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Chapter 7: Final preparations.

Nerevar couldn't remember when he fell asleep last night. He was so exhausted from the previous day's events and intoxicated by the endless supply of booze, that he hardly had any rational thoughts by the end of the evening. Unfortunately, Dwemer booze was certainly strong. He was sure that all of his generals had similar experiences. Although most likely, not Dagoth - he always held his alcohol quite well.

Today he woke up with a slight lightheadedness and as soon as he sat up, a wave of dizziness hit him. It took him a moment to recover, and once he properly opened his eyes and focused on the room, he noticed that Dagoth was no where in sight.

He lay back down as he felt another wave of vertigo. He closed his eyes again and decided that it was rather easier to stay put and wait for Dagoth to come back to their chamber than getting up to find him.

As if on cue, Nerevar heard the voice of his counterpart from the open door to the right. "It's time to wake up, Nerevar. I brought you something to make you feel better." Nerevar - curious and relieved - opened his eyes to look at Dagoth and to find what it was that he brought for him. Soon enough he noticed the large cup that Dagoth was holding.

Dagoth moved closer and sat at the side of the bed before handing Nerevar the drink – which Nerevar took reluctantly and gave it a skeptical look-over. The liquid looked translucently green, but to Nerevar's surprise had quite a sweet aroma. "Don't worry; it's just a combination of powdered Ash Yam and Corkbulb root."

Nerevar wrinkled his nose and gave a slight grimace at the odd combination, but knowing the effects of each ingredient could assure him that the liquid was useful. He looked up at Dagoth again and decided that he could trust him – after all, it couldn't taste that bad. He brought the cup to his lips and took a sip, which reassured him that the liquid was actually half decent. Nerevar quickly drank everything to the last drop and handed the cup back to Dagoth.

"Feeling better?" Dagoth asked as the other sat up. Nerevar was pleasantly surprised that he was not attacked by any other nauseous headaches. "Yeah, much better…thanks." Dagoth smiled and stood up, "Well, I'll have to get down and make sure that Sotha Sil didn't topple over yet." He chuckled, "Vivec, Almalexia and Sotha Sil were out cold faster than you. You should have seen them trying to get down the stairs, still in their nightly clothes – with the most obtuse and imperceptive expression that I have ever seen."

Nerevar laughed at the mental image that the description brought. "Alright, so I'll come down soon as well." Dagoth nodded, still lightly chuckling, and left the room. Nerevar stretched sleepily and with a yawn, got off the bed. He walked over to the closet and dressed himself before leaving the chamber and making his way to the dining hall.

As he reached the hall, his nausea had all disappeared – and he made a mental note to always drink whatever Dagoth would concoct for him. He entered the room and the first thing he heard was a cluttering sound of a dish being thrown onto the floor.

He looked around the room and saw Vivec, seemingly continuing to snooze with his head on the table, while Almalexia seemed to have not appeared in the dinning hall at all. Then a peculiar scene to the left of the table caught his attention.

There stood Sotha Sil, clutching an armchair with a disoriented look - and soon Nerevar noticed what the source of the noise was – since a heap of a broken glass lay next to Sotha Sil on the floor. Dagoth was standing near him with an annoyed expression before moving to the other side of the table. "You just smashed the last cup of the elixir, there is no way that I am going to search for any more ingredients – you will just have to sober up on your own." Dagoth sighed and sat down before noticing Nerevar, who moved to sit next to him – and was lightly bemused by the peculiar occurrence.

Nerevar glanced at Sotha Sil, who decided to sit down – and was successful after a few sloppy attempts. "So how was your sleep, Nerevar?" Dagoth asked him and began eating his breakfast.

"Not bad, though I remember nothing of yesterday's feast." Nerevar replied, and Dagoth chuckled. "Don't worry, it'll come to you soon enough. Oh, and before I forget, the three legions should be ready in about four more days, and we can train two more in another week."

Nerevar peeked at Dagoth in bewilderment. "That is way too long, what if the Nords decide to attack any time soon?" At that he heard another chuckle from his counterpart.

"You don't remember anything yet? Well, I'll inform you – the Dwemer King said that he will keep his forces in defensive formations, since he doesn't have enough offensive power to strike down the Nords. Therefore, his troops should last the week, and when our legions are ready together we will bring those barbarians down."

After hearing the well worked out plan, fragments of last evening's conversations sprang to Nerevar's mind as they began to fit into an organized subconscious arrangement. Soon enough, Nerevar's mind - already in a fully awakened state - rampaged through the remaining pieces of memory and put them in place. "Oh…yes, and we should station some of our remaining troops with the Dwemer."

Dagoth nodded and smiled. "I knew it would be coming back to you." Their attention was brought back to the other occupants of the room, as Vivec stirred from his slight nap and voiced his displeasure at his aching head. "Oww… I don't feel well…"

"You should get back to sleep; I don't think that you will be hungry in a while." Dagoth advised him, and Vivec seemed to agree. "Yeah…good idea." He stood up shakily and grabbed Sotha Sil along before leaving the dining hall.

Nerevar and Dagoth finished consuming their breakfast with a bit of light conversation and soon after exited the hall, deciding to inhale some fresh air into their lungs. Thus, they headed towards the small town slightly to the east of Hlormaren – nearly on the edge of the Bitter Coast. It was quite far towards the North West, and they did not visit that village in a while.

