Without Words

A/N: This was written on commission from Amskitty214 at Gaia-online. If you liked this story and want to commission one yourself I direct you to my account on Gaia. It's jacequin. If you don't have a account there you can still ask. I'd probably accept artwork or free plugs. *nods*

WARNING: This story also contains bashing of Baptists and other religious groups, mostly for their views on homosexuality. One of the characters is also an conscious, animate, corpse of an Elf no less. The other character ripped out his soul and sold it to Satan for immortality. There aren't any pre-existing warnings for that sort of thing or they'd be there. So if you don't like any of the things I mentioned: Go away and don't flame me. It's not my fault you're an idiot.


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Theirs was a most unconventional marriage. Though not for the reasons that might jump to most people's minds. He had specifically requested that the words to end their wedding be: 'I now pronounce your, once two souls, now bound as one.' Because I now pronounce 'I now pronounce you man and man or husband and husband' just sounded stupid. Plus, it added a touch of irony as he wasn't actually in possession of his soul, having made a deal with Lucifer in order that he might live forever. And whether or not his lover had a soul.... was rather under debate. Did an Elf have a soul? Did an animate corpse have a soul?

So a Baptist would be thoroughly horrified that two men had been married. Never mind that they were a dead Elf and a soulless 'Satan-worshiper' respectively. They'd probably try to burn their house down with them inside it and, if they succeeded, no doubt they'd put it in their anti-gay seminars. He could hear it now: "Being gay puts you in league with SATAN! You will BURN IN HELL!" Except the fact that he was never going to die and therefore wouldn't go to hell. And Asher was dead so going to hell was probably out for him as well.

He reflected on this in amusement as he stood on the balcony of their flat, smoking. Not that Asher would really have minded if he smoked inside but the cold air against the bare skin of his chest was as much of a perk-me-up as the nicotine. He had a rather impressive scar that went from the hole in his chest up over his right shoulder and side of his neck to the right side of his face. If you ignored the scar you could see he had a lean, muscular build. He was 5'11' and looked quite young in form despite shoulder-length white hair. Though in combination with his sharp blue eyes he looked quite fierce.

But his scars were nothing compared to those of his lover, who was covered in them. He looked permanently battered and as Asher was half a foot shorter, Urick had been accused, many times, of bashing on his husband. But no matter his scars, he loved each and every one. He threw down the butt of his cigarette and watched it until his eyes could no longer pick it out as it fell down the stories to the street. He turned and walked inside rather feeling in the mood to do something that would surely have the Christian's screaming.

He cocked his head to the side, listening to the sounds inside their apartment and decided that Asher must be in the shower. He padded through the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. He slipped silently inside despite his frame. He closed the door without a noise and shucked his jeans. He slid back the door to the shower and pressed himself up against the back of his, until now, oblivious lover. He was frightfully skinny and fragile-looking with no extra to him anywhere to soften the structure of his face or the sharpness of his bones. But the feel of the Elf pressed all down Urick's front was a familiar and certainly pleasant one.

"Urick?" Asher said softly.

"Shhh..." He whispered. They didn't need to speak with voices for this. Their bodies could do all the talking. He eased back away from his smaller lover, deciding to take things a little slower. He smiled to himself as he got Asher's shampoo. It was 'Sugar Snap Cinnamon' scented. It was supposed to be like sugar snap peas and cinnamon. But it was more sugar, less snap, moderate amounts of cinnamon and it's lack of pea-ness should put the advertizers to shame. But he liked the smell of it. He liked being able to smell the scent in the long, straight black hair. It was such a contrast to his own wavy white hair, but he liked it that way. He dumped a whole bunch of shampoo on top of Asher's head and then began to wash his hair. The silky strands slid slickly through his fingers as he lathered the black mass. The vaguely cinamon sweet scent of the shampoo rose up to tickle his nose. He cupped Asher's chin to tilt his head back and then used his hip to bump him in the back and urge him forward under the spray. The water cascaded over both of them though more so over Asher and the soap slowly rinsed from his hair.

