Ancient History

A/N: Installment two. Enjoy.


His eyes refocused reluctantly on the pile of miserable-looking bloody armor. He kicked the pile viscously, angry at it. It had saved his life today. The score through the metal of the chest-plate was deep. The much damage to the metal would have been ten times worse to his own soft flesh. He would have died without it. But the blood. The battle. The whole fucking war! And the blood that caked his hands. It was so damn hard to clean off!

He drew his foot back for another kick and stopped. Instead he gathered up the pieces and sat down to clean them. Clean they looked more innocent and he was able to whisper a thanks to them. Asher's thanks, for allowing him to come back again. Because in his mind he could acknowledge all the unspoken things that couldn't be said aloud.

When was the last time he had been clean? Really clean? It must have been two months ago. It had been some crazy fucking holy week for the enemy. No one fights on holy days, understand. It's a wonder that the Romans were such great conquerors, what with their having to take ever other day off from fighting. Huh. Maybe the rest did something for them. Must be it.

They had been graciously taken into the mansion of a local noble. His damn manor had been built on top of hotsprings so there were no baths upstairs but the bathing facilities downstairs more than made up for it. The hot water was amazing. They must have spent two hours getting completely clean.

"I think I'm half-ready to send a prayer up to the enemy gods just for the break for the war this holy weeks allows." Asher joked as they lounged in the water. Joking wasn't the elven man's strong suit and it came out half-cynical but it still garnered a laugh from his partner.

"I'll pray with you." He teased back.

"You wouldn't pray if I made you." Asher shot back. Urick grinned suddenly, giving in.

"Maybe I wouldn't." He gave in. "But I can certainly make you pray." He purred.

"Pray?" Asher didn't sound like he believed the boast of his fellow general.

"Beg. Pray. Supplicate. Plead. Implore." Urick rattled off synonyms easily. "Whatever." He said nonchalantly.

"You're so sure about that?" Asher teased. Urick sat up straighter in the bath, his eyes turning predatory.

"Is that a challenge?" But he didn't wait for an answer. He was on his lover in a moment, his mouth muffling a phrase that might have come out as: 'if you want it to be.' He kissed Asher hungrily, taking advantage of his attempt at speech to plunder his mouth. Asher's tongue slid slickly against his, fighting against him and not giving in for long moments, managing to keep up until Urick pulled away.

He nibbled along his neck. He liked to leave bite and suck marks in obvious places that Asher couldn't cover up. He liked to hear the men sniggering about them and teasing Asher and wanting to know who his 'special friend' was and if he/she was as talented with their mouth on other places than his neck. Asher always blushed and stammered and acted so fucking innocent that it was adorable. Even after these past months.

He reached out and grabbed the bottle of oil and just tipped the whole thing into the water. He ran his fingers through the slick it made on the top of the water and brought them down to Asher's entrance as he raised his head to kiss him again. His lips didn't part so easily this time but the gasp that escaped when he shoved his lightly-slicked fingers inside his unprepared portal gave him an advantage and he kissed him forcefully as he jerked his fingers in and out in sharp movements.

He drew away just to see how Asher looked half-melted over the side of the bath, his lips parted and panting, blue eyes dark with lust and half-lidded, watching him, his body jerking in little spasms as he thrust his hips in the hot water to meet Urick's fingers. His fingers were not nearly rough enough for Asher, nor big enough. The water swirling around him was not stimulating enough and Urick was just far enough away to prevent their erections from touching despite the elven man's efforts.

It was remarkably easy to get Asher to beg. The tormenting stimulation seemed to quickly erase his determination not to plead with him.

"Oh, god, Urick." The words seemed to pry themselves from Asher's lips, unwilling. "Mercy."

Having gotten what he wanted Urick removed his fingers from inside the smaller man. They were quickly replaced with the blunt intrusion of his cock. The head popped inside and then he used a slightly slippery grip and the force of gravity to pull Asher down fully onto his cock. His thrusts were short and shallow because he not only didn't want to leave the warmth of the warm water but also he didn't want to hurt Asher's back against the side of the tub.

He tried to draw it out. He tried. He tried to go slow, to draw the thrusts out more. But the tightness and friction was intense and the sound of Asher's whimpers was like an electric charge shooting straight down his spine to his cock. The part that really did it though, was not the feeling of Asher's muscles spasming as he came hard- but the fact that he'd come from being fucked, without even having been touched.

He sat with Asher cradled in his lap, still in the hot water of the tub.

"I won." He stated absently.

"Won?"

"I believe your exact words were: 'Oh- [i]God[/i]- Urick. Mercy.' Sounds like a prayer to me." Asher made a face but nodded.

"Guess you're right. But what do you win, oh high-and-mighty god-among-men, Urick?"

"I think- I think you as my slave for the day should be sufficient." Asher looked mildly horrified and Urick had to chuckle.

A/N: What's this? A cliff hanger? Perhaps. Might write more. Might not. Who knows?