I was stupid and angry and I lashed out. I love Will. He completes me. I want to beg his forgiveness and let him explain..."

"He saw you kissing Marianna," Don Carlos said coldly. "The man who was supposed to be faithful to him had preferred the company of another all evening. It broke his heart. Roberto found him crying and between us we reassured him of your devotion and left him to sleep. He could never be Roberto's. Firstly because it is you he loves, with all his heart and soul, although presently he does not think his love returned and secondly because Roberto is already a married man. To me, since two years following the death of your mother. He would not let me speak of our marriage. He worried my children would think I had married too soon. Then that you would have difficulty accepting I had chosen a man and finally he feared that your own marriages could be jeopardised if it were known I had taken my manservant as my Spouse. And because I could not refuse him, given his worry for my children, our marriage has remained the most tightly kept secret in this hacienda. That is why Will could sleep in Roberto's bed, because Roberto sleeps in mine. I asked the boy to say nothing as I wanted to tell you myself of Roberto and me. He honoured that promise to me even when you challenged him."

"What have I done?" Nando asked his voice breaking. "Where is he?"

"In your room. Roberto is with him. We found him unconscious. He had barely eaten since arriving and the emotional strain of your leaving him was too much" Don Carlos' gaze softened. "As you love him, go to him, Nando. Tell him, make it right again between you."

The younger Rojan needed no further encouragement. He flew upstairs and hesitantly tapped on his own bedroom door before entering. Will lay in their bed, his face pale and drawn, with a soul-deep sadness etched on the beloved visage. Reading at his bedside sat Roberto, whose dark eyes glittered with undisguised anger at him. Nando realised that in all the years he had known the older man, he had never seen such anger directed against him or any of the family. He felt deeply ashamed that he had been the one to bring such looks to both of the men that he loved in such different ways.

"The words seem insufficient," he said huskily. "But I offer you my most profound apologies, Roberto." Moving swiftly to the unoccupied side of their bed, Nando dropped to his knees and buried his face against Will's body. "I'm sorry, so sorry, so sorry," he said brokenly. "I love you with all my heart. Don't leave me. Please forgive me, Will. I love you, I love you." Unable to speak further, Nando wept silently as his hands gripped tightly at Will's slender body.

Roberto stood silently and left unnoticed by either younger man. As he moved to the door he could see Will, whose own tears were now falling, pulling at Nando's body until they lay together on the bed. As the door closed, he saw each man wrap around their mate and Will's soft voice reassuring Nando of his devotion.

Nando did not know how much time had elapsed since he and Will had cried themselves to sleep, each reaffirming their love for the other. He had vowed not to allow his temper to make him blind and deaf to Will's needs, who in turn had promised not to bottle up his worries. Both men coming to understand that to make their relationship stand the test of time, there needed to be love, trust and communication. He felt the motion that told him Will was also awakening. He moved the smaller man to be able to gaze into the beloved face.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing Will's soft lips. It felt so good, so right to have this beautiful young man in his arms, in his life.

"Love you, Nando," Will whispered back.

Nando groaned mutedly as a slender hand stroked at the hair on his chest before caressing a thick, dark nub. This time his kiss was less chaste and more passionate. He moved over the slighter form, keeping enough distance for Will's hand to continue its erotic ministrations. The next kiss was deep, wet and demanding. Will's mouth opened to Nando's tongue. The slick muscle invaded the warm, wet cavern with proprietary ease, tasting every nuance of the man in Nando's arms. It slid over teeth, traced the ridges of the roof of Will's mouth and began a slow, sinuous dance with Will's eager organ.

Panting the two men broke apart for air. Will's mouth latched onto Nando's throat and sucked. Nando growled approvingly. It was rare that Will marked his mate. However, Nando wanted to be marked as much as he wanted in his turn to mark the soft, pale body beneath him. He wanted everyone to know they belonged to each other. He rolled to his back as Will continued his oral assault and began to suck at one thick teat then the other, a hand sliding between Nando's powerful thighs to caress the thick flesh standing proudly forth.

Nando swiftly reversed the positions. He moved to ensure the lamp now gave adequate light to see by. Hovering over the smaller man, who gazed with such love and trust in his darkening turquoise eyes, Nando had to swallow to be able to speak.

"Let me show you how much I love you," he husked.

He positioned himself between Will's outspread thighs. He kissed from Will's mouth to his collarbone. His tongue laved the skin before he bit down on Will's throat to leave his own mark. He heard the soft whimper and felt the instinctive rocking of Will's hips. Purring, he threw the bedding aside and without preamble, swallowed Will's erection to the root, inhaling the musk from the golden curls. Will was defenceless against the rapacious sucking of Nando's mouth, and as Nando held his hips down, the younger man's essence flowed into Nando's demanding maw. The bigger man sucked and swallowed, finally releasing his prize and licking around Will's groin, ensuring nothing was missed. He knelt up looking down with satisfaction at the replete young man sprawled so wantonly and so delectably below him.

