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Gran’hein looks over his handiwork as he spins the long sword in his grip. He hopes Io’fayl isn’t observant enough to notice the differences in the wear between Kso’ppghiel’s real swords and the replicas. He’s sure she’s probably handled Mithghiiel’s sword frequently since it had arrived. A knock on his door pulls the forgemaster’s attention from the task at hand, placing the sword down and hiding it beneath a heavy tarp. He rises, dissipating his lock before opening the door, smiling when he sees the Captain and allowing him in. “Shut the door behind you.” He walks back over to his workbench, pulling the sword free and handing it to Bal’thial. “I saw Mithghiiel’s, but I had not seen his own so I had to guess by your description how the hilt was wrapped.” The tall Captain turns the mockery of a sword in his hand and nods. “It is… very close.” Reaching out to hand the sword back, he smiles. “As ever Mastersmith, your work is flawless...” Mismatched eyes meet caramel tinted brown as Bal’thial leans back to cross his arms beneath his chest. “Kso’ppghiel and I… have found a way to leave this fortress that will not injure those we leave behind, yourself included. But it will require some careful maneuvering, for both the swords to be exchanged as well as the explanation on why his body is no longer residing within her chambers…” Gran’hein quirks an eyebrow when the white haired man pauses, and he nods before continuing “We wish to feign his death and this sickness has opened the door for it, but we are in need of your help to execute it as she trusts so very few and would not believe the death should it come from another…” “The idea is good, but she will want proof of a body and it is nearly impossible to hide things such as a heartbeat. That also leaves open as to why you would leave.” Gran’hein puts the sword down on his workbench. “It would give me personal reason to come to her chambers where I could switch out the swords, and explain why they’d still be there, but beyond that there would need to be an excuse as to why there isn’t a body.” Mismatched eyes slide over to the open forge behind Gran’hein’s workbench and he grins in the slightest before shifting his gaze back. “Perhaps …whatever it was that killed Kso’ppghiel could be deemed… possibly contagious and the fear of it spreading caused the Mastersmith to burn the body as well as dispose of what remains of the ashes and bone to save our Queen, and her entire domain from contracting it?” A small smile forms over the larger man’s lips. “It has been a while since we’ve had a good plague. Perhaps it’s time for another. Who knows what kind of things that boy could have contracted in the Northeastern territory that took months to manifest. Soldiers are filthy men.” Gran’hein smirks. “It would probably be best for you to act exceptionally nervous from here on out, since you would have come to me in such terrible concern over this dead body. Wouldn’t want the word to spread or anything, getting all those in the fortress upset and providing an excellent distraction.” He thinks on it. “But then what would be your excuse for leaving that would not cause suspicion?” “For a little over thirty years I have served our Queen,” Bal’thial says as he re-crosses his arms beneath his chest. “Prided myself on ensuring that my job has been done exceptionally well, done everything in my power to please her, gained myself a position of trust and closeness to her that so few have been able to attain and it would be… devastating to fail her by allowing this particular Harbinger to die while entrusted to my care when she would entrust no other. I would be unable to face her after that… to face my Mistress with my inability to live up to the expectations she’s come to have of me after all this time… I would no longer feel worthy to remain by her side as her right hand.” “Damn boy, you’re good.” Gran’hein laughs. “It’ll still earn you a price, but not one that’ll be detrimental to both of you and as long as she’s fooled, it will keep her focus off Kso’ppghiel. I’ll be sad to see the two of you go…” He nods. “Alright then, you’ve come here, informing me of your concern as her Harbinger lies on his deathbed. I’ll will come up with the swords, we’ll do the switch, then I’ll carry his dead body here. He’ll need to leave before you, as you’ll need to put on a pretty good show before you disappear, but I have a place you two can meet up at and he can stay until you’ve left. It’s a few hours ride north, kept it from Offy for these ‘just in case’ reasons.” Bal’thial nods. “Kso’ppghiel is slowly becoming better, he is coherent again, but weakened and will need at least another day of rest before we carry this plan out as I do not think he can handle travel just yet… I will spend the time ensuring that outwardly, his ‘condition’ becomes known further and have just the person to plant these seeds with. One I’m certain will talk whether asked or not.” He laughs softly before his expression straightens, his voice coming serious and low “I am grateful, Mastersmith” the tall Captain smiles. “For all of your help in this matter, and the risks you take. I will miss you and your lovely wife and I am hopeful that eventually we will still be able to maintain contact in some form… by way of a certain little bird I would