So if you frequent my dA you'll realize that this was not mentioned in my I'm updating these stories section. But since it's Valentine's Day I decided I had to post a lemon in some shape or form. So. HERE IT IS! :D I hope you enjoy some Stefan/Vanyel love. I don't own the Herald-Mage trilogy and reviews are quite loved!

"How am I going to make sure tonight is so memorable you come running back here when you've got the treaty," Stefan breathed in his ear.

"Oh I can think of a few things," Vanyel replied, the tension draining out of him as he realized Stefan didn't mind that Vanyel had to go to Rethwallen

Well, he minded but it didn't dampen his feelings and that was what mattered. Stefan was so close, he was practically melting into him, his breathing rough in Van's ear.

"You said that before," Stefan murmured, lips capturing his ear lobe briefly. "Have a few secret fantasies, ashke?"

"Perhaps," Vanyel turned in his lover's arms so they were face to face. "There's something I want to try."

Hazel eyes brightened with curiosity, an unspoken sign for him to continue.

"I want to taste you," he said quietly, and with the decency to blush as Stefan's eyes widened surprise.

Vanyel didn't give him time to argue, not that he was going to, for he moved fluidly to his knees with his fingers at the laces of the Bard's breeches. He undid them deftly, releasing the already half hard arousal.

"Van, you don't have to-"

"I want to."

Stefan smiled. "Just as long as I get to treat you after. I have a few things I want to try on you."

He could tell Vanyel was pleased with his words, thanks to their bond. Talking was done though, for the Herald Mage's next action left him breathless and speechless. Vanyel slipped the head of Stefan's arousal into his mouth, tonguing the slit briefly to send shocks of pleasure through him.

"Dammit, Van-" Stefan hissed, fingers moving through the silver streaked black tresses.

Van didn't answer, partially because he couldn't and partially because he decided to take more of the length into his mouth. The gasps his actions elicited from Stefan were like some sort of addicting drug, and Vanyel found that he actually liked the taste of the Bard. All of him is an addiction. I could never leave him, not when everything about him calls me back, he thought.
Stefan moaned softly as his lover began to move his head, tongue running over the hard flesh expertly with a skill that Stefan would envy if he could think coherently. Belatedly, he realized that his legs were about to give out from pleasure moving in waves through him. Before he could gasp out a warning, Vanyel's hands slipped around to grasp his thighs. A tingle ran through him, and once the tingle was gone, he couldn't move.

Oh that bastard, he thought. Sure I won't fall but-


Vanyel pulled away, exposing the Bard's smooth cock to the cold air. Silver eyes met his slyly and his delicate pink tongue moved out to gently flick over the tip. A shuddering, muffled moan escaped past Stefan's closed lips and Vanyel found that the sounds were strangely arousing. He pulled away again and stood, hand wrapping around his cock and pumping slowly. Hazel eyes glared defiantly at him until Vanyel's nail lightly dipped into the slit, rubbing skillfully. Stefan's eyes rolled and then shut tightly.

"I've never had a chance to really explore you," Vanyel commented nonchalantly, a smirk on his lips. "Will you allow me that?"

He released the spell and Stefan nearly collapsed from the abrupt release. Vanyel steadied him, giving him a chance to recover.

"Yes, that is a good idea," Stefan said, tone sheepish. "I've been selfish, haven't I?"

Vanyel smiled warmly and kissed him lightly, fingers linking behind his neck. One hand slid down to massage his cock once more and Stefan responded earnestly, dominating the kiss and bucking into Vanyel's grip. Slowly, Vanyel moved them backwards, keeping his hand steady as he did so and then once he had reached the edge of the bed, he lightly pushed the Bard down. But instead of crawling on top of him, Vanyel sunk to his knees again and replaced his hand with his mouth, suckling at the hard length.

"Mmm, that's good," Stefan murmured as Vanyel's tongue slid along the underside. His hands twisted into his lover's hair and he struggled not to buck into that moist heat.

His climax was just in reach when the Herald-Mage pulled away, silver eyes almost mocking as he pushed Stefan fully onto his back before moving to undo his own breeches. Stefan raised his eyebrows and licked his hips as Vanyel's ever perfect body was slowly revealed to him and it took all of his willpower not to get up and claim the man right then and there. However, that would not go with what he had planned so he remained in place dutifully.

