Title: The Wolf And The Hawk (An S/X adaptation of Ladyhawke)

Warnings: Original writing, shamelessly romantic, swearing, OOC, Unbeta'd. M/M sex. It's a long chapter.
Rating: NC17 Pairing: S/X
Author: Naughty_Fae
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.

Note1: This is the Epilogue for The Wolf and The Hawk. It is original and NOT part of the movie Ladyhawke. Those of you wishing to remain faithful to the plot of the film might choose to give this a miss. Those of you wanting a brief glimpse into the lives of William (Spike) Navarre and Xander D’Anjou post curse might enjoy it.

Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*

Summary: The boys settle into their new life.

EPILOGUE

Rating: NC17




EPILOGUE

Rating NC17 Overall


The ride to Will's castle and lands was made over several days, they were in no hurry. They rode side by side in loving companionship and spent their nights in cozy inns and taverns. If any wondered at two men sharing a room, none spoke of it and on the fifth day they reached the fertile and well kept lands of Lord William of Navarre and the stout well appointed castle.

The chill of Autumn had given way to the bitter cold of Winter. Snow lay in a cold, thick blanket across William's lands, streams, rivers, lakes and ponds were frozen, trees were adorned with glassy icicles and the air was crisp and clear.

Their days were spent in the snug of the castle administering day to day affairs, planning for the coming Spring, seeing that the larders were full and that none of the servants and peasants went hungry or without shelter; something that Xander proved particularly good at.

On bright days they hunted stag and boar with hounds in the forest, the hawks Will once kept having long since been given their freedom. The wolf pack that roamed the lands went unmolested unless they posed a direct threat to human life or livestock, those bears that dared venture out of their long Winter sleep were less fortunate. In the Spring and Summer there would be fishing, hare to course and ducks, swan and all manner of wild bird to shoot and in the Autumn pheasant and partridge.

Once a week, if weather permitted they rode side by side to the bustling market, William riding Goliath and Xander on one of his daughters; as black and spirited as her father but with the lighter build and fine bone structure of the mare who bore her. And if any wondered about the young man who rode at their Master's side, none spoke of it, but greeted them both with respect and affection.

Each Sunday as had been arranged by Giles, Father Adam would attend them from the nearby monastery. He would hold a service in the small castle chapel for the noblemen and others who attended and administer the confessional. Giles had made sure to choose someone sympathetic to the lovers relationship.

Once a month William sat in judgement, Xander at his side. The good order of the land, the apprehension and imprisonment of criminals and the administering of punishment, as Lord fell to him. He was both firm and fair and Xander's counsel gave added compassion to his judgements.

In the Spring Giles and Oz had promised to visit and with the better weather the castle would receive other visitors. Wandering bands of mistrals, jesters, acrobats and performing animals. There would be jousts and tournaments, for which William trained daily under the watchful and appreciative gaze of his lover.

But for now there were no visitors and their lives fell into a slow, pleasant, easy routine in which their love deepened, their spirits touched and they learned to live comfortably with each other. The servants and people remarking at the contentment and good spirits of their Master and the personable, good nature and humor of his chosen mate.

But the curse had not left them unscarred, William more so than Xander. Perhaps it was a blessing that as a hawk Xander's understanding and memory had been poor but left him with an obsessional need to be close to William.

William, with the greater understanding of the wolf, suffered more. He often had nightmares and would be shaken awake in a cold sweat and trembling to find comfort in Xander's arms. Sometimes he grew restless and would prowl the halls and stone staircases of the castle, or stand on the battlements looking at the stars and moon, listening to the distant cry of wolves. Xander would usually seek him out and lead him back to the warmth of their shared bed. And always day or night the overwhelming desire to protect his mate.

The men were rarely seen one without the other.

The bedchamber was well appointed and cozy, a fire blazed cheerfully in the hearth and a bedpan warmed the four poster. Xander pulled up the large, carved, oak chair and he toasted his toes contentedly. He had learned early on the folly of getting into bed with cold feet, Will would complain bitterly and once when he had put his cold toes on his lover he found himself unceremoniously turned out onto the bearskin rug.

The fire sent echoing flames across the ceiling. Tallow candles impaled on spikes and set into tall, iron, tripod bases stood in the corners and made shadows dance and shift along the walls. Frost glistened on the green tinged glass of the windows and a light wind murmured round the keep.

The room was dominated by a huge, four post bed, it's frame of sturdy, carved oak and hug with heavy linen drapes. The feather mattress rested on strips of leather and was covered by sheets, a quilt, furs and soft, downy pillows. At the foot of the bed a large, plain, wooden chest contained their clothes, a few more garments hug from pegs set into the wall, the rest were kept in the small ante chamber that served as a dressing room. Another chest rested by a wall and contained extra bedding.