rather not lose complete contact with either.” “I don’t think that little bird would ever let me live it down that I helped you if he lost all contact.” Gran’hein stands, approaching the Captain and extending a large, calloused hand that Bal’thial readily takes. The two men shake on the agreement. “I will be disappointed to see you go, but you both deserve to find your own way. Come find me when he’s well enough to leave of his own accord and it will be set into motion.” He smiles. “Good luck, Bal’thial.” “We will need it.” The Captain smiles with a slight shaking of his head that sends adornments chiming softly before he pulls away and steps to the side, allowing Gran’hein passage to unlock his workhouse door. “I will hopefully return within a day’s time.” With a nod, the Forgemaster slings his door open and Bal’thial moves silently past, the expression he now wears that of feigned worry as caramel colored eyes watch the white haired man slips easily through the heated maze before him towards the stairwell beyond.
 The doors to the arena swing open and bring hard yellow over towards the white haired figure stepping through, the young soldier finding himself flustered and quickly attempting to hide it as if his commanding officer will be able to see his very thoughts. A slight look of confusion shifts across his features though when Bal’thial draws near, the presence of his usual serrated ended weapon gone and a look of reserved worry that he’s never seen before painted in his blue and green gaze. Vir’nas lowers his polearm as the tall Captain steps in close, the flush still washing beneath his skin growing brighter when the older man reaches out to touch at the soldier’s shoulder. “There will be no training this day.” He says softly as he pulls his hand away. “Our Queen’s chosen grows worse in his condition and I have been charged yet again with his care…” A frown of annoyance crosses Vir’nas’ features quickly before a feigned one of concern replaces it. “That’s not very fair to you, he’s not your pet. How are any of your men supposed to improve when she’s making you play babysitter?” A small shift in his Captain’s expression causes him to recant his words. “I-I didn’t mean like that… I just meant she’s having you perform duties someone else could do. How... is he anyway?” Bal’thial stares at the younger man a moment longer, contemplating the strike he’d very much like to issue out at the obvious contempt he feels for the Harbinger that taints his words. But he knows that doing so would setback their plans and being on the limited timetable they are currently on, a setback is something neither he or the blonde can stand. He needs his subordinate to do what he’s proven himself to do best… talk and if he were taken out, he wouldn’t be able to do this so instead he sighs when the other man’s words are quickly changed, allowing the worry to creep back into his mismatched gaze. “What I tell you, Vir’nas…” he starts slowly, taking a quick moment to look towards the entrance far beyond before looking back. “I tell no other…” the young soldier’s expression lights up and he nods, suddenly seeming hopeful at the confidence his Captain is putting in him and him alone. “He is sickly, that pet of hers… very sickly, and nothing either our Mistress has done, or myself has eased this strange illness in the slightest. It is beginning to worry me as his condition grows worse…” pulling a clawed hand up to his face, Bal’thial shakes his head. “I am unsure of what I can do, in all truth.” Vir’nas doesn’t like this at all, his Captain is being exposed to whatever that pet has. It’s bad enough he has to baby sit him. “And you don’t know what he’s sick with?” Bal’thial shakes his head and worry creeps in. “But sir… what if it’s contagious? Should someone as important as you be exposed to that? What if we all get exposed?” He wishes that stupid Harbinger would just die already and set his Captain free. It’s not fair. The young soldier’s expression turns serious. “Sir, what can I do to help? I want to ease the burden for you.” Bal’thial smiles a tired sort of smile. “It is enough that you are listening… and while I appreciate the concern, until I learn what this illness truly is, I would not risk you for exposure as well…” the smile fades and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Until our Mistress returns, I will be spending more time tending to the Harbinger as she wishes… and while there, I will trust you to keep confidence in what I have said. Training must continue regardless of my presence or not, as must the preparations for the newest campaign. Though… should you wish to bring me food while I am tethered to her chambers, I would not be adverse…” “Of course Sir, I would never say anything. Your trust means the world to me.” The mention of tethering brings a new flush to Vir’nas’ face as his mind shifts elsewhere before he quickly pushes the thoughts away. “I would be happy to bring you food and whatever else you need, even if it’s just for someone to listen. I can imagine it can get very lonely in there just tending to a sick man.” The young solider tries not to sound too overeager. If the Harbinger is out of it, maybe he and the Captain can sneak off to her terrace. “One does what one can to please our Queen.” The tall Captain sighs before uncrossing his arms only to reach out and pat the younger man lightly on the shoulder with a smile. “Thank you, Vir’nas. As always I know I will be able to count on you.” Pulling his hand away as his subordinate swallows hard and nods, metal adornments capping winding horns chime softly as he turns and moves towards the entranceway behind, speaking as he goes. “I must return, her Harbinger was not faring well when I left and I do not want to leave him alone for long.” “I-I will come by later to bring you food.” Vir’nas calls out as the Captain leaves, highly disappointed and annoyed at the situation. Bal’thial is his Captain, that stupid pet doesn’t deserve the kindness that man is capable of. He throws his pole arm on the dirt floor once the Captain has left in frustration. A small quirk of a smile forms, he can’t wait to tell the others that the Captain asked him to visit and bring food to the Queen’s chambers.
 Silken bedding sinks in just a little as he slides himself close by, clawed fingers trailing lightly over tangled strands of white blonde to move them away from Kso’ppghiel’s face before trailing the very tips down to trace over the lines of full lips. Soon they will take this man’s freedom and flee into the territories of his homelands, living wherever the winds carry them with no one but themselves to answer to. Slipping his hand down the Harbinger’s chin and tracing to the lines of his chest, he sighs before sliding his body onto his stomach directly to the Harbinger’s side, allowing blue and green eyes to slip closed. Clawed finger tips reach out, lightly running along the metal that adorns Bal’thial’s horns, white eyes cracking open slightly as a small smile graces Kso’ppghiel’s lips. “I find myself looking forward to not traveling alone for once, not being forced to turn to war to take my mind from things. I feel perhaps I was never truly free before… and that I will be now. You have already shown me so much, and for that I thank you.” A smile forms on Bal’thial’s mouth and he reopens his eyes to meet the pupiless white gaze besides him. “It has been many years since I have gone freelance… so do not thank me just yet.” Shifting up and sliding an arm to the Harbinger’s other side, long braided plaits spill down over broad shoulders as he positions his upper half just above the blonde. “You may find yourself missing these silken sheets and the conveniences a pampered life tends to bring.” A small laugh leaves the Harbinger. “Give me cold nights on rough sands any day over this. A pampered life is suffocation and I have been unable to breathe for far too long.” Kso’ppghiel turns his head towards the Captain, arching up to meet Bal’thial’s lips with his own. “I am hoping you will not be miserable out there away from your own silken sheets.” Leaning in again to claim another kiss as his hand rises up to trace down the sides of the blonde’s torso, he laughs quietly against Kso’ppghiel’s mouth. “I will just have to rest this spoiled head on your silken skin should the hard sands become too much after all this time.” slipping clawed fingers beneath the other man’s tunic, the Harbinger gasps quietly just before their mouths meet briefly again. “There will be no room for misery when you are the company I keep…” Just as Kso’ppghiel is about to speak, a quiet knock sounds on the door, drawing the attention of both men. The Harbinger smirks slightly before going back to his position of acting like death. Vir’nas stands outside the door to the Queen’s chamber, holding a tray of bread and fruit for him and the Captain. He doesn’t really want to expose himself to whatever it is the Harbinger has, but if Bal’thial’s exposed, he might as well since once they share a bed it won’t matter anyway. He’s really hoping that pet is just unconscious so he won’t interrupt their time together like he always does. Vir’nas did his best to keep quiet, but he felt it important that a couple of his closer friends know what was going on. He knows he can trust them. Besides, their eyes needed to stop wandering all over the Captain and he has to make sure they know Bal’thial’s taken. Leaning down, the tall Captain makes a quick nip at the blonde’s lips that breaks his composure for the briefest of moments and causes him to smile before he pulls away and slides himself free of the bed. Taking a deep breath in and allowing a small amount of feigned emotion to creep into pale features, a few long strides carry him casually towards the wide double doors. Within moments the spell is spoken to unlock those same doors, and he swings one partially open to meet mismatched eyes with hard yellow. “Ah, food... thank you Vir’nas…” Bal’thial says quietly as he takes a step to the side. “Bring it inside.” “O-of course, Sir.” The younger man steps through, looking around at everything inside as the Captain reseals the doors behind him. He’s been in the Queen’s chamber before, but not nearly long enough to take a good look around. It’s normally only been when her stupid pet wants to misbehave. Yellow eyes move towards the figure lying in bed. He really looked sick, he wasn't even breathing right. A soft grip on his shoulder startles Vir’nas and he jumps slightly, turning around to meet Bal’thial face to face and flushing a bright red before his eyes pull away from mesmerizing blue and green. “I-I wasn’t sure what you would like. So I kind of guessed.” Mismatched