Vanyel leaned over him then, stripping his shirt off and tossing it to join his own clothes, before pressing into him, skin to skin. Stefan rolled his hips up into the firm arousal of Vanyel's cock before engaging him in a tight lip lock, slipping his tongue in as a reminder that now he was leading. Vanyel fell back into the role of the submissive easily. Inwardly, Stefan smirked, for he knew now that Vanyel would be surprised at what he was about to offer.

"Van," he murmured, breaking their lips apart. "I want you in me."

Vanyel's eyes widened. "I-"

"Please," he whispered, letting his eyelids slip to half mast, followed by a sultry pout. "I've been thinking about it for awhile now." His hands drifted down to grab the man's ass firmly, urging him forward and rolling his hips just right so that Vanyel's arousal ended up right at his willing hole. "And this night is about you so you should get the most pleasure."
Vanyel smiled. "Well, if you absolutely insist."

Stefan coaxed the Herald-Mage onto his back and straddled his hips, hands moving immediately to the beautiful cock of his lover and stroking it. Vanyel moaned softly, hips moving up into the careful touch. The Bard kissed his lover again, a quick one, before moving to the side and lipping at his earlobe, then his neck, slowly migrating until he had one of the Herald-Mages nipples trapped in his mouth. Arching his back, Vanyel whispered Stefan's name heatedly, one of his hands slipping down to stroke the Bard's hard length.

"I need you to prepare me, ashke," Stefan murmured against his chest. "Can you do that for me?"

Vanyel's answer was to grab the lube and slick up his fingers, moving it back down to Stefan's cock, stroking it a few times before bringing it to his puckered entrance. The Herald-Mage locked their lips in a kiss again as he probed the entrance, and once getting a soft pleasured whimper from the Bard, pushed the first finger inside. Gods its been awhile since I've been entered, Stefan thought, wriggling his hips as Vanyel's finger slowly pumped in and out of him. He gasped for the second finger and then almost right after it the third, rolling his hips down onto the fingers eagerly and moaning desperately into the Herald-Mage's mouth.

"You're so eager," Vanyel said, a small chuckle in his voice.

"I just want it so bad," Stefan replied breathlessly, smirking when he felt Vanyel's cock jump against his thigh. So he likes dirty talk, hm? "I'm gonna ride you until I'm content."
"Really?"

Vanyel spun them so quickly Stefan was momentarily disoriented. With a smirk, Vanyel stared down at him. Stefan stared up at him heatedly, remembering just how strong the man was after that move. Oh this is going to feel good. He moved his hips down rubbing his entrance enticingly against his lover's arousal, sliding his eyes close and moaning. Just as he thought he would, Vanyel took the silent permission and pushed forward, the tip of his hot length slipping inside. Stefan arched his back and the Herald-Mage used to the move to slip his hands under his back, pulling him up partially and sucking one of the pebbled nubs into his mouth, all the while pushing in. Once he was in, he stopped the pleasurable ministrations of his tongue and laid him back down, kissing him softly.

"Are you ready love?" he murmured.

"Oh am I," Stefan whispered, hands crawling up Vanyel's back and curling around his shoulders. "Take me hard ashke!"

Vanyel pulled back and pushed back in slowly, not quite ready to grant the Bard's request, instead taking in the sensations of Stefan's muscles clamping down on his cock, milking it as he thrust in and out. He hadn't been inside anyone in a long time, and he had forgotten just how intense it could be to have the grasping heat rippling around his sensitive arousal.
"Yes, ashke, yes!"

Vanyel didn't reply to the cries, instead biting down lightly on the Bard's collarbone, sucking the skin into his mouth and tonguing it as he thrust a little harder, brushing up against his prostate. Stefan responded eagerly to the action, crying out for more shamelessly and rolling his hips down. One of his hands slipped down to stroke himself off and Vanyel felt a small thrill go through him as he watched a drop of pre come drip down before being swiped up by the Bard's hand.

That is hot, he thought, dragging his tongue across the Bard's chest and tasting him. Now I know why he said that the first night.
"Vanyel! Oh gods, Van!"

Vanyel couldn't tear his eyes away as the firm length bucked and released his seed, splattering his chest with it. The Bard clenched down around him as he came and the movement was what did it for the Herald-Mage. With a gasp of Stefan's name, he coated the Bard's tight hole with his seed, before rolling away so as not to crush the poor man when he collapsed. They both lay there for a moment, each panting.

"That was good," Stefan said, finally looking over at him. "I want to do it again. Soon."

Vanyel crooked an eyebrow. "Round two already?"

Stefan rolled on top of him, meeting the Herald-Mage's smirk with his own. "Oh yes."