Retrieving one of his pillows, he rolled Will pliantly to lie with it supporting his hips, his smooth limbs spread wide. He gazed with awe at the blond who lay so trustingly, waiting for his attentions. His eyes roved possessively, passionately at the expanse of pale skin that was his for the taking. His eyes were drawn to the perfect globes and the dark crevice between. The tiny portal was still shadowed, but Nando knew instinctively where it lay. Waiting. Anticipating. His mouth moved between Will's shoulder blades, nipping and licking, before moving slowly down the younger man's back. As he reached the creamy mounds, he could see the small thrusting movements of Will's hips. He reached beneath Will's undulating body. Will was already refilling, hardening in response to Nando's touches. Nando growled appreciatively. He placed a large hand on each nether cheek, pausing to register the darkness of his skin against the almost marble perfection of Will's, before pulling them apart.

Nando eyes devoured the small pink entrance. Under his intense stare it flexed, silently inviting Nando closer. He licked up and down the newly exposed skin and watched as the portal fluttered. His tongue slid over the tight rosette, circling slowly, relishing the intimacy of the act. As the flower pulsed, Nando thrust his tongue inside relishing the mewls of pleasure from his mate. He drove his tongue in again and again, tasting and teasing, delving and delighting, becoming more and more aroused by the scent and sounds of his young lover. Nando could feel Will's efforts to push back on the moist invader and he reached for their oil. Coating his fingers, he pushed two inside the loosened opening as he continued to lick and nibble at the responsive flesh. They slid inside Will without resistance and Nando began to stroke his mate's hidden jewel. He grinned savagely at the impassioned wail from the trembling body. Raising Will to his hands and knees, Nando thrust three fingers inside him as he reached to fondle Will's resurgent erection that dripped its need. Will panted and gasped and Nando moved to stroke the sweat-sheened back as he coated his long, hard length.

"Please, please, please," Will chanted softly pushing back to find his mate.

Nando gripped Will's hip to hold him in place. Both men moaned as the older man's thickness sought entrance to the slender body. Slowly, Nando breached Will's defences and he impaled the smaller man on his rock hard shaft. He pulled the blond to sit astride his thighs, burying himself that bit deeper as Will groaned pleasurably at being so fully filled. For a moment, as he became accustomed to the welcome invasion, Nando plucked at Will's nipples tugging and rolling them till they were diamond hard peaks. He nibbled at the soft throat as his hands roamed imperiously over Will's chest before stroking the rosy erection with one hand and cupping and squeezing the hairless sac with the other. As Will writhed on his hardness, the Rojan began to flex his strong haunches. He effortlessly dragged over Will's sweet spot with every movement causing the younger man to gasp, pant and thrash. Nando stroked his beloved firmly into time with his thrusts, his other hand wrapped tight around the trim waist, lifting him up and pulling him down to get as deep inside his young lover as possible. Will had one hand on Nando's hip, the other reached behind to a strong shoulder, the blond helpless in his mate's intimate embrace.

Nando growl was low and feral as he felt the trembles assailing the slender blond. He could feel the tight, slick sheath begin to ripple around his aching hardness and he knew Will's release was imminent. Will's breath was coming in moist gasps against his sweat damp neck as his lover's head lolled against him for support.

"So good, Nando," Will's voice was barley a whisper. "Feels so good with you inside me. Need you so much, love you so much."

"So tight, so hot, mi amore. Love being inside you, love you. Come for me, my sweet. I can feel how close you are. Let it go, precious."

Will wailed Nando's name as a creamy fountain pulsed from him, coating Nando's hand, his own stomach and chest as well as the bed. He convulsed in Nando's embrace from the intense release.

Nando grunted as his erection was squeezed hard by Will's internal muscles. As Will slumped spent, Nando lowered them to the bed and as Will's channel continued to spasm in the aftermath of his orgasm, Nando pounded into the boneless body. On the fourth thrust he erupted. His seed flowed deep into Will's rippling sheath, the small movements helping to milk him dry. His roar of completion was muffled by biting down on Will's shoulder, his hips pistoning hard and fast, as he emptied himself into the willing body beneath him. His hips continued to jerk spasmodically for several moments, even when he was fully spent. He kissed the nape of Will's neck, licking at the beads of sweat to a soft sound of appreciation. He thrust desultorily into Will, not yet prepared to sever the intimate connection. Although he could feel himself softening, his size meant he could still stay in Will for a few more precious moments. Finally his member slid from its haven to a moan of loss from both men. Nando gathered the exhausted blond to his chest, pillowing Will on his shoulder and smiling at the contented sigh.

"Love you," Will breathed holding tightly to Nando.

"And I you," Nando affirmed nuzzling at Will's temple.

The tenseness and insecurities of the past days melted away in the warmth of their shared love. Nesting together, the two men slipped into restful sleep.

