A/N: I read a story featuring Ulfric and the player, and decided I liked the idea. Of course, as you know, I prefer slash. So that's what you get. I also like impossible relationships, so why not pair Ulfric with a high elf who likes to run around in Thalmor robes? Yeah that will work out great. Anyway, that fic I read was only half the inspiration. The other half goes to Malukah, who did an amazing cover of "Age of Aggression". I heard that, sang along with it several times, and started envisioning my character singing the stormcloak version outside his house, then Ulfric coming about... And that's how this one starts. Let's go!

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"We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone, for the age of oppression is now nearly done..." I sang to myself softly while sitting outside of my house Hjerim. The war had been won for the stormcloaks, and I had defeated Alduin, things were calm for now.
"All hail Ulfric, you are the high king..."
"Not yet I'm not, Dovahkiin." came a low voice from my right.
"My jarl, what brings you out here? It's so rare that I see you outside the palace of kings, especially just to wander the city." I was surprised, pleasantly so, but also confused.
"Are you saying I don't spend enough time among my people?" the tone was slightly offended, but mostly amused.
I cocked my head to the side but didn't get up.
"That's not what I meant, but that is certainly true. Especially the Dunmer." I knew it was a sore topic, but it must be met.
"The Dunmer are filthy mer, they do not deserve to live here." that answer was expected, but not liked.
"Filthy mer. And I suppose I'm nothing but a filthy mer too? I'm Altmer, I'm practically Thalmor."
"But you're not." Ulfric was insistent upon this.
"So what is your problem with the local Dunmer?" the jarl was taking a strange interest in me and I noticed. Perhaps I was the right one to push the issue.
"The mer are the ones who made this war happen, it is they who have outlawed Talos worship, it is they who hate us!" a guard and a beggar turned to notice, Ulfric was nearly drawing a crowd with his loud insistence.
"The local Dunmer specifically have done this?"
Ulfric faltered. "Well, no, but-"
"but nothing. These people belong here more than I do. When Red Mountain burned, they traveled west and found the first city that would take them. They've done nothing to hurt you, and they're not even treated with respect." I stood then, I towered over Ulfric in all my Altmer glory.
"They're lazy, disrespectful-"
"Because they know they cannot gain your respect as long as you are so racist! If you only gave them a chance, as you have given me one!" I deflated then, and a sullen expression crossed my face. "or have you only given me a chance because I am Dovahkiin? Is that all that mattered to you when I entered this city?"
Ulfric's eyes widened then, and he stared at the proud Altmer that seemed so broken all of the sudden.
"No! Of course not!"
"Then why won't you give other mer a chance? And having more people like you will only help you, my jarl." it suddenly bothered Ulfric that this amazing mer would refer to him as 'my jarl'. "red mountain burned, Vvardenfell is no longer liveable. Thousands of mer were suddenly left homeless, their family split up or dead, their lives turned on end, nothing but pain and destruction. So many mer came to Skyrim only to find little to no hospitality. What does that say about us, the people of Skyrim?" I was in his face then, driving my point into that thick skull. Oh how this man infuriated me. But all the same, this man haunted my dreams almost every night, in a good way. Despite the good dreams, I never got a truly good night's sleep. It was the only downside to being a werewolf. It surprised me that I could be a werewolf in the first place, given that I already had dragon blood.
Ulfric was silent for a long time, alternating between looking into my eyes and staring off into space. To an onlooker it may look like he was just looking at me, but I knew better.
"Gods, you're right." Ulfric slumped against my fence and I reached out to him. He took my hand and held is close. "Faenrune... What would I do without you?"
"Well, you'd be a selfish bastard who would have probably lost the war, but I don't like to boast." I smirked, remembering the war. When I turned up in full Thalmor gear leading the resistance, the imperials were so shocked that for a short moment, the archers forgot to fire and the blademasters forgot to swing their blades. That small pause was all I needed to let loose my voice and knock almost everyone over. Then the stormcloaks rushed in and the war was in our favour. I didn't think the greybeards would approve of the use of my voice, but it was my voice and I would choose how to use it.