But Urick should have known that his lover would become impatient with this, with his seemingly bound-less self-control. Asher turned and placed his smaller hands on his husband's chest, paying no special attention to the scar or anything else. His orange gaze said clearly that Urick should stop fucking around and making him wait.

He chuckled and settled his larger hands on the Elf's thin hips then ran his hands up over his sides, he could feel the sharpness of his ribs under his hands. Urick liked how delicate, how fragile the smaller man felt while at the same time he knew how much abuse he could take. Asher was shooting him an impatient glare by the time he slid his hands down the scarred back to his ass, digging his fingers into the round globes to get a good grip on the slick flesh and hoisting him up, a sharply indrawn breath that he held as he lifted was the only only sign of exertion. It wasn't that his lover weighed a lot, he weighed very little compared to the average human his height but the angle was bad for lifting him but he managed anyway.

Strong legs wrapped around his waist right away to help hold up the Elf's weight but also to open him up and Urick could easily guess that Asher meant to tease him, giving him the knowledge that it would be so very easy to just thrust inside him right now. He pressed him up against the wall of the shower so his weight was supported mostly by the wall and partly by himself. He offered his fingers to the Elf's lips and had them immediately devoured, sucking and nibbling and licking and Urick couldn't help but think how that mouth felt when it was doing those things to his cock. No doubt that was Asher's intention. He pulled his fingers free and then reached back between his husband's legs and pressed a finger inside him, working it in and out quickly then adding another, scissoring those together to stretch him further and then he had three fingers inside him and he was fucking him with them, moving his fingers in and out and moving them apart.

But they were both impatient and it was definitely too soon that he removed his fingers and used his hand to guide his cock to the Elf's barely prepared entrance, pressing too quickly, too roughly inside. Orange eyes squinched closed in pain but in contradiction a moan left the smaller man's lips. Urick would have smirked at that if he hadn't been moaning himself at the feel of sinking into the tightness of his lover's body. He always preferred sex this way, so that he could see his lover's expression as he fucked him, moving his cock in and out of delicious restriction of his passage.

He set a rhythm of short, shallow thrusts in and out of Asher, easily finding his prostate on his thrusts in through much practice. He lowered his head to the Elf's and kissed him, invading his mouth and mimicking with his tongue what his cock was doing. He moved from his mouth but he didn't stop kissing him so much as move the location of his kisses though as they moved they grew rougher as he nibbled and sucked and then bit his way along his jaw and throat, leaving a trail of marks all the while the little Elf moaned from what he was doing to him. His hand came up and he toyed with his nipples one at a time, playing with one until it was peaked and surely throbbing with pleasure before he ignored it in favor of tracing his fingers over a scar or around the sensitive divot of his belly-button.

But this hadn't started out, nor was meant to be a leisurely exploration and finally he took pity and wrapped his hand around Asher's cock, stroking it with short, sharp jerks timed to coincide with his thrusts into the Elf's body. And then it was too much for Asher and liquid far different from the water that had been raining down on them sprayed over both their bellies and Urick's fist while Asher's body quaked and his muscles clenched rhythmically with the waves of his orgasm, the force of his pleasure enough to have his- mostly- human lover coming hard inside him.

Urick panted trying hard to be able to breathe properly and when he caught his breath he reluctantly pulled out of Asher. After treating him so roughly Urick reverently washed him off with the utmost care while only making sure that he himself was clean in a quick fashion. He turned the shower off and got towels, quickly drying himself off and then gently drying off his lover, still high on his orgasm as he was the smaller Elf mostly just stood there and let him do as he liked. When they were both dry he carried him into their bedroom and lay him down on their bed. He crawled onto the bed himself and cuddled close to him. All this was done without words but his actions said it all. He had no regrets, marrying him. He still found him as hot as when they'd met. And he liked that Asher was his. His lover. His husband. His own. Urick was possessive and probably a little more than evil sometimes but the look in his eyes just then as he watched over the sleepy Elf required no words to be understood. But love was like that.