So I've finally got around to finishing the first chapter. This is basically a story for all of the times Mercedes Lackey dropped off right before what would be a delicious yaoi smut scene. So it's all Vanyel x Stefan for now, though by request there might be some other pairings thrown in. So I don't own any characters mentioned in here, they all belong to Mercedes Lackey. Reviews are loved.

Vanyel's mind seemed to short out as Stefan brought their lips together, hands boldly caressing the curve of Van's slim back. Stefan guided Vanyel through the soft kiss, keeping it slow and chaste, letting his feelings show in every motion he made. It embarrassed Vanyel, to moan softly into the kiss. He couldn't help it, really. He had been going so long without a loving touch that it made him feel like an inexperienced lover to feel it again.

"Gods, Van," Stefan murmured, short nails lightly scratching at his skin. "You're so perfect."

His lips found Vanyel's smooth neck and he kissed it once before abruptly biting. Vanyel gasped, arching into Stefan's arms as pain laced pleasure zipped down his back, and Stefan chuckled into his neck. He was like clay in the Bard's hand as Stefan laved his neck and slowly stripped him of his shirt.

It was odd for Vanyel, being led by a younger lover. The younger was much more experienced despite his age and Vanyel felt like he was the inexperienced one. Slowly, Stefan switched their positions, pulling himself on top of Vanyel as he sealed their lips together again. Finally moving out of his shell, the Herald Mage let his fingers drift to Stefan's shirt, undoing it the rest of the way and slipping it off his shoulders and onto the floor.

"That's it," Stefan murmured, lipping at Vanyel's jaw as he spoke.

Vanyel moaned quietly as Stefan rolled his hips down, letting Vanyel feel his arousal through his breeches. He moved his hand to grip Stefan's hip as they locked lips again, feeling the smooth skin beneath his calloused hands. Stefan let him explore his chest as he wished, kissing him slowly and thoroughly, taking in the taste of the man he had lusted after for so long, and later fallen in love with.

"Stefan," Vanyel whispered.

Stefan whimpered as the older man's fingers lightly brushed over his nipples, making the pebble beneath his touch. Sure he was the dominant one in this but that didn't mean Vanyel was a completely passive lover, as he was quickly learning. Growing bolder, Vanyel trailed a hand down and stroked one of the clothed thighs, slowly moving up before lightly groping him through his pants, the action making Stefan buck a little at the touch.

"Oh Van, that's good," he hissed, pulling back and gazing down at him with a pleasured expression.

"Help me get these off, Stef," Vanyel ordered gently, wanting to continue before he got nervous again and wanted to back out.

Stefan grinned coyly down at him and then swung off the bed completely and Vanyel couldn't help but let his gaze follow him hungrily, watching as the younger slowly stripped himself of his breeches, letting Vanyel drink in the sight of his fully naked body. His muscles were well toned but Van's attention was mainly focused on the hard arousal nestled in a thatch of auburn curls. He was definitely bigger than Van would think, not that he was complaining, and Stefan smirked as he moved back to straddle Van's waist.

Their lips met again and this time Stefan dominated fully, grinding into Vanyel's still clothed lower body, tongue hungrily tasting him. Van could only sneak in a quick breath before his mouth was covered again, soft whimpers escaping his throat as they kissed. It didn't take long for the bard to get tired of this and he sat up, scooting down to Van's thigh's and undoing his breeches, tugging them down enough to expose his rather impressive length.

He stroked it in appreciation, fingers dancing lightly over the sensitive flesh, drawing heated gasps from the Herald Mage's throat.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, watching Van's eyes flutter close and his chest heave.

He moved further down Vanyel's body so that his head was level with the other man's cock, and he nuzzled Van's clothed thigh.

"Are you-" Van's sentence was cut off by a hitched gasp followed by a low moan as Stefan wrapped his lips around the tip and gently sucked, one hand stroking up and down lightly as he did so.

Unable to help himself, one of his hand's slid into Stefan's auburn locks, his hips jerking at the pleasurable feeling of wet heat around his arousal. Stefan's hand moved to steady his hips as he gently bobbed his head, lips working over the hard flesh as his tongue traced the underside. Moaning softly, Vanyel removed his hand from Stefan's hair for fear of ripping the soft strands out, instead letting his hands fall to the sheets, squeezing them as his body tensed with pleasure. One of Stefan's hands moved to rub his thigh soothingly, knowing that it was a type of pleasure the Herald Mage had probably never experienced before.

"Stef...oh gods Stefan I-"

His words were cut off by an abrupt moan as Stefan drew back to lightly nibble the tip. Van's back arched and Stefan's name fell from his lips in a heated gasp of pleasure, every muscle within him throbbing for release. Not wanting to tease, Stefan took as much of the hard flesh into his mouth as he could, dropping a hand to gently fondle him as he did so, trying to create as much stimulation to bring Vanyel off the edge.

It was a good tactic because moments later, Van's fingers threaded through his hair again and his hips jolted forward, spurting into his lover' mouth. Stefan swallowed it easily and continued to lick at the softening member before pulling away to let Vanyel calm down properly. His face was flushed and his eyes closed, strands of black hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he tried to regain his lost breath. Stefan took his breeches off the rest of the way and then slipped into the bed beside his soon to be lover. Comfortingly, he stroked his chest and avoided the nipples so as not to stimulate him too much.

"No one's...ever done that to me," Van finally said, turning to look at Stefan, violet eyes bright.

