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*Part Three: Deserters *

_A/N: The sequence of events and situation may differ from the Redwall books, this is to fit in with my fan fiction narrative so please don't mind certain things being different as the end for these two is the same. _

There was a different atmosphere about the camp, the recent issues with the Mossflower beings, the Redwall beings and everything else had made the thought of staying in the camp any longer a bad idea! Dingeye could sense it and he was doing his best to start gathering and hiding their needed supplies as he considered just where he and Thura needed to go. They needed to get somewhere away from Mossflower or at least well protected from Ferahgo and his bunch, for though he couldn't give two sniffs about individuals, the thought of anyone deserting was blasphemous. If they were caught, that damn fox would be after them to take their heads as lessons to the others, so they needed to go somewhere very safe.

Thura had been pondering over the Redwall place as they'd set up their tent one night and prepared to hunker down. It was not too far from them and the animals there were said to be peaceful, it was an Abbey after all and that meant they were likely to be more understanding. Dingeye was not sure of the idea though, from the meetings with Redwallers thus far, they could tell that the animals inside didn't like vermin and there was no way a pair of stoats could pass off as shrimp otters or a weird kind of vole! The pair had sniggered over it as they'd set the tent up before they were called out to join the queue for their evening supper. The supper was gruel once more, or rather something far sloppier that stank and with the fever running writhe around them, there was a suspicion that the food was probably the cause of them catching it.

"No point complaining about it, gather up and hold out yer bowls!" The large mangled looking old mink at the kitchen growled to them, hurrying them forward to take their food and get lost. Dingeye and Thura pushed forward, their stomachs grumbling from a day being passed all the random pieces of camp to chuck on the fire because of the fever. They both accepted the slop and found their spaces near a warm fire to eat. Thura looked cold so Dingeye slung his blanket over his friend's shoulder to help him warm. The atmosphere was dire and they were all pondering which one of them would fall to the plague first. Ding scowl as he bit into some grit and spat it out with a grumble.

"Eh... Yer gnashers in workin' order?" Thura questioned as he spat out a hard chunk himself. Had the damn cook been lining the bottom of the pot with stones to make it look like there was more to go around? Dingeye growled as he stuffed a finger into his jaw, flicking and scraping hard bits out and taking a chip with it. He gave an indignant swear as he then looked to Thura, swiftly insisting he was fine. The other stoat, still looking more wretched but smiling to know his mucker was alright gave a snort. "Ay, chew careful like..."

"Ay-ay..." Ding scoffed, doing an impression of an otter to make Thura give a snort. The pair ate up but they still felt cautious as eyes were following them again and none could say if it were a poisoner or scalper that was staring. Dingeye could feel it buzzing in the air and he knew he'd be in deep shit if his thoughts were true. Fever and paranoia festered together to ensure the outcasts were burnt and the insane carried on; he knew he and Thura had to escape soon.

Their guarding session that night led to no luck and as they settled into their tent at the shift change, Thura seemed to shiver more in the cold so Dingeye clung to him. Their lips came together in tender kisses as they snuggled tight and rubbed their cheeks to share scent. They held onto each other, Ding leaning over him more to keep Thura warm as the cold wind rushed through every moth chewed hole in the tent fabric. They shivered and snuggled tight, kissing away as Ding plotted their escape.

They might have to make a runner next shift switch!

"Ey, me old mucker... Listen. Put our leaving packs near the latrine... after shift tomorrow we both go to the big and make our runner to the red brick place? Got it?" Dingeye growled firmly as Thura nodded his head eagerly in response before pulling closer. He opened his mouth to sigh as Ding kissed him and their tongues teased against one another again. They were determined to escape, but just what lay out there for them? Thura hoped it would be warm at least and maybe have better food!

The next night was foggy and heavy, rain spattered down and the conditions were the best for a runner. The camp was going to move at dawn so everyone had been packing and moving so no one blinked as Thura wheezed and carried their small packs out. They didn't know how far they had to go so it was blankets, food, water and a spare jerkin each. Thura bundled them up with two dark green cloaks he hoped would help them out, but he was nervous. He kept feeling so hot and sick, but he was sure it was all the torture of bad food and a boss that might as well have been a slave driver.

Sitting on shift together they mapped the stars from the occasional break in the rain and marked a course eastward toward Redwall. They wouldn't be able to stop for a whole day but they might be slow if they didn't have a good plan. They took brief power naps during the shift and kept their bows at paw, their whiskers quivered against the anxiety within them as their bodies shivered in the bitter rain.

"Right scum, time to shift yer keesters..." One of the ragged eared rats stomped over with his companion to switch shift. Thura and Dingeye made grunts and groans for the bullying but snorted they could both take a leak. Though Thura wanted to grab Ding's paw for some reassurance, he marched calmly towards the latrine and Thura followed, they relieved themselves, grabbed the packs and slithered into the undergrowth. The rain came down harder to help hide them, but fear of arousing suspicion with fast movements meant they weaved low and slow through bracken and briar to ease themselves as far from camp sounds before they found a natural path and carelessly galloped down it in the squelching mud.

They hurried on against the night, running as their lungs burnt but holding paws tightly. The track was wide and thankfully headed the right way and they jogged until the first shifting of dawn on the horizon. Then Thura insisted they had to get into cover, there was only danger in daylight so they eased into the brambles and weaved eastward on separate sides of the road. This way they hoped to avoid trackers and Thura's route reached a stream he eased into and down to meet Dingeye doing the same and avoiding a bridge. They dragged each other up onto a bank and then scrambled on till it was so bright their eyes were closing in pain.

"'ere Ding... Look up, some ol squirr'l drey. Let's snatch it for a nap!" Thura grunted and Dingeye nodded, quite sure he was more exhausted than his friend. They scrabbled up the planks to the tree hollow and both froze to see a sign on the door claiming fever was here. They still peeled it open, there was a stake odour to say something had died a while back, but they would still be safe here. They stepped inside and thankfully found no corpse but a map to Redwall to say they were a day from it by main road and a good looking bed. Ding collapsed into it with a groan as Thura closed and locked the door, blocking the keyhole with wax so it could not be undone.

"Ey, how's about some vitals 'n then bed? We can smooch a bit too." Ding grunted as Thura scrabbled over to the bed and pulled the scraggly curtain around them. They kissed lovingly again, glad to be safe and out this far before eating. Ding then collapsed to sleep but Thura changed clothes as he'd sweat the other to death. He had hoped being free might mean a moment to indulge their love some, they'd only jerked each over off a bit and Thura wanted more. But he could tell the time wasn't right yet and it saddened him but he'd be patient all the same, soon they'd be free!

It was noon when Dingeye woke up and almost panicked for how long they'd been out when he looked out a window to notice the sun. They had to assume they were being tracked, even if they were not and so he shook Thura awake. The other stoat gave a grumble and shivered but got himself up and together they shuffled out of the drey and into the brushwood, the map in their paws. By the map they spent several hours weaving on a wider path towards Redwall, hiding from other beasts in case of danger before they paused for a bit of relief then carried on walking into the evening.

At dusk they found a tight hollow in a tree and squished in together, holding one another close and sighing. Though still scared of being followed the young archers felt at ease to be with one another as their lips came together in soft kisses and Thura slept in Dingeye's lap. Being together was wonderful but they had a long way to go, their stomachs growled and the weather was getting worse! They slept till they could hear owls hooting then cautiously picked their way through Mossflower in the dark. They stood in mud, water and other unpleasantness in the darkness, but they continued through till an old hollow log provided a rest point.

Sweaty and panting, blisters on paw pads and feeling weak from the minimal food and water, the pair still kissed and cuddled. Even running away felt freer than out there and as they rubbed cheeks to share scent again, this time Ding slept on Thura's shoulder. At midmorning they were up again and reached another waterway, they were too tired to bother an awkward attempt at wading so the pair used the bridge and hurried on. By afternoon the forest opened out to the plains before the fortress of red stone and the stoats sighed. They flopped to the door and collapsed in a heap and groaned as they slapped the door and a grumpy group of Woodlanders surrounded them.

The pair of stoats had feared some kind of aggression, certainly some of the beasts had not liked them, but thankfully they were given sanctuary. They were marched to a bath and scrubbed to within an inch of their lives. They complained and squeaked to the beasts and each other for it, frustrated they had to be made to smell pretty just to be here. They were also given cowls to wear, not their usual clothes and both were brand new stoats by the end of it.

A few of the mice were scared of them, but the pair didn't care too much to spoil them more and they were grateful for the warm place to stay. But others gave them harsh eyes that were as threatening as in the horde and the presence of weapons around the place made them cautious. They might be safe here for a while but vermin just seemed unwanted. But the pair were introduced at a feast and here they stuffed themselves till their bellies ached, much to the humour of other beasts as they were dragged to the infirmary to rest up with medicine.

"Uh... mi Nelly's filled with bubbles now... Ey, Thura, you awake me old mate?" Dingeye grumbled in the dead of night as he sat himself up on the infirmary bed. Aside from the stoats there wasn't a sniff of another beast and Thura was looking a bit anxious as he stood near the door, looking out into the hall. It was clear the pair needed to figure out what to do next, but Ding gave a grunt. "'s nice 'ere. If we don't cause a stink, we can pass a season 'ere. Sound good?"

"Yeh, but somit's up, some folk dun like us. Is cause we're stoats so..." Thura began, but Ding swung out of the bed and held his companion's paw to encourage him to relax, they hadn't shown any malice, they'd given up their goods and weapons and they'd been honest. But with the moon shining outside and in the calm of the infirmary, the pair sighed and Ding beckoned him to his bed. "Get 'ere, Thura and give us a kiss. We're free now."

Thura turned about to look at Dingeye carefully before he blushed heavily and shuffled over to his side. He hopped up onto the bed with him and the pair had a gentle kiss before Ding's paw began to play with Thura's tail. The smaller stoat gave a snort of confusion before Ding tugged at his companion's cowl, hooking it up over his head before kissing lips again. Then Ding urged Thura to kneel over him and Thura blushed as he did so, lifting his tail up as he nuzzled into Dingeye's chest.