eyes slip down to sweep across the tray of various fruits and meats and he nods, confident that Kso’ppghiel will enjoy what’s been brought to them. “This is good as I am not very particular, set it down over there.” Bal’thial motions towards the marble pedestals near the sides of the bed. “Be careful not to disturb the Queen’s chosen or get too close… I am still unsure of this illness and would not want you compromised…” The young soldier nods nervously before turning towards the bed. He really, really didn’t want to get close to that thing. Reluctantly, he starts taking the steps that carry him over to the bedside and Vir’nas carefully sets the tray down, unable to help himself as he gawks at the figure sleeping off to the side. What does their Queen see in these things? They’re just mindless dogs, all muscle and no brain. A ranga would probably make a better pet. He bets this one can’t even fight well. A shift of movement catches his attention and Vir’nas pulls himself away, hoping his staring wasn’t noticed. He reforms his nervous smile as he walks back towards his Captain. The white haired man’s gaze catches pupiless white when they crack open just as the younger soldier turns away, a look of soft amusement exchanged between he and the Harbinger that’s quickly pushed away once hard yellow eyes turn towards him again. Vir’nas shifts nervously once he’s stopped directly to Bal’thial’s front, the hope in his eyes as evident as the worry also painted within. He knows this one has fancied him since he began service a few years prior, and his eagerness and inability to close his mouth is why he’d chosen him to become the appearance needed after that incident a few weeks prior, but he wonders mildly what exactly the other soldier expects from him while standing here in their Queen’s chambers. Or if in truth, he’d even know what to do with himself if he got it. “Thank you.” The tall Captain says to break the silence, reaching out to slide his hand over his subordinate’s shoulder while turning to move him back towards the entrance behind. “As before, what you have done is appreciated… though I would not want you exposed to this too long…” “I think he can stay just a moment longer.” Kso’ppghiel’s soft words stop the pair and they turn back around as the Harbinger slowly pushes himself out of bed. He’s really hoping after the food, some of his energy will return. The blonde walks forward as steady as he can manage while hard yellow eyes widen in surprise. Clawed fingers shove the young soldier away and Kso’ppghiel pulls the Captain towards him, threading a hand into white braids to bring the taller man close. Their eyes meet and for that moment, Vir’nas can see the powerful emotion the two share seconds before their lips crash together in an intense kiss. The younger soldier simply stands staring in shock as he watches the Queen’s pet putting his lips all over the tall Captain’s own, his Captain’s own, the sheer amount of emotion reflected in mismatched blue and green something he’s only been able to dream about since day one. A clawed hand slides up to his mouth as the white haired man slowly turns the Harbinger around to press him against the frame of the door directly behind, a sly sort of smile gracing Bal’thial’s lips when they manage to break back in the slightest. “You are still too sick to be away from the bed…” Shame and anger and disbelief begins to shift through the Captain’s subordinate when pupiless white eyes glint in the slightest at the taller man’s words before the blonde grips tighter in snow colored braids and yanks the one he holds back down meet him for another intense kiss. Kso’ppghiel arches their bodies together, both for the benefit of the one standing behind and the fact that he missed this contact with the Captain far too much. When the two finally break, a small smile forms over his lips. “I will deal with the repercussions of my activity later. As for now, it has been far too long in between not being able to touch you.” White eyes shift over to shocked yellow. “I also felt it necessary for this one to understand the reality of where your heart lies since his purpose has been served.” The young soldier’s expression shifts as he slowly pulls his fingers away from his own mouth, hard yellow narrowing towards pupiless white. “What…” he starts as his gaze shifts up towards the taller man’s. “Captain, what’s he talking about, what’s going on?” The smile reforms on the white haired man’s lips and he slips his free hand down to pull Kso’ppghiel’s up and lay it flat over his heart as he holds his subordinate’s eyes. “What he is talking about, Vir’nas is exactly as seems…” blue and green slide back over and a serious expression shifts across his features “the heart beating beneath this hand belongs to the same man holding it… the first and only I have ever wanted to give it to.” Kso’ppghiel smiles as Bal’thial’s heart beats strongly under his hand. “It is the same in return.” White eyes return to yellow and he smirks slightly. “The beating, the discipline, his fondness towards you… it was just a show, child. If the Captain had wanted to bed you, it would have been done the first night. Your duty was to do the thing you were best at…” He grins wickedly. “Running your mouth. I thank you for fulfilling your duty.” A smirk of amusement flickers across Bal’thial’s