Their walking pace was slow and leisurely – intent on spending as much time as possible to enjoy the constantly remarkable surroundings. By late afternoon, the sun began to hover lower over the horizon, emitting glowing orange rays throughout the sky. They entered the village through an arched gate, and were greeted with a familiar sight and atmosphere. The town was divided in half by a river that flowed in the middle – leaving several buildings on either side. The comforting breeze brought the same flowery essence that always seemed to linger here.

They passed several houses, when suddenly they saw a figure in the distance. Nerevar's expression turned from surprised to joyful. "Aunt Nimy!" He called out, making the figure halt and turn towards them. There stood a female Chimer, a bit older then middle aged – with sparkling white hair arranged in a neat hairstyle. She moved closer and greeted them with a warm smile. "Nerevar, Voryn! I haven't seen you in a long while. Oh my, how you have grown. How is everything? Oh! Don't stand out here, come into my house." She led them into one of the large houses to the left of the river.

The two guests followed her with excitement. As teens, Nerevar and Dagoth always came here to enjoy the appealing scenery that surrounded the village. Not to mention the immense gratification that they received from annoying the village inhabitants. But the best reason for coming here was Aunt Nimy. That is how they call a late-middle aged woman that they came to know years ago. She lived in this village and when they came here, she always helped them escape troublesome situations that they constantly got themselves into.

Nimy soon seated them around a nicely decorated table and brought various sweets. Soon, she herself sat down as well. "I am so thrilled to see you sweethearts again. You two are becoming more handsome by the day! So how is everything at the castle? I hope you stopped making trouble all the time." She chuckled.

Dagoth leaned to grab a cookie and answered. "We're incredibly glad to see you Auntie; we were so busy that we hardly had any time to even get off the castle grounds."

Nerevar nodded and took a sip of his fruit juice. "You must have heard about the Nord invasions."

Nimy laughed before replying, "I see that you two are still creating trouble wherever you go!" She received a sheepish smile from Nerevar and a chuckle from Dagoth. Soon though, she frowned slightly at the mention of the Nords. "Yes… news travels fast, and you have allied with the Dwarves. A wise move, I must say – though still with risks of its own. How did your generals react?" Nerevar took another sip and set his cup down. "Not well at first, but they don't seem to be too disappointed in the outcome."

"I thought so…but you give them too much credit, they have very convincing masks…not a thing to rely on." She replied slowly, her brow furrowed. Nerevar gave a small laugh. "Masks? They wouldn't be hiding anything from me. And besides, I don't give them any credit – I keep a close eye on them – there is nothing to be worried about." Nimy glanced at Dagoth, who gave her the same anxious look, but it was soon replaced by a determined expression. "Not to worry, we have got everything under control." Nimy didn't seem convinced but decided to drop the subject.

"I was wondering, Voryn – did you keep that wretched pet?" Nimy asked, and Dagoth gave a small smirk. "Of course. Let me show you." Nimy was about to protest and discourage the idea, but Dagoth was already summoning his Wraith. In a matter of seconds, the translucent specter was beside the table, laughing mischievously.

"Oh! That pet of yours! Everyone in town knows of its existence, thanks to your practical jokes – I truly didn't think that you'll keep it after the fact that everyone was trying to chase him from this town." Nimy said, edging further away from the Wraith.

"Why would I get rid of him once he got such a high reputation?" Dagoth chuckled and whispered something to his pet. The Wraith bobbed up and down in midair for a moment before quickly moving towards the front door and vanishing.

Several minutes later, angered yells and frightened screams were heard from outside. Nerevar couldn't stop chuckling and glanced at his smirking counterpart, before his gaze fell upon Nimy's annoyed expression. "I'm not getting you out of this mess."

"All he's doing is harmlessly flustering people, and borrowing their things." Dagoth replied with a smile, while Nerevar took a cookie and glanced at Dagoth again. "Stop it; we didn't come here to terrorize everyone." Dagoth nodded, still pleased with his pet and un-summoned him.

As Dagoth reached for another cookie, his hand was slapped away by Nimy. "No more sweets for you." He pouted pleadingly, "Ow… please allow me to have more of your delicious cookies."

Nimy, flattered, but familiar with the usual sweet-talk – decided not to punish Dagoth yet, and allowed him to continue nibbling on the sweets. The rest of the day was spent comfortably with relaxing conversations and strolls near the beautiful scenery. When they came back to the castle, they had a self-satisfied feeling, and were pleasantly surprised that the rest of the Tribunal sobered up by the time they came back.

A week has passed without many major occurrences, the Dwemer army seemed to have done their job quite well – defending three major and two minor invasions over the days. Though their forces have been cut down, they still had enough defensive and some offensive power – which will be combined with the newly trained five legions of Chimer army.

Soon, with tremendous preparations, the day of the battle appeared with the rising sun. Today the Chimer would fight alongside the Dwemer in hopes of defeating a common enemy.

Nerevar stirred in his bed, feeling something heavy on top of him. He opened his eyes slightly and noticed silky black locks of hair near him, which he identified as Dagoth's lovely hair. He brushed them away from his lover's face and gazed at his handsome features. Just as he was about to close his eyes and fall asleep again, he felt Dagoth's arms wrap tighter around him, and his deep voice whispered in his ear. "You woke me up and now you want to go back to sleep?" Nerevar smiled, "Precisely."

"Who says that I am going to let you?" Dagoth replied while the other tried to move from underneath him, but Dagoth's weight and skillful hands kept Nerevar in place. In the process of his struggles, Nerