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Throwing his sword swiftly towards the bed as the mask crashes to the floor, clawed hands grasp desperately around long braided plaits just as his weapon bounces against the plush mattress just beyond. The taller man twists them fluidly around as the hungry kiss rapidly deepens, the pair only breaking when Kso’ppghiel’s back hits the wall directly to the closed door’s side. Desire burns strong in both gazes when their eyes meet and tapered fingers rip at the light robe covering the blonde’s built frame, tugging it quickly down broad shoulders as full lips begin tracing along the contours of a long neck. “Remind me… to reward you… later… for gaining us this time...” The tall Captain’s words are broken in between grazes that send the shorter man arching as they are spoken directly against heated skin. Kso’ppghiel smiles and his eyes close, his words heated. “This is my reward… she is easy to manipulate.” They pull away long enough to allow him to remove the Captain’s tunic, the fabric crumpling to the floor as clawed fingers roam over skin covering taught muscle. “With every touch, I only think of you… When she mounts me… it is your eyes I see and your body I feel… It has made the days much more bearable…” He moans softly as clawed fingers find their way to his pants and the hardness contained within, full lips sliding down to Bal’thial’s neck as he speaks against warm skin. “I am happy to have come here… if it meant meeting you…” A smile forms on the tall Captain’s lips, the words spoken against his neck heating him so completely inside. “I am eternally grateful… for the orders that brought me to you…” he whispers moments before he slips his fingers away from the Harbinger’s covered length and moves his hands swiftly over to broad shoulders. Gripping down, he pushes the other man away from him before spinning him around and pulling his body back. White eyes slide shut and a loud gasp escapes him when Bal’thial presses in from behind, one clawed hand wrapping around his waist to secure him while the other slips down to tease around fabric contained flesh. Kso’ppghiel arches in the white haired man’s grip when sharp fangs bite at the junction where shoulder meets neck and a moment later, the tall Captain’s mouth pulls away and up to speak lust filled words directly into a pointed ear. “I want… nothing more than to claim you in a way that she will never be able to touch …” Breathless and wanting, the blonds nods hesitantly. While the Harbinger knows the mechanics, he is unsure if it’s something he will be able to handle, let alone enjoy. All forms of physical coupling are still rather foreign to him yet the desire he feels for the other pushes him to try. “If you will be… patient with me.” The Captain smiles, his answer given as he slips the ties to Kso’ppghiel’s pants free before allowing them fall towards the floor, his own soon following. The hard flesh behind practically sears as Bal’thial pulls him back flush, his own clawed hands sliding along the Captain’s as they wrap around him. Layered blonde locks fall across broad shoulders as Kso’ppghiel’s head dips down, one hand pulled free to rise up and brace against the marbled wall. A moan again escapes him as practiced fingers begin to stroke along his length, his hips soon meeting the slow rhythm that each new pass starts to bring. The Harbinger soon loses himself to the sensations as a fire is offset by the tight press of the taller man’s body from behind, his panting breaths and soft moans quickly spilling into the stillness of the surrounding air. White braids fall across the blonde’s back as his fangs graze a warm shoulder, Bal’thial pushing forward gently while his hand still works the Harbinger’s flesh to his front. He has barely entered when the one before him stiffens, causing the white haired man to smile before he simply pulls away to bring himself flush once more. Kso’ppghiel turns in the Captain’s arms, a look of apology shifting across strong features only to have Bal’thial slide him close, hips pulled together and heated flesh meeting to force another small moan from the Harbinger’s lips. Pupiless white eyes slide shut as the renewed pace is quickly set, the blonde’s head falling back against the marbled wall behind when soft lips slide down to once again touch at his neck. The Harbinger’s hands move to Bal’thial’s hips and grip as harshly as he’s being gripped in return in an almost desperate attempt to bring their bodies closer than skin will allow, the tight press of mutual excitement as they rock together dragging both men forcibly towards a horizon that begins to loom so closely ahead. Sliding his lips down along Kso’ppghiel’s shoulder, sharp fangs graze lightly before biting suddenly down to rip a shuddering cry from the Harbinger as a fire shockwaves beneath the surface that sends him soaring instantly over that edge. Harsh pants continue to escape the blonde as he reopens his eyes, the fire contained within matching that of the Captain’s. Never once breaking pace, Kso’ppghiel pulls the taller man towards him, seeking blood stained lips out with his own and consuming all he can of the one who causes him to feel so much. His hand moves up the line of Bal’thial’s