Ulfric grinned at me. Sitting where he was, none of the onlookers he had gathered could see him. He pulled on my hand to bring me down with him and in my surprise I stumbled and landed in his lap, straddling his legs. I blushed and tried to get up, but Ulfric just laughed and held me there.
"My jarl, please just let me-"
"call me Ulfric." he smiled at me and held my hand tighter. I couldn't help it, that voice and those words and his heat... It was all too much, I was getting aroused. And because of how I was sitting, I knew he could feel it.
"Umm, alright, Ulfric..." his eyes were half lidded then, and my breathing sped up, what was going on here? Before I knew it, Ulfric's hand was behind my head, tangled in my long snow-white hair and he was pulling my head downwards. The kiss was hot and wet and wonderful. I participated fully and my hands were in his hair and on his neck, and there was so much heat that I was surprised that there was still snow where we sat.
Ulfric pulled back and stared at me. "You kissed me."
I shook my head. "No, you kissed me."
"But you kissed me back." he insisted.
"... Yes, I did." I paused a moment. "Did you not want me to, Ulfric?" at the mention of his name, he pulled me in for another kiss. I couldn't help it, my cock was hard and I was straddling his thick, muscled thighs. He was muscular where I was not, I was more into magic than more physical fighting. I ground my cock into his hard stomach and moaned into the kiss. I almost jumped when the hand that wasn't in my hair slipped down my back and grabbed my ass. As it was, I just ground harder into the delicious Nord below me. Ulfric pulled back but still kept a firm grasp on my backside.
"How long have you wanted me?" came his lust-filled voice. It excited me, and I had to force myself to form coherent thoughts and answer him.
"When... When I first saw you in the carriage to Helgen, when the imperials were to have us executed. That's when the lust started. But when I really started talking to you... Especially today... That's when I started to fall in love with you." I knew I was laying my heart out for him to stab, but I had to be honest.
Ulfric ran his hand up and down my back as he caressed my neck with his other hand. "You are in love with me?"
"Yes, I am. It is very unusual for a mer such as myself to fall for a Nord, of all races, but I couldn't help it."
Ulfric just continued to run his hands over my body for a time, and the gentle touches softly excited me, a dull but constant burn was felt in my cock, and my heart beat fast when I stared into that face I had come to love.
"I am not in love with you."
"I know. But I still love you." I knew there was little to no chance my love would be returned, but I still could not lie to him.
"I am willing to try though, with you. You are strong and smart, and you are beautiful and I like you. I believe I may come to love you, in time." my heart swelled then, and my eyes filled with tears. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed hard.
"Thank you! By Sithis, I love you!"
"What was that?"
"I mean, dear Talos, I love you!"
"I'll pretend that's what you really meant." Ulfric laughed and held me close. I was startled that he didn't immediately push me away when I said that.
"You... Umm, you mean you don't hate me for being-"
"no. But I do expect you to stop. At least while you are with me." I smiled brightly at him, so forgiving.
"But, I'm the Listener."
Ulfric pulled me back and stared into my eyes. "Are you serious?"
"... Yes. Only I can hear the night mother, she speaks to only me. Sithis will not be pleased if I simply leave."
"He is real then? Sithis exists?"
"Yes. But, every contract I get, every death I must carry out, it is all for good reasons. Cheating husbands, backstabbers, thieves, murderers... I do not kill without reason. You must understand it is, in a way, like what we did in the war. Please, let me have this. Do not tear me away from Sithis, he will not be pleased."
Ulfric ran his hands over my face and smiled at me. "Will you at least ask to leave for a time? At least while you are with me?"
"Ulfric..."