The next morning Marianna was greeted by the sight of Nando and Will sitting in the large chair that Don Carlos had been in the night before. Will was cradled to Nando's chest and the two men were smiling contentedly. Inwardly she fumed at the scene. That Nando would waste his time and affections on the blond strumpet had her skin crawling with revulsion. She ensured her features were schooled into one of neutrality. At present, it was too much to try and look pleased.

"Buenos dias, Nando," she said as pleasantly as possible.

"Marianna, good morning," Nando smiled. He failed to notice that her greeting did not include Will, too enamoured at having his lover held close in his arms.

"Good morning, Marianna," Will said quietly, smiling shyly wanting the woman to like him just a little for Nando's sake.

"Morning," she nodded briefly, unable to ignore him.

"Papa and I are going for a short ride this morning, Pequeno," Nando told Will, nuzzling at the silken gold tumbling past Will's slender shoulders. "Perhaps you could show Marianna the new horses you were admiring yesterday?" Nando threw a glance to where Marianna now sat at the dining table.

"Of course, Nando," Will readily agreed. He could easily chat for some time over the magnificent new stallions and the other horses of the ranch.

"That would be fine," Marianna concurred through clenched teeth. Already her mind was working on what she could do to get her plans back on course. One thing was uppermost. 'It's not as though it will be the first time' she thought to herself. As Will disentangled himself from Nando's arms, Marianna's callous eyes carefully appraised the small, slight form, 'nor too difficult'. She smiled a false, brittle smile that neither man noticed.

"Good morning, boys, good morning, Marianna," Don Carlos grinned widely as he entered and was greeted. He and Roberto had heard Nando and Will reaffirming their love and the older man was overjoyed to see the two young men clearly showing their shared affection. This was how it should be. He gave a genuine smile to Marianna, whose own seemed forced in return. 'Too bad,' he thought. 'You are not what I would want for my son.'

Breakfast finished, Nando and Don Carlos rode out together and as they disappeared Will turned to lead Marianna to the corrals. However, the dark haired woman had other ideas.

"Let us go for our own ride," she suggested pulling Will to the stable. "I would much rather ride horses than look at them."

"But..." Will began.

"You ride, I ride," she said. "Sin problema."

Will reluctantly readied his horse as Marianna swung into her saddle. As he followed her out of the stable and away from the ranch, Marco went racing to find Roberto. He had kept quiet, watching the woman and Will as ordered by Roberto. He had seen the look on Marianna's face as Will had saddled his horse and it had the young stable boy terrified.

Less than half an hour after they had left Des Caballos, Don Carlos and Nando rode frantically back, a third man in their wake.

"Marco, where is Will?" the older man asked.

"He rode out with Senora Marianna," the dark haired boy replied. "Roberto went after them. Her look, Don Carlos, it was pure evil."

"I can track them," the stranger offered.

"As can I," Nando affirmed.

A moment later they were outside the ranch gates and the three men rode away at a punishing pace, leaving Marco to stare at their disappearing forms.

"Surrender to me," Roberto's voice cajoled. "There is no need for this to go further."

He stood; his gun extended pointing directly at a terrified Will Green.

"There is every need," Marianna hissed. She stood a couple of feet behind Will, her own gun pointing at Will's back. "Throw your gun away, Roberto. You will not shoot. You will not risk hitting the boy. I, on the other hand, have no such reservations. If you give up your gun, I will simply ride away and leave the boy unhurt."

Roberto could hear the lie in her voice. If he dropped his gun, both he and Will were dead. Unfortunately, she was right about his not shooting. There was no way to hit her without hitting Will first.

"I do not believe you, Marianna," he replied coldly. "If you hurt Will, I will kill you and I do not think you want to die.

Marianna gave a low snarl. There had to be a way. "I have Roberto in my sights, Gringo," she hissed malevolently at Will. "Start moving backwards or I will kill him."

Will was shaking with fear, both for himself and for Roberto. He loved the older man and was unable to know whether Marianna spoke the truth or not. He took a hesitant step backwards.

"Stay still, Will," Roberto's voice was calm. "She cannot hurt me, only you. Stand where you are."

"You are a fool, Roberto," Marianna sneered.

There was a sudden flurry of activity and a dark figure darted from the cover of rocks at Marianna's left to throw Will to the ground, blanketing the slighter figure. At the same time an order was barked from behind the enraged woman.

"Federal Marshall, drop your weapon!"

"No!" Marianna shrieked and brought her gun to bear on the huddled figures.

Two gunshots rang and Marianna's body jerked and contorted before crumpling to the floor.

"Nando, Will," Don Carlos shouted frantically as he was held from running forward by the Marshall at his side.

"We're fine, Papa," said Nando as he moved from his protective stance over his mate. He helped Will to stand and pulled the trembling boy to his chest where he would not see Marianna's body. "Thank you, Roberto," he added as the larger man came to enfold both younger men in a tight embrace, joined seconds later by Don Carlos.