The only other furniture was a matching chair, a small table set at Will's bedside on which stood a candle in an ornate candlestick and a glass jar containing sweet smelling oil, and it's twin, except the oil, stood at Xander's bedside, and a larger table against the far wall on which stood a brass ewer and matching bowl, a clean washrag and underneath a pail. Chamber pots were placed discreetly under the four poster.

Will was following his nightly routine, first to the stable to bid Goliath goodnight and then a quick check that the lookouts were in their appointed places and that all was barred and secured for the night; a nod to the old servant snuffing out the candles in the great hall and up the narrow, spiraling staircase his boots echoing on the stone and to their bedchamber and his lover's arms.

Xander adjusted his voluminous, woolen nightshirt which with it's long sleeves covered him from throat to ankle, only his bare feet stuck out of the bottom. He cocked his head and listened for the quick footfall which would herald Will's arrival. He had not long to wait.

The door opened and Will slipped in and closed it behind him. "All secure love."

Xander smiled at him. "I never for one minute thought it would be otherwise." He turned his chair a little to see his lover better. He lent his elbows the arm and rested his chin on his hands. The show was about to begin and he didn't want to miss it.

Will gave a wicked grin and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Xander. He took off his boots and kicked them way, next he grasped the hem of his black, suede tunic and drew it slowly over his head. Xander's breath hitched as the pale expanse of Will's back was exposed. The muscles played under the skin as he moved and the gentle bumps of his backbone caught the light. Abruptly Will stood and turned.

Will's body was slender, angular, compact and tightly muscled. His chest was hairless with dusky, pink nipples, muscles were well defined and his abdomen flat , his hips protruded slightly and muscular thighs led down to slender legs.

He looked at Xander with hooded eyes and slowly began to undo the laces of his suede britches. Xander lifted his head a little and his pupils dilated, as he watched. Will pushed his britches down over his hips and his half hard cock bobbed free, nestled in a nest of crisp, brown curls. Xander whined softly as one of their great hounds might. Will shimmied out of his britches and pulled them off tossing them aside. His hand strayed to his long, pale cock and his fingers curled round and he moved them up and down the shaft slowly, pulling back the foreskin and exposing the darker pink, glistening head , his lips twitched into a lascivious smile as he saw Xander lick his lips and swallow.

He turned down the bed and pulled out the bedpan setting it on the floor and then languidly slid in and lay back on the pillows one hand behind his head, the other still stroking his filling cock. He raised an eyebrow. Xander was blinking at him owlishly his brown eyes almost black, lips slightly parted and breathing through his mouth. Slowly he took his hand from behind his head and crooked a finger at Xander.

The effect on Xander was immediate. He stood toes curling into the bearskin rug beneath his bare feet and he grasped his nightshirt and pulled it over his head with one swift movement and tossed it into the chair. Will's eyes caressed his body as firelight played on the honeyed skin. He was slender though his body softer than the sharp angles of his lover. Broad shoulders and lightly haired chest with brown nipples. Powerful yet less defined muscles, a flat abdomen down to gently curved hips, a shorter, fatter cock bobbing free of dark, wiry curls, strong thighs and long legs.

Will's eyes dilated and he drew a sharp breath, his cock hardened beneath his hand and he crooked his finger again. Xander's bare feet slapped on the stone and his cock bobbed as he crossed to the bed and jumped in immediately tackling Will. For a few seconds they rolled back and fourth laughing and grunting each seeking to touch the places that made the other gasp. Xander sat astride Will's hips, he liked to think it was his superior wrestling skill and body weight held the seemingly smaller man beneath him, but he knew quite well it was more his lover's compliance and Will could toss him off at any time.

Will suffered the indignity with obvious pleasure. He raised his hips and their hard cocks slid against each other as Xander showered his face, neck and chest with eager kisses. Large hands roamed over Will's chest and thumbs caressed the hardened, pink nipples. His own hands were not idle as he stoked the broad back and down to the little dip above the curve of Xander's ass and then down to stroke and knead the firm globes beneath his hands. He parted the cheeks and ran his fingers over the twitching hole. Xander trembled a little and widened his legs.

Xander leaned forward speaking breathlessly. "Fuck Will!" Will chuckled. "That's the idea love." He purred. And then it was his turn to curse as Xander moved his hips, their cocks bumped against each other and he latched onto the spot below Will's ear where he loved Xander to kiss, nibble and suck the skin.