"Really?" Stefan was surprised. "I'll have to do it more often to make of for lost experience."

"Not tonight. I'd rather have you..." Vanyel trailed off, flushing darkly.

Stefan raised a thin eyebrow, smiling coyly as he swung a leg over Vanyel's hips, swinging himself up to properly straddled the Herald Mage. "You'd rather have me where now?"

"I..."

Teasingly, Stefan slid his hands over Vanyel's chest, stopping at the nibbles to pluck them and draw a shuddering gasp from the man's lips. "Where would you like me Vanyel? If you don't tell me, how can I ever take care of you properly? I need to make a good first impression after all."

Vanyel swallowed, hands moving over Stefan's back to pull him closer so that his lips were at Stefan's ear. "I want you inside me Stefan, putting those hips of yours to good use and showing me exactly what it is that you can do. That's what I want."

Stefan's eyes widened at the unbridled lust in Vanyel's tone, a little surprised that the man had such an assertive streak as well as a knack for pillow talk. He couldn't help but let a whimper slip past his lips as Vanyel's teeth lightly scraped his ear lobe, fingernails raking down his back to grip his hips as he ground into him firmly. This was not something he had expected from the Herald Mage but it wasn't something he was going to even try to tame, instead opting for engaging the man in a rather heated kiss to remind him of what his place was in the relationship.

When he pulled away to give them both some much needed air, he looked down at him with hazel eyes darkened by lust, love swimming within the desire. "I intend to show you quite well, don't you worry dearest Vanyel."

He slid down Vanyel's body, hands drifting over every inch of skin as he did so, pausing for a moment to tease the now hard cock before slipping his fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly before reaching a single finger down to probe at his entrance. Vanyel tried not to tense as the finger slipped in, breaching him for the first time in years. Stefan kissed his tense thigh as he let him adjust from the penetration. After a moment, he pumped gently, trying to locate that bundle of nerves he knew he would find very entertaining to use to bring the man to the greatest pleasure he could.

A low moan from Vanyel assured him he had found it and he brushed up against it repeatedly, the action helping in loosening him up enough to slip the second finger in. Once he did that, he began to stretch, making sure to keep constant pressure up against the special bundle of nerves to keep him distracted from the pain with pleasure. By the time he added the last finger, Vanyel was rocking against him as breathy moans welled up from his throat and spilled from his lips, one hand moving to pump his length without even realizing he had made the decision to do so.

"That's sexy," Stefan murmured, tone amused.

His voice brought Vanyel out of his fog of pleasure and he flushed again, clearly embarrassed that he was reacting in such a way. "I...I'm sorry."

"Oh it is definitely nothing to apologize for," Stefan said, accenting his last words with a hard jab to the man's prostate. He took pleasure in the way Vanyel's eyes rolled, successfully cutting off whatever response the Herald Mage had been about to come up with.

He slipped the third finger in while he was distracted but it wasn't long after this he lost patience, taking his fingers out and moving up to line himself up. Vanyel stared up at him, violet eyes clearing as he slid his arms around Stefan's neck wordlessly, bringing him down for a soft kiss, the feeling very different from the quick and passion driven movements they had been going through before.

"I'll be gentle ashke, I promise," Stefan whispered into his lips, pushing forward to slip the tip past the muscle.

Vanyel whimpered, eyes slipping close as the bard pushed forward slowly until he fully seated within the Herald Mage. Stefan paused there so that Vanyel could adjust, instead taking the time to worship his throat and chest with lavish kisses and gentle nips, murmuring soft endearments as he did so. After a few moments, Vanyel moved his hips, rolling them down to elicit a low moan from Stefan. The bard pulled out and slipped back in, starting out slow so that Vanyel could feel every inch of him sliding in and out, claiming him completely. Vanyel didn't disappoint, meeting every thrust with a matching thrust of his own.

"Yes, that's it love," Stefan gasped, nuzzling the smooth neck as he pressed in and out, hardly able to control himself with Vanyel's heat surrounding him, clenching down on him in pleasure.

Stefan's name fell from Vanyel's lips in short, separated gasps as Stefan took him a little harder, kissing his neck as he did so. Vanyel had honestly forgotten what it was like to be filled so completely and so wholly, and found that it didn't feel wrong like maybe he thought it would be. He never thought anyone could make him feel as good as Tylendal had but Stefan was proving that he could mend his heart and make him feel just as wanted and loved as his previous lover.

A loud moan escaped his lips as Stefan slipped a hand down to gently tug at his length, pumping it in time with his thrusts. Vanyel didn't know which way he wanted to go; down to feel more of Stefan's hard cock within him or up into the gripping hand that was stroking him so perfectly. He shuddered and writhed as Stefan's lips met his and he thrust harder, getting that spot within him every time without fail until Vanyel let out a harsh cry, his cock bucking in the bard's grip and painting their chests white as he released. As he clenched down around Stefan's arousal, muscles rippling with pleasure, Stefan found he couldn't hold back any longer and came with his lover, filling him until some dribbled out toward the base.

He just barely managed to keep from collapsing onto Vanyel, moving to the side and withdrawing his softening arousal as he did so. Vanyel's eyes were shut tightly, chest heaving from pleasure, cheeks flushed in such a way that made Stefan want to climb back on him and do it all over again. Instead, he looped an arm around Vanyel's waist and pulled him close, nuzzling the back of his neck lovingly.

"I love you ashke, I love you."

"I love you too, Stefan," Vanyel murmured, and found that he really did mean it.