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Bal’thial slides clawed fingers up towards the ties holding silken robes closed, removing them and slipping the fabric free of the Harbinger’s torso. Kso’ppghiel follows suit the best he can, lost within the sensations the Captain is already making him feel despite his total lack of knowing just what he’s supposed to do. His hands move along the taller man’s skin, wanting to take in every part of him. Desire drowns out all the hate he feels, clouds his thoughts and only allows him to focus on the one to his front. He welcomes it with his entire being. Blonde plaits cascade down as his head falls back, a loud moan leaving him when the tips of fangs scrape along the line of his neck after breaking the kiss. The words are jumbled in his head as he forces them out in breathless pants. “I… do not know… what to do.” The white haired man smiles against warm skin at the breathless words that leave the one he holds, saying nothing as he continues tracing down to the junction where shoulder meets neck. Full lips linger for only a moment before a playful bite sends Kso’ppghiel arching harshly back against him, sending clawed hands quickly into snow colored braids once more as the Harbinger’s head rolls down. Yanking the Captain’s face up towards him, mouths practically crash against one another when another deep kiss is eagerly shared. Wrapping long fingers around the blonde’s waist, Bal’thial breaks away long enough to slide him suddenly back and mismatched eyes meet pupiless white a moment after his body hits the marbled floor below all over again. “I will show you…” he smiles as he leans in to briefly claim the Harbinger’s lips for his own before he slowly begins crawling back. White plaits trail across heated flesh, the feather light touches causing Kso’ppghiel to arch up against the one above and clawed hands move without thought towards long horns while the Captain’s mouth marks a swift path down. The Harbinger’s muscles tense as soft lips move lightly over his skin, the ties holding his pants removed and soon hard flesh freed from their confines. Claw tipped fingers trail slowly along his length, joined by a warm tongue that nearly sends Kso’ppghiel over the edge. He is teased with the barest of touches, threatening his tenuous hold by the time the Captain takes him in entirety. Wet heat envelopes him and with only a few short passes, he slips over the edge far too quickly in his inexperience. A loud moan leaves full lips as his fingers tighten their hold in white, braided plaits, his body arched beneath the one he desires as he rides the waves of sensations the white haired man produces deep within. After long moments, Kso’ppghiel falls back against the marble -the cool stone a welcome distraction from the heat practically radiating off him. It takes him several minutes to calm his breathing, fingers never leaving snow colored strands as the Captain slides himself up to lay next to the other man, propping his built frame up on an elbow to take in the Harbinger’s features. The blonde smiles genuinely for the first time in as long as he can remember. “Clouds the minds of men…” Bal’thial laughs an amused sort of laugh at the other man’s words as the claw tipped fingers of his free hand drag lightly across heated and warmed skin while mismatched eyes remain locked with pupiless white, Kso’ppghiel’s own hands still tangled in his hair. “That it does.” He says quietly, enjoying the first smile he’s ever seen on the Harbinger’s lips and finding himself contented with the knowledge that for now at least, this expression is his and his alone. “But only to those of weaker wills…” An odd feeling of contentment washes over Kso’ppghiel as he stares up. For the first time since his loved ones were taken, he does not feel the need to escape and be as far away as possible from all civilization; he does not care about revenge. He simply wants to be right here with the only person outside of his family he’s ever felt any connection to. It’s also a very terrifying feeling. “You had thought I had given myself to her voluntarily?” he wonders idly. “Why would I do that? I want to kill her. I needed time to understand the things you had awoken in me. I still did not understand them until this.” Bal’thial’s expression straightens, his eyes shifting over to his hand as he traces along the contours of the Harbinger’s body. “I have been in Queen Io’fayl’s service for over thirty years…” he answers quietly, “And in this time I have watched many fall to her …particular charms. I did think you to be stronger than any I have seen before, but I did not expect you to do what you had done that day and assumed…” Assumed that like all others, he’d simply become another win on his Mistress’s board controlled completely by her hand. The Captain’s fingers still and mismatched eyes slide back up to meet white and he smirks softly. “…to know that you did not fall prey though has made me very happy…” Kso’ppghiel blinks, looking at the one above. “There is nothing that woman can do to, I will never fall prey. The only reason I am still here is because of my swords. I believe my father would roll in his grave if I ever gave in to anyone by