back, threading into white braids to keep him close as his other tightens its grip on hard flesh. Soft moans are given into the kiss as hips press against the blonde’s, the attentive motions pushing him to follow into the waiting abyss, a hard shudder wracking his frame as release takes him as well. The two men stand with no room between them as they calm, the kiss slowing as their eyes close before they simply move to hold one another close. Strong hands slide away from Kso’ppghiel’s back and travel slowly down to rest against structured hips, the tall Captain’s mismatched gaze reopening and seeking out the other’s pupiless white. “These days and nights…” he whispers through calming breaths, full lips brushing as he speaks while the space between them is kept purposefully close. “…were too long without you Harbinger…” “I will agree…” Kso’ppghiel smiles. “I can only hope that woman will see fit to allow us to train daily on a consistent basis. I will endure what I must to make this happen until she is no longer a concern.” His lips move in close. “Though… I feel some actual training should be accomplished if I ever am to break free of her.” The Harbinger says as he remembers the bite and small stream of words leaves his mouth a moment later, spoken directly against the other’s to heal the slowly bleeding wound given. “…She must not find any evidence.” A grin forms on Bal’thial’s lips and he slowly pulls himself back. “Then we must work quickly to wash the remaining traces away if you are to get any sort of real training out of this day.“ Slipping a clawed hand down, he wraps long fingers around the blonde’s wrist as turns, metal adornments chiming softly as he tugs the other man towards the bathe at the opposite end of his room…
 “Eventually Kso’ppghiel, I will still want my rematch…” Bal’thial grins before using his sword to suddenly push the other man back, spinning again in an attempt to catch the blonde at his side, blue and green eyes practically lighting when the long sword is spun to block. “Though I would ask you do not take my head as you had originally planned…” “It has been many years…” Kso’ppghiel switches the grip on his sword pulling up harshly and sliding the other man off before bringing his blade up to block the quick return blow the Captain attempts in the movement. “Since I have fought without the intent to kill.” He moves forward, fighting one handed while continuously reining offensive blows on the one before him. “It will be strange to fight full force and not take your head.” The Harbinger smiles. “I also require both of my swords for this as I am handicapped with only the one. My father’s still hangs above that woman’s bed, she will only allow me my own.” He continues as he blocks the returning offensive the Captain gives. “I do not understand why, to her they should look like the same sword.” “It is… not a question I can answer.” Bal’thial says quietly as he dips down and spins just beneath an oncoming blow, long braided plaits whipping around him as another swift movement carries him to the Harbinger’s other side. “Our Mistress rarely explains the reason behind the action unless it gains her an advantage in what she hopes to accomplish.” Spinning his heavy blade around, the tall Captain swings the hilt’s end up to catch the end of Kso’ppghiel’s sword and he twists once to rip it free of the other man’s grip before sending the blade skidding off to their sides. A clawed hand wraps around linen fabric during the continued movement and he yanks the Harbinger towards him, meeting full lips roughly with his own and stealing a short fire filled kiss before relinquishing just enough to keep them locked in close. “I appreciate that you will at least try to reign in your strength during our future rematch,” He grins. “as I will become boring company if I am missing my head.” Kso’ppghiel smiles. “I believe I may be able to accomplish that if I am given reason enough. At one time I was able to put everything into a fight, training with my father.” He looks briefly towards his sword before turning his attention back to the one who holds him close. “You had mentioned once that your family is also lost to you. I have told you pieces of my history, I wish to know yours as well.” The smile begins to fade from the Captain’s lips and he eases his hold on the other man’s shirt, his clawed hands sliding down along the blonde’s torso before he turns and moves away. “I was born in territories far from here…” he says quietly while taking a few long steps that carry him to the Harbinger’s fallen weapon and long braided plaits spill over broad shoulders as he leans down to pull it free of the arena floor. “Two younger sisters and a brother.” Straightening as mismatched eyes take a moment to stare down at the weapon now in his other hand, his voice becomes a little distant and low. “My father was a strict man and had high expectations for my brother and I contained in such a small vision… ever since I could remember he had already planned our entire lives out.” A smirk forms on his lips as he turns the Harbinger’s sword in his hand. “We were to follow in his footsteps while my mother found us suitable women, take over his land when he grew too old to sustain it, have many children and