lips just as anger flashes in the younger soldier’s. He was being used? This entire time?! How... how could his Captain choose the Queen’s… bed toy over him? He might as well be bedding one of her rangas! Hard yellow eyes flash over to meet mismatched blue and green, hoping for the briefest of moments that the white haired man will tell him this is some big joke and when he finds nothing but truth painted within, he flushes hard in shame and drops his head. “You don’t deserve him.” He whispers, balling his fists while he shakes softly in his attempts to keep himself in check, wanting nothing more than to reach out and push the Harbinger away in the same manner he’d been pushed to begin with but not daring to do it at all. “Think what you will, it does not matter. Your judgment does not change the outcome, nor his feelings on the matter.” Kso’ppghiel says matter-of-factly. “I am surprised for someone you hold such reverence for; you do not respect his feelings or decision. Perhaps there a good reason you were not within his scope.” His lips move forward to brush Bal’thial’s briefly before he reluctantly lets go of the Captain, turning to walk back towards the bed and stopping as he reaches the young soldier. “I had told you he had little interest in you.” The young subordinate’s face flushes bright and hard yellow shoot up to meet calm pupiless white. How… how dare this stupid pet say this all to him?! He hates him with everything that he is and he doesn’t know what he’s done to fool his Captain the way he has, but he wants to hit him, or strike, or something to call the thing at its game. For a moment it seems as if Vir’nas will lash out and near the door, the tall Captain simply watches with a quirked eyebrow, rather amused at his subordinate’s attempts to stand his ground until the unyielding gaze of the Harbinger forces the shorter man to drop his eyes. Turning swiftly and practically storming towards him, Vir’nas refuses to meet his Captain’s mismatched eyes when he stops just to his side. “Let me out.” He whispers, face still flushed bright red and with the softest of smirks, the spell slips free of full lips to allow the shorter man free. Kso’ppghiel smiles as he settles back in the bed, pulling a piece of bread off the tray and eating for the first time in days. It took far too much energy to keep himself upright in front of that child. The spell locking the doors reaches his ears as the Captain walks back towards the Harbinger, settling down beside him. The blonde’s eyes close as claw tipped fingers of the taller man comb briefly through his hair. “I am sure the boy will get over it… I do not feel he would risk his personal credibility with the truth. The look on his face, however…” A white eye cracks open to meet Bal’thial’s mismatched gaze. “Was highly amusing.” A laugh slips free of the white haired man’s mouth as he slides his fingers free of light blonde locks and sits back besides the Harbinger. “It was that. I thought for a moment he might actually explode.” Long braided plaits spill down broad shoulders as the tall Captain slips a hand besides Kso’ppghiel’s legs and leans across him to reach over towards the tray to grab some fruit. “That child has dreams… but he is lacking far too many qualities that are needed to catch my eye.” “I think I would have enjoyed if he had. It would have certainly proved he was much more than simply weak.” The blonde’s fingers move across the pale skin of the Captain’s arms as he reaches over. “Though even in this state, I feel he would have not been an issue to defend against. I am sure he feels I am manipulating you in some form to get your attentions.” Kso’ppghiel grins. “Though what he does not realize is… you did kiss me first.” The tall Captain laughs as he tilts his head over, brushing his lips against the Harbinger’s while his mismatched gaze remains locked with pupiless white. “It was not something I could help. You made it impossible for me to resist.” Tilting his head just a little more to sweep across Kso’ppghiel’s mouth, he grins and pulls back when the blonde attempts to close the gap between them. Dropping the half eaten bread in his hands, the shorter man reaches up to once again grasp onto plaits of snow colored hair in order to hold Bal’thial’s head still as he leans in again to close the gap, but before he can contact he finds himself falling back against the silken fabric below, two clawed hands wrapped around his wrists and the taller man’s body straddling his own. Blue and green eyes glint as he slides his arms up and leans down, plaited strands spilling over his shoulders and metal adornments chiming from the sudden movements. “Vir’nas may be no challenge Harbinger… but you and I are more evenly matched and in this state…” tightening his hold over the blonde’s wrists he tilts his head in once again, brushing full lips while speaking directly against Kso’ppghiel’s mouth. “…you are at my mercy once again…” “While normally I will allow no one to hold me down without a fight…” The Harbinger speaks softly against Bal’thial’s lips. “I am finding myself liking this position… at your mercy.” He smiles before wrenching his arms up only to have them slammed back down against the sheets, the grip on his wrists tightening harshly. They meet in a delicate kiss as the Captain forces his legs between the blonde’s and Kso’ppghiel’s