The confident stoat soon hooked a paw about the little pink head sliding in and out of Thura's sheath in excitement as their tongues met. He shifted his paw up and down, barging the sheath back as he felt the shaft get slippery. Thura was quick to moan and tremble with pleasure as his companion pumped him out to a slippery goodness before Ding's slippery paw then shifted behind Thura's balls. He dared to probe a finger into the tail hole as he companion gave a sharp squeak of shock and then shuddered into Dingeye's white fur. His insides were burning hot and his puckering ring pinched and sucked at the digit, begging for more as Thura groaned in pleasure, shock and a little discomfort.

Dingeye worked his digits in, feeling the heat increase but also wetness as his other paw worked the shaft to help his lover relax. He seemed to take control so naturally as Thura whined against him, licking Ding's chest and thanking him for such affection. Dingeye continued to stuff digits in, stretching the space out, stretching in deep and trying to fit his whole paw inside the sweltering heat as Thura's cock sputtered with its growing pleasure and Dingeye's own cock was standing up. They should be safe here, it would be fine here... they needed to know each other like this now before they had to run off and starve themselves of time.

"Cripes Ding... it feels like I can't stop it from pinching in there... Come on mate, put it in before I cum, I veg's ya!" Thura groaned in frustration as the pulsing inside his ass continued unabated. Ding grinned and pulled a sticky paw free with a squelch before he beckoned Thura to hop on. The slimmer stoat grunted but clambered on and shifted his tail up again and held the swollen, steaming cock in his paw as he guided it to his wet ass. Gently he pushed the head in as Ding gasped and pinched his lips together with pleasure as Thura then grimaced as he sat back more, his weight spreading himself more to let it in deeper. Then, something was tugged as the cock slid further and Thura gave a bark as he came in a splash to Ding's belly before sitting right back to the hilt and groaning.

Thura's ass wouldn't stop twitching and pulsing against Dingeye's cock, as if it was constantly a foot standing on something hot and hopping to cope. Thura sat still shuddering and moaning, his mouth shining with strands of drool as he tried to cope and Ding grit his teeth against the glorious desire to push up and down. His paws strained to feel through Thura's white chest fur for his diminutive tests, squeezing and pinching them to help him focus on elsewhere as he moaned and sighed. It was strange, a sensation of being so full it almost hurt but none of that Redwall medicine could cure it. The feeling was good but insane, should it really feel this good?

Outside in the hall, Brother Hal was padding about for a break in his studies over the Sword of Martin, when he'd thought to check on the two vermin. They had seemed amiable though it had been startling to see them gorge themselves silly, but like others he hoped they would be in good stead in the night. He noticed the door wasn't quite closed so he snuck up to it and he had to clean his spectacles as he stared in. His jaw dropped but the shock of the scene was enough to keep the mouse from gasping as he stood there watching the stoat called Thura start to ride his mate's shaft with relish. The mouse was frozen to the spot as he watched the pair pant and moan as Dingeye's body worked into him. He could not believe there were such beings and it scared him, were their actions staining the abbey?

Thura's long body rolled and his hips lifted with each drop from Ding as he moaned aloud. Once the throbbing had eased, the heat had sent them both into a feverish frenzy of ecstasy and they barely watched their sounds. Through whimpers and moans as they slapped wagging tongues against dry lips, they muttered their love for each other and Thura was crying. The rider looked like he might faint in pleasure as his body built for the climax, so happy to fulfil his greatest wish to be with Dingeye... truly be with him as Ding groaned softly and hurried on. He was shocked, doing it with a girl had been wetter, but Thura was tighter and for some reason it made him hotter and seeing Thura happy made it all so much better. Was it love's influence? Who knew but as Thura pinched tight and gasped in orgasm, he sagged in the saddle and Dingeye hurried to reach his end.

It came in a hot spurt to wake Thura with a gasp as Ding groaned almost piteously. Suddenly, he knew he wanted to kiss, it couldn't end without a kiss and he pulled Thura's burning hot body to him. He held him tight as the other panted and swooned and they kissed lovingly once more. But as they seemed to sigh and settle, Brother Hal gave a sneeze and hurried off, eager not to be known but the stoats were alert and they trembled in terror together.

"Huh... what we gonna do Ding?" Thura questioned and the answer would be deadly. Just as the two stoats had confirmed their love and found sanctuary, the sudden anxiety led Dingeye and Thura to skulking around and finding the Nameday preparations. By luck they would kill the spying mouse brother by accident, but such murder was not in their hearts and grabbing supplies and the sword of Martin, they fled.

As they'd run back into Mossflower, it would prove that Thura's heated body had been caused by Dryditch Fever. As he'd struggled to keep up to Dingeye he'd begged not to be left behind and yet not called on Ding to stop as his body had given in. Thura had fallen by a tree and would soon die, Dingeye had carried on in his panic talking over his shoulder. But when Ding had frozen as he'd realised his mate was lost in the woods behind, he met with punishment for deserters at the paws if Dethbrush.

The two stoats had no control of their lives save in one thing and perhaps in death they met up again, but they would be little more than footnotes in the history of Redwall and the Sword of Martin the Warrior.

THE END