continue on the line… mundane lives that meant everything to him.” Shaking his head in the slightest as he pulls his gaze free, he turns back towards the blonde. “What I wanted did not fit into his ‘grand’ scheme and when I chose a different path I was… cast out.” More than cast out, completely shut off and shunned… Stepping back towards Kso’ppghiel, the white haired man hands the sword over. “I guess it was easy for them to pretend I had never existed in the first place when they had another with my face who wanted the life my father had chosen, a life he prized more than one of his own sons...” Kso’ppghiel takes his sword, their fingers brushing as the hilt is handed over. “Even with that, I still envy that you have family alive. You are the Captain of a feared army, one that controls one third of the continent. How can any father not be proud of that?” The Blonde’s expression drops as Bal’thial looks away. “I believe my father would have preferred I stay within the village and have a very uneventful life, a happy one. And I would have, had he and my sister not been taken from me. But my father was no fool, he understood that you cannot plan things absolutely because they will never happen that way.” White eyes travel down to his sword. “He taught me to face war, without ever wanting me to see it.” Clawed fingers move over the inlaid horn on the hilt. “To make sure I was never unprepared.” He smiles faintly as he pulls his fingers away. “When we are able, I will accompany you back to your family so they can be shown just how wrong they are and how disagreements should never take the place of one’s blood when life can be so fleeting… if you would like.” “I… would like this…” the white haired Captain smiles before it falls away from his lips once again only to be replaced with a sigh. “Though I already know the outcome of that venture.” Lifting his sword up, he motions towards it with a slight flicking of his head. “A few years before I earned myself this I attempted to return home in hopes that despite my choices I would somehow make my father proud. It… did not go very well.” Not one of them, including his own brother would even meet his eyes, all of them acting as if he were not standing there desperately begging for the smallest of acknowledgments that he did indeed exist. “I think…” He continues as he lowers his weapon again to his side. “that I would have liked to meet your father as he sounds as if he had been more reasonable than mine… I was taught nothing, had no inkling that another way of life existed until the day our province was raided. Everything that I know, I have learned on my own. Some were lessons learned harder than others, but all dictated by my own hands.” Sliding his free hand up, clawed fingers touch at Kso’ppghiel’s face to trace the line of his jaw. “There had been many days where I questioned my own choices and the path they led me to… but had I lived that life my own father meant for me I would not be standing here with you now...” A small smile forms on the blonde’s lips. “My father was a general once, part of a large army. I did not know the names of the warlords on this continent so he never felt I should know the name of the one he served under, though he did so for many years. He taught me everything I know… though I do not think he would have liked the choices I made following his death. I was too angry and dead inside to care but I could not go back to what I once was. I believe he would understand, however.” White eyes meet solemn blue and green. “I do think he would have liked you. You could have traded stories of how you both arose in your ranks. I will take you to my family’s grave, though I have not seen it since I left.” “I will be honored to see it.” Slipping his hand away from the blonde’s face, the tall Captain smiles warmly. “Perhaps the day we seek out my own family once again will be the day we visit the graves of yours.” Turning away from the Harbinger, he begins moving towards the sealed entrance of the arena room and speaking as he goes. “I… am sure your father would have understood what you have become… given the circumstances.” Swinging his sword up, he rests the heavy blade across a broad shoulder as he glances briefly back, a flicker of a smile dancing across full lips. “And I will be content with the knowledge that he might have been approving of myself in regards to his son. I think I would have enjoyed sharing the stories of our travels with him, but I know I will enjoy sharing them with you instead…” Kso’ppghiel follows behind, picking up the discarded mask near the entrance as he faces the Captain once more. “You have given me hope, and I thank you for that. I think I will enjoy having something to live for beyond revenge.” He leans forward, their lips meeting in a kiss that drowns out the world around them before they reluctantly pull away and the Harbinger returns the mask to his face, words muffled beneath the metal. “Until tomorrow, then.” Leaning down to whisper the words that will secure the mask in place before straightening a moment later, a claw tipped finger slides up to trail along the metal enchantments that hang to its sides. “I will be waiting with baited breath…”
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