Digging for Satin

Tyrion had seen the young man before. But where? Looking at his raven black curls and dark eyes he suddenly remembered, the distant memory all too clearly now.

I’ve fucked this boy’s whore-mother in Oldtown once. Far away for some tedious job he had to do, he found amusement in her bed. She had looked quite similar to her son. More offensive to the girlish boy than the other way around. 

The boy was now busy chopping wood in a corner of the Night's Watch courtyard. Tyrion walked closer, eyeing the youngster with a hint of curiosity. Oh seven hells, he was bored anyway, what harm could it do?

‘’Hey you,’’ he called out. The boy looked up from his work and looked confused when Tyrion signed him to come over. But he complied anyway.

‘’What is it, my lord?’’

‘’Your mother bit me once,’’ Tyrion stated, and the boy frowned for just a second before his face cleared up again. 

‘’Then you must’ve tried to kiss her, she doesn’t like that,’’ he replied, and the ‘’my lord’’ was hurriedly added after that. 

Tyrion laughed, feeling glad that this boy provided the amusement he had hoped for. He looked into those dark eyes and tried to read the boy’s mind. At least the boy showed little to no disgust at his disfigurement, and he seemed smart enough to know who stood before him. Not that the boy let it show.

‘’The name is Satin, my lord. May I have the honour to know yours?’’

With a smile forming on his lips, he answered, ‘’Yes you may, Satin. My name is Tyrion Lannister, but feel free to call me The Imp or The Halfman, seeing as everyone does so.’’

‘’Lord Tyrion,’’ Satin replied and he made small bow. ‘’I must continue my work now, excuse me.’’

‘’Now now, not so fast. Let us catch up, share stories about your dear mother and whatnot. Please, the Wall is less entertaining than I remember, and much colder too.’’

Satin returned his smile. He looked around a couple of times, making sure that nobody saw him slacking off, and then sat down on a bench that was half hidden in the shadows of an outer wall.

Tyrion sat down next to him, but keept his distance. He searched for a better topic of conversation, not wanting to speak about the boy’s mommy again. Satin made sure he didn’t have to.

‘’Why do you come here whilst most people avoid and ignore this place?’’

‘’Let us just say that I feel a special bond between me and the Night's Watch. I don’t want to serve here forever, but I do want to help them out.’’

‘’You are too kind, my lord,’’ Satin replied, his smile widening as he looked down upon him. 
That smile triggered Tyrion’s memory once more, remembering how the boy’s mother had smiled before she had taken him into her mouth. He felt himself stiffening at the thought, and also at the sight of the exact same, soft, inviting pair of lips.

He could go down into Mole’s Town tonight, find himself a whore with a similar smile… 

Suddenly Tyrion noticed Satin was looking further down, his dark eyes widening slightly at the sight of the growing bulge in his pants. Cursing inside his head, Tyrion coughed to get the boy’s attention away from his crotch. 

Satin looked up again, not even having the decency to blush. He gave Tyrion a questioning look. And if Tyrion had been anyone but himself, he would’ve thought that Satin’s look held something of an invitation in it. But that was impossible, after all, why would a former whore try to get a dwarf into his bed? 

‘’Lord Tyrion,’’ Satin whispered as he moved closer. Tyrion could now smell him, a mixture of sweat, from all the wood chopping, and something else. He inhaled deeply but couldn’t match the boy’s scent to the one of his mother. 

Satin broke the spell by talking normally again, ‘’I really must go now, Lord Snow is expecting me to chop enough wood to last a couple of days.’’

‘’Ah. Well I guess it can’t be helped then,’’ Tyrion said, feeling disappointed and relieved at the same time. Next stop, Mole’s Town.

‘’But,’’ Satin paused momentarily, ‘’you can come to my room tonight. It’s the third one on the right, on the second floor in the King’s tower.’’

After a some hesitating moments of staring at the boy’s fine face, Tyrion replied, ‘’I would love to.’’

‘’See you then, my lord,’’ Satin said whilst bowing again, and he left the bench to resume his work with a smile playing on his lips.