force but your words did mean something and I would have died needlessly by simply refusing to play her game. I have one sword within my grasp, the other is only a matter of time, and then I will take her head. But… I do not know what I would do after. I will still seek out those who have taken my family, but it is… different now.” He speaks matter-of-factly. “I do realize you are under her service, but I will still take her head for all she has done. It is inevitable.” “This I do not doubt and when the times comes,” Bal’thial says quietly as he pulls his fingers away from skin still overly warm before he pushes himself up. “You do what you must just as I will do what I must…” sliding his legs beneath him, the tall Captain rises from the floor before turning back to one below him and offering out his hand. “We are men of circumstance you and I. You are her chosen and I am her Captain, while on one hand this means we are of the same side… on the other she would have you fight for her favor against all, including myself.” Clawed fingers reach up to take his offered hand and a moment later he’s pulled the Harbinger to his feet as well. Without releasing his hold, Bal’thial pulls Kso’ppghiel in close against him, his free hand moving to wrap around his waist as mismatched eyes lock with pupiless white. “Come back to me…” he near whispers against the Harbinger’s mouth. “After you have taken your vengeance… I will wait for you.” Their lips meet again with a fire so strong they are consumed by it. Several long moments later, they both reluctantly pull away. “I do understand that she is allowed her pick of any while my position allows no other but her. I dread her touch and will only now be thinking of yours as I know what those thoughts and dreams meant now.” Kso’ppghiel says as he pulls his silk robe from the floor. “I will earn my freedoms and then I will take hers away. I will ask to train with you under the guise of preparing me for whatever duty I am supposed to do. I cannot simply watch you from a distance. If she wants life from me, she will have to relent or I will become lifeless once more.” He walks back to the Captain as he finishes tying the robe, eyes meeting mismatched green and blue. “I will come to you. There is no other alive I desire to be near.” A smile forms on Bal’thial’s lips and he reaches out to drag the very tips of his claws along the sides of the Harbinger’s face before he trails his hand down to wrap around a wrist in order to pull the other man’s up to his mouth. Mismatched eyes stay locked with pupiless white as he leans down, full lips skimming along the length of long fingers before sharp fangs graze the very base of Kso’ppghiel’s palm as the shorter man’s gaze falls to rivet on every movement he makes. “You are everything I desire in return” he says softly against warm skin before leaning further in to leave a soft kiss. Pulling away, the white haired man turns to retrieve the earlier discarded mask as the Harbinger’s eyes stay locked on the place his lips had recently been. “And I will wait for you with baited breath.” He smiles, long braided plaits spilling over his shoulders as he leans down to pull the metal enchantments from the floor. His expression straightens however as he does, blue and green pupiless eyes sweeping over the fine scrolled detailing on the item he holds as his fingers begin to trace the patterns and his voice comes just a little low. “From this moment on Kso’ppghiel, we must be cautious…” Bal’thial’s fingers still and he slides his head back just as footfalls are carrying the Harbinger to his side. “Our Mistress is no fool.” Turning around to face the man now standing to his front, he lowers the mask to his side while slipping his free hand up to once again touch at the blonde’s jaw. “I would have you remember that these eyes are for you alone and what reflects within them in her presence is not the measure of my heart.” Kso’ppghiel nods. “As I cannot prevent her from mounting myself without putting you in danger. I will not enjoy seeing it, but I do understand.” He takes the mask as it’s handed to him, giving it a look of disgust even as he slides it up to his face. The enchantments wash over him as the metal touches skin and he sighs, at least he will not be in it for long. “I will not risk you.” His fingers rise to run slowly over the Captain’s long, ridged horns, adornments clinking softly as they are disturbed. The blonde smiles –the noise is such a small thing and yet, when connected to this man it makes him happy. “I am patient. I am also… happy, for which I would like to thank you.” Clawed hands slide up to cup the sides of the Harbinger’s face, dangling enchantments caught in between long fingers as Bal’thial pulls him forward while leaning down during the movement to touch his forehead against Kso’ppghiel’s own. Allowing mismatched eyes to slide momentarily shut as they remain close to one another, the tall Captain smiles. “You have paid me back in kind.” And this he knows as fact as he finds a lightness inside of him that hasn’t been there for many long years and a fluttering inside of his heart like nothing he’s ever felt before …
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