own wrap around the one above. A soft moan leaves them both as their hips meet, rocking lightly against each other as the kiss deepens. The hard press of excited flesh between them sends the Harbinger’s mind swimming. He wants this man to hold him down, to take absolute control. He wants to fight knowing he will ultimately lose. Loss of control is always something he’s abhorred, even more so since coming to this place, but Bal’thial has awakened something inside him he didn’t even know was there. It frightens just as much as it intrigues. The tall Captain smiles a little wickedly against the blonde’s mouth as he slides strong arms farther up above Kso’ppghiel’s head to transfer both wrists into one grip. The movement brings their bodies even closer and as white eyes slide shut while full lips begin marking a pathway along the line of his jaw, a quiet sound filled with longing escapes him before he can stop it. “I am finding I quite like you in this position as well.” Bal’thial whispers before sharp fangs bite down on the delicate curve of his ear, causing the one beneath him to arch up hard and renew his attempts to pull his hands free of the grip that holds him. But the white haired man’s grip remains strong and as he begins trailing the claws of his free hand swiftly down towards the linen ties keeping the light fabric barrier between them strong, the Harbinger’s head shifts to the side and their mouths crash together all over again. Bal’thial takes his time once the ties have been removed, parting the fabric and running the back of claw tipped fingers lightly along the Harbinger’s muscled abdomen on his way down to structured hips. His touch dips below the waistline of linen pants, Kso’ppghiel moaning into the kiss as the Captain grazes hard flesh. The Harbinger struggles again, wanting nothing more than to do the same to the one above, feeling the taller man’s soft skin against his own fingers. Bal’thial pulls his own hips away just long enough to slide the blonde’s pants away, returning to his position quickly and beginning on his own to remove all barriers between their skin. Another moan slips into the air, issued out in between gritted teeth when the Captain’s body slides teasingly against sensitive flesh. Pupiless white eyes snap open to meet mismatched blue and green, one fiery gaze staring deep into another as the Harbinger tightens his legs around the built frame above in an attempt to bring them completely together. The action earns him a wicked smile moments before the white haired man reaches back up to grasp Kso’ppghiel’s wrists and on one fluid movement he yanks them both back to slide himself up onto his knees. Twisting the Harbinger’s arms around behind him and shifting them again into a one handed grip, clawed fingers slip around his waist soon after just as the blonde’s knees hit the bedding below to keep the shorter man partially suspended above his body for only a moment before Bal’thial allows the blonde to slide completely down. A gritted cry rips into the surrounding air, drowning the moan that spills directly against his chest when their bodies connect, the Harbinger arching back as far as the Captain’s hold on him will allow when excited flesh thrusts deep inside. Both men begin to pant as their hips strain against each other, the movements slow and gentile, the Captain’s free hand traveling around to the small of the blonde’s back to bring him close and emphasize each thrust. Hard flesh moves between them, the touch of Bal’thial’s skin against the Harbinger’s own bringing him ever closer to the edge. The white haired man shifts them slowly back, keeping a tight grip on Kso’ppghiel as his back hits the mattress below, changing the angle of his thrusts as they both moan in the action, lips once again seeking the other out almost desperately. The blonde strains in the white haired man’s grip, unable to free his arms from the firm hold as each new thrust in of perfect hips pushes both closer to the horizon that suddenly looms ahead. The heat of the Harbinger’s body is incredible and it takes every bit of restraint Bal’thial has to keep the pace gentle and slow as he wants desperately to meld himself with the one he holds so that neither will be able to tell where they begin or end. Every place their skin contacts burns him straight down to the core, every movement brings a shuddering twist at its end and soon both men are snapping their hips together as panting moans drift throughout the air. As Kso’ppghiel leans in again to claim another fire edged kiss, the press of sweat slicked skin signals the very end as one hard thrust up sends them both flying. The Harbinger tears his mouth away and arches back as release takes him over, the Captain’s back pulling free of the bedding below moments before sharp teeth sink just above his chest when Bal’thial falls over as well. The Harbinger’s wrists are released, his hands immediately flying up to slide into braided plaits to pull the Captain’s face close. Their fiery gazes lock as they both begin to calm, neither man wanting to pull away. Bal’thial frees himself, grabbing Kso’ppghiel and dragging him off sweat soaked sheets and towards the bath. The Blonde chuckles slightly. “I think that is the first time I have actually enjoyed coupling in this room.”
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