Their heart's pounded in their chests and breathing increased. Will curled the fingers of one hand into Xander's hair, whilst massaging his entrance with the others. He pulled his head down and held it there for a searing kiss, soft lips parted and his tongue plundered Xander's mouth. When he released his grip Xander sat up, cheeks pink, lips red and swollen and eyes black with desire.

Will reached for the oil and Xander pulled out the stopper and placed it back on the table. Will dribbled oil onto the fingers of one hand and when he'd done Xander put the bottle on the table. The room was filled with the spicy scent of the oil. He leaned forward over Will's chest and Will lent up and kissed him. "Wanton!" He chided as Xander raised his ass.

Will caressed the twitching hole with oil slicked fingers, easing the muscle and working in the oil and then pressed in a finger. The finger slid home with little resistance and it was encased in the tight, velvet channel. Xander moaned softly and the sound combined with Xander's tightness sent spiraling want soaring through him, his cock dribbled pre-cum and his balls grew heavy. He crooked his finger and nudged Xander's sweet spot making Xander jump, gasp and moan. "Fuck Yesss! More!" He hissed. Will added a second digit and moved them in and out of his ass gently stroking his prostrate occasionally. Xander mewled with need and Will added a third finger and with barely a grunt of protest fucked him in earnest until Xander was trembling, moaning and pressing back, his own cock hard and dribbling on Will's belly.

Will pulled out his fingers and Xander whimpered in protest. Will held his hips "Ride me." He purred. Xander raised and positioned himself while Will dribbled plenty of oil onto his aching cock and spread it along the shaft and then gripped it with the fingers of one hand, resting the other on Xander's hip. The hard cock nudged at Xander's entrance causing him to moan and his fingers knead Will's chest. He lowered himself and the head of Will's cock eased through the guardian ring of muscle. Will's hand joined his other on Xander's hips and held him still, he placed his feet firmly on the mattress and raised his knees giving Xander more support. Suddenly, Will bucked up and pulled Xander down at the same time and without warning his cock was plunged to the hilt inside Xander. As Xander enveloped him he moaned.

Xander gasped at the sudden, delicious pain of being filled and his eyes widened and fingers bit into Will's chest. Will gritted his teeth and fought to stay still when all he wanted to do was buck into Xander as hard and fast as he could.

They started an easy rhythm, Xander rising and lowering himself guided and supported by Will's hands on his hips. Soft moans and muttered curses and endearments filled the chamber and the musky scent of sex. But soon it wasn't enough.

Will tightened his grip on Xander's hips and started a faster rhythm, he bucked up on the down stroke making them both moan. Xander's head lolled back, hair stuck to his damp forehead and he braced his arms on Will's chest. He adjusted position and gasped and trembled as the hard cock assaulted his sweet spot.

It was all Will needed. He tightened his grip hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises and held Xander almost immobile and snapped his hips up and down. Each movement plunged his cock deep inside his mate and as his balls drew up and his orgasm unfurled in his belly, he grit his teeth. Xander mewed and grunted at each thrust, both men panted their bodies sheened in sweat.

Will's abdomen was wet with Xander's pre-cum and as he cried out and stiffened, jerking and shooting ropes of cum over Will's belly and chest; Will slammed him down onto his cock and he groaned as his balls emptied and he shot what seemed like gallons of cum high into Xander's channel. Xander slumped onto Will's chest and both men lay panting and trembling as the aftershock of their orgasms quieted.

Will softened and reluctantly his cock slipped from his mate. Xander rolled to the side his own cum glistening on his chest and belly. They lay still for a moment and then Will got out of bed and on shaky legs crossed to the table. He poured water from the ewer into the bowl and wet the washrag. He cleaned himself and then rinsed the rag and carried it to the bed and cleaned Xander. Although the water was somewhat warmed from the room Xander giggled and protested the cold. Will tossed the rag into the bowl and slid back into bed.

Xander rolled toward him and slung his arm round his waist head pillowed on his chest. Will covered them over and hugged Xander to him, kissing the tousled head. There were mutually muttered, "I love you." and they closed their eyes.

"So how many do you think that was?" Xander muttered sleepily.

Will chuckled. "Oh I think at least five Hail Mary's."

Both smiled and drifted off into a contented sleep, smiles on their faces.

THE END.

Thank you for reading and/or commenting on this story. I have greatly enjoyed your comments and kind encouragement. 1st of September sees me posting another Rutger Hauer movie adaption, very, very different to Ladyhawke, the grim and harsh 'Flesh & Blood'