"Faenrune, you are an Altmer, you will live hundreds, maybe thousands of years longer than I will. When I am dead and gone, you can take up your duties as listener again. I just want more time with you, I have little as it is. Nords don't live that long." I could hear the pain in his voice, and wondered if he didn't feel more for me than he let on. I thought about his request and realized he was right. And while it hurt to think that he would die so much sooner than I would, he was right. And I thought Sithis would grant me this, if I asked.
"Alright. I can do that. I'm sure the dread father will give me this request. And I hope that he will grant me one more as well."
"What more could you want?" he ran his fingers through my silky hair and I hummed in contentment, it felt good.
"When a child of Sithis dies, we go to the void. His realm. I would hope that he would give me up and let me go to Sovngarde with you." I caressed his face and stared lovingly into his eyes. I could see the surprise there.
"I would not have expected a mer to believe in Sovngarde."
"Ah, well, I didn't. Not at first. But then I went there, I visited Shor's Hall and it was wonderful. I don't know what the Void is like, but you wouldn't be there, and so I don't want to go."
Ulfric's eyes widened. "You've been to Sovngarde? How? Did you die?" he grasped my face in his hands and searched my face as if searching for signs that I was really a draugr in disguise.
"ah, no. But to defeat Alduin I had to travel to Sovngarde. I met Ysgramor too, it was really cool. And odd, considering I was wielding Wuulthrad at the time. He didn't even mention it."
"How on earth did you get there? It's Sovngarde; you only go there when you die!"
"There was a portal at Skuldafn. Of course, I couldn't get there without wings, the levitation spells of Vvardenfell were lost with the burning of Red Mountain, so I had to trap Odahviing in Dragonsreach and convince him to take me there. Jarl Baalgruf didn't like that very much, but he relented. That's why we had the conference at High Hrothgar, remember?"
"Yes, I remember that." Ulfric ran his hand along one of my thighs and I shivered, my erection having faded long ago and I just enjoyed being held by the one I loved. "I cannot believe how much you have been though, how much responsibility you take on. You're the listener, the Dovahkiin, the harbinger of the companions, is there anything else I should know?" he asked jokingly.
I knew I could tell him I was also arch-mage and the master of the thieves' guild as well as a nightingale, but I decided he didn't need to know.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with. I can step down from all my responsibilities if I need to, find someone worthy to take my place. I want as much time with you as I can get. And I'm going to protect you, to make sure you never leave me prematurely. Even if you don't accept me as yours, I will still protect you. I will still love you."
"Yes. I'm beginning to really see that. I've never had someone who loved me before. There have always been those obsessed with my power, and thus me, but never anyone like you. And never a male, either."
I worried for a moment, there were never any males? Was the reason he said he didn't love me but would give me a chance because he had never felt anything for a male before?
"Do you dislike men as a choice partner?"
"I thought I would, but maybe because I've never known anyone like you. Or maybe it's just you I like, because I cannot look at any other male and feel any desire."
"But you feel desire for me?" I could feel hope then. I saw his eyes, I hear his words, does he like me, is there a strong chance for me?
"I do. Not only do I enjoy your personality and conversation, you feel very right in my arms, your body is lithe, unlike any Nord. Perhaps a magic user like you is what I need, and someone who both understands me and knows when I am wrong is good for me. I do believe you are perfect for me, Faenrune."
I couldn't help but kiss him for that. I just grabbed his face and took his lips in my own. He kissed me back just as strongly and it felt so right. I was taller than him which normally would be odd considering I knew he was the dominant here, but I was also leaner and less muscular, more womanly almost. And while I didn't normally go for the huge, manly Nord look, there was something about Ulfric that was different.
"I have to go, I have things to do. I'm sorry."
"No, don't be. I know you have many things to do as High King. Sorry. Almost high king. But I also have things to do, people to promote, A dread father to convince, other hero stuff. But I will always come back here, to my house in Windhelm. So when you have some free time, come see me."
"I will." he gave me one last kiss before helping me up and seeing me to my door. He then left, but with a promise to come see me the next time he had free time. I was happy that night. And for the first time since I became a werewolf, I had a good night's sleep.