Aftermath

I've started writing again. Yay.

It's... not for any of my current stories. Boo?

I started this with an attempt to write the result of Durth's daring Una. It kind of went sideways and was difficult to write. Nothing like going bright red as people walk in on you writing dirty things.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




Durth moaned and arched under Una, muscles pulled tight as he clawed at the blankets and clenched the fabric in his fingers. Una paused as Durth shuddered, head thrown back and eyes closed. He didn’t think he could take any more, yet whenever he thought that, Una managed to pull him back from the brink. Just barely.

The immortal breathed calm as could be, lips twitching upward for the briefest of moments before he bent close to Durth. Una bending down pushed Durth’s hips into the mound of blankets, altering the angle of the thrust that made Durth cry out. Durth reached for flesh, no longer satisfied with digging his nails in the blankets, he dug them into Una’s shoulders instead. A shoulder was close to him, so he bit it to muffle the sounds coming from him, to try to stop the pleas for more and the begging for it to stop.

“Almost,” Una whispered, to which Durth whined and bit down harder, “Al-” Una clenched his jaw and paused for the briefest moment, shuddering. The immortal breathed against Durth’s neck and thrust, moaning.

Una thrust faster, pulling Durth over the edge and into oblivion. Durth sighed in relief and let the world slip away. Una withdrew and dropped beside Durth, tugging the blankets up around them. The young man rolled onto his side and snuggled close to Una, pressing his face into the crook of Una’s neck.

The trailer smelt funny, he would have to air it out the next morning, before the storms swept through the plains as they did every year. He would wash the launder before dawn and have it hanging as the sun rose, mingling lavender with wash water to freshen the fabrics up. While the laundry hung to dry he could scrub the whole inside of the trailer with hot water and soap, then rub lemon oils into the wood to help preserve it. After all was scrubbed and washed, if he finished early enough, perhaps he and Una could sit down over a cup of tea and go over their keepsakes, thinking of old times.

Durth jerked upward and looked around the dark trailer. All light, the sunlight and the quiet warmth he had been seeing had all been in his head. The smell, even the smell, had been in his head. But as he strained in the darkness, he did get the smallest whiff of lemon. The air was damp and thunder rolled overhead, the one window that was open let in the sound of the rain as it poured outside. It was comforting to be inside and listen to the rain outside of the trailer.

“Durth?” Una whispered and sat up, “what’s wrong?”

“Did we have sex?”

Una made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a growl, “yes. I shall have teeth and nail marks for weeks to show for it.”

“Oh.” Durth forced himself to lay back down beside Una.

“Why? What happened?” Una murmured in Durth’s ear, wrapping an arm around the young man and drawing him close, “did you have a nightmare?”

“No, just.” Durth shook his head and rubbed a hand through his hair, “a dream that felt so real that I thought it was.”

“Close your eyes and try to sleep, darling. Morning will be here soon and then we need to carry on.”

“I thought we were staying here a bit!” Durth protested, “I tire of the road, Una, I tire of it something terrible and you always promise we’ll settle down but we never do.”

Una sat up and breath out loudly.

“What?” Durth sat up, very nearly smacking himself on Una’s shoulder, he turned it into a kiss instead, “did you hear something?”

“I did,” Una murmured. The immortal was silent a moment before he sighed again and drew his knees up, setting his head on them. Durth shifted closer to Una and wrapped his arms around the older man. He didn’t understand what the problem was.

And then he did, with sickening realisation, Durth placed the oddity of his words. He gave Una’s shoulder a kiss and pulled away, upset that it had happened. More than anything he was confused, because when he had spoken he had been Durth, completely and utterly Durth, he recalled everything from his current lifetime and couldn’t access memories from before.

Yet he had spoken like he guessed Tyz might have.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“Don’t be sorry, you’ve no control over it,” Una responded, head still on his knees.

“Come sleep.”

“I’ve lost my appetite for sleep.”

“What have you an appetite for, then?”

Una sighed and slid out of the bed. Durth heard the sound of fabric rustling and assumed that Una was getting dressed.

“What are you-” Durth moved towards Una, leaning towards the man but trying not to run into him in the darkness that was the inside of the trailer.

“Going out, stay in the bed.”

“But why, Una, I’m sorry, I said I was sorry-”

“I said stay in the bed, Durth,” Una leaned over the bed, close to Durth’s face, “I said there is nothing for you to be sorry about. I am simply going to go for a walk. I will be back before morning and we can talk then. Just. Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“I’m not some chit you can just order about whenever you please!”

“If you come out into the rain with me, you will get sick and die, stay inside.” Una growled, straightening, “besides, you can’t see in the dark, I can.”

“You can-” Durth squeaked and tugged the blankets up over him.

He could practically see Una arching an eyebrow at his embarrassment as the immortal muttered, “I’ve already seen every part of your body. Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“I thought you ran a clean trailer.”

“I do,” Una responded, moving towards the door, “it’s a saying from the old world.”

“Oh.”

“Go to sleep.”

“I’ll try.”

Una opened the door, letting the creeping cold and wet from outside in for the briefest of moments before he closed the door. Durth stared up at the ceiling a very long time before he decided it was too cold in the trailer to sleep. He got up and, not knowing where any more blankets were, went to the stove. It took a lot of groping about and miss-strikes on the flint to get a little fire going in the iron stove that sat in the corner of the trailer.

When the fat stove had a nice little fire going, Durth closed the door of the stove, opened the vent that all stoves had and thanked the gods that Raya had shown him how to use the stoves. He shuffled back to the bed, with a little light and a bit more heat, and crawled under the blankets.

Despite what he had said, Durth couldn’t sleep. He lay awake the night through and knew it was almost morning because his body was trying to rouse him from the bed. Una finally came back into the trailer and stripped himself of his clothing, dressed in new clothing and turned towards Durth.

“You didn’t sleep.”

“Couldn’t,” Durth said, trying to sound pitiful as could be, “with you gone from the bed.”

Una smiled in the dim light and slid onto the bed, laying overtop of the blankets. His hair still wet, Una set his head on Durth’s shoulder and sighed out.

“I had a night out, I talked to Mother, I feel better. She thinks I’ve been distancing myself to protect my heart from more pain. I told her she was crazy.”

“You can talk to Mother?”

“Yes, she doesn’t always talk back,” Una murmured, “but often. Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Because the troupe will awaken in an hour or so and want to pack up and move on to get out of the village before the storms sweep through. If we’re caught here during the storms, we’ll be very wet when we leave or we’ll have to stay a month. I had planned on staying the season out but you need a Whisper. Thus we need to leave between storms. So. Close your eyes.”

Durth sighed and closed his eyes, “doesn’t mean I’ll sleep.”

Even before he finished the sentence, Durth drifted off.

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