Ancient History

A/N: Two more installments. Yay! Two, I say, yes two. This is the first one. Installment three picks up directly after this one.

War was never a pretty affair. Horrible as well as grueling were far more apt descriptions. It was only the late-night 'strategy' meetings with the Elven General, Asher that kept Urick from going out of his mind. He mindlessly removed his armor, dropping it piece by piece into a bloody heap. There'd be time to clean it later. Like maybe after he screwed Asher into the ground.

He just wanted to forget the blood for a while. He just wanted to have his pretty Elven lover beneath him... or above him. All his pin-straight blonde hair spread out everywhere, caressing their skin. He liked the way the tips of it tickled over him, the way the length of it slithered over his skin. No self-respecting human man would have hair so long. But Asher wasn't human. The pointed ears that stuck out of his hair really gave it away. Urick liked his ears too. He liked to suck on them while his cock was buried inside the smaller man's ass because his muscles would clench and spasm oh-so-deliciously around him.

His cheeks would burn with a hot flush and he'd make these wickedly delectable cries and moans. He could get loud, too. Urick liked to see if he could work him up to his loudest, and past it. The louder Asher was the better job Urick was doing but when he got to a certain point, a certain level of pleasure then all he'd do was whimper.

But Urick had to be careful. He couldn't have people hearing them. He had to swallow all those noises and that meant kissing. He liked Asher's mouth too. His mouth was so hot and slick and he fought back. He couldn't stand the thought of giving in so easily. It was the reason he was such a good soldier, such a good general. Urick liked to force his tongue past Asher's resisting lips and do battle with his tongue to take control of his mouth and plunder it's treasures.

He liked his lips as well, especially when they were bruised and puffy from brutal kisses or from sucking on his length. He liked the sight of Asher pulling away from his erection, strings of saliva and pre-come stretching as a fragile connection between them, trembling for a few panting breath's before breaking as Asher pulled away to lay back or to kneel on hands and knees, watching him over his shoulder, his eyes begging for a good fucking.

There was simply no way to resist him. He was too beautiful. Too fuckable. He acted so innocent sometimes but when he got worked up he could be a real horny slut. It was a combination like two people all wrapped up and tangled into one that always had the ability to make a shiver run down his spine. Always had the ability to let him forget the blood and the gore that coated him during the day.

He began to hate it. To hate the feeling of blood on his skin, his clothes. He hated the sight of it on his lover. But getting clean while traveling and doing war was difficult. It was rare they had time at night to heat up water for a bath and rarer still the time to actually enjoy it. But Urick hates the taste of blood that isn't Asher's on Asher's skin as much as he hates the grimy feel on his own.

He's found some creative ways to get clean. He stares blindly at his heap of bloody armor as he remembers the waterfall. The stream was swift-moving and had no places where it pooled more than a few inches deep. But there was a place where a rock-slide had created a steep drop. The water raced over an outcropping before hitting the ground again about eight feet below. It had been cold but not bitterly so therefore it hadn't stopped them.

Water droplets and tendrils of blond hair clung to a slender neck. Urick peeled away the hair and licked away the water droplets. Asher moaned softly and arched his body back against Urick's. He liked the escapism of their exploits together as much as Urick did. He knew what was coming when he stripped down for their shower and he was already hard from anticipation and being washed by his lover's wicked, teasing hands. His ass pressed against an answering hardness.

Urick wanted to draw it out. But it didn't matter. No fighting that day. No need to bother savoring it. He could have Asher as many times as he could get it up. Asher never objected. He begged for it instead, showing his slutty side that was very different from the way he hesitantly, shyly removed his clothes around Urick.

He pulled away a little to get his pants and the vial inside them but as soon as he turned away an elegant, strong hand was gripping his wrist, tugging him back.

"Don't leave me." He begged aloud but the look in his eyes belied the fact that he didn't just mean now. He meant that Urick wasn't allowed to get hurt on the battlefield. He had to come back so they could do this again. He had to keep coming back because going on without him would be worthless.

Urick turned back to face his lover, spray from the fall splattering on both their skin as Asher looked up, letting Urick see the look in his eyes. The hand on his wrist loosened but didn't let go. "Please?"

Urick arched up an eyebrow. His mind raced but he chose not to give voice to the unspoken words and instead acknowledged the more literal meaning of the statement. "I'm only going three feet away to get some oil." He responded reassuringly. "But you can come with me if you like." He offered placatingly.

"Don't." He whispered. "We don't need it."

"I'll hurt you..."

"Good. It doesn't..." His cheeks rapidly stained red as he looked down again. "It doesn't hurt enough anymore. Not like the first time. I-"

"Shhh." Urick murmured, pressing his lips against Asher's. "You don't have to explain. I understand."

"It's not... sinful?" Asher whispered, blue eyes a little wide.

"Considering your sexual preferences?" He murmured, almost amused. "It's more of a gift..." He pressed two fingers up against Asher's mouth. The shorter elf took them into his mouth and sucked them, swirling his tongue around the digits, coating them with saliva. He gave them up only reluctantly when Urick pulled his hand away. He slid his fingers between the cheeks of his lover's ass and pressed in both fingers at once without warning. "It means that when I do this-" He spread his fingers sharply and twisted them viscously inside his lover. "It has you trembling with need instead of crying and begging me to stop."

He smirked and continued with his preparation, more carefully now. "It means that when I bend you over that boulder over there and fuck you you're going to be so fucking tight around my cock. There's going to be so much friction. You'll tear and bleed but it wont matter because the pain will be making your cock harder. When I grip your hips hard enough to bruise so I can fuck you faster you'll moan and beg me for more, wont you?"

"Yes." Asher whispered half-inaudibly. His eyes were fluttered partly closed, his lips open so little panting breaths could pass between them. A pink tongue darted out to lick over his lips and he whimpered. Urick reversed their positions so he had hold of both of the other general's wrists and force-marched him over to the boulder. It was just at waist-height for Asher- perfect to bend him over.

He really had to grip Asher's hips tight to keep him still so he could force his cock inside him. He'd been fucking the elven man for months but the tightness was astonishing and he was almost too tight for him to even force himself in. Finally his ill-prepared anus gave a little and Urick plunged inside all at once.

He fucked Asher brutally and his smaller lover writhed and moaned in pleasure until suddenly he began to give off barely audible whimpers as Urick shifted a little inside him and began to pummel his prostate at the same time as he was practically raping him. They had both already been aroused and this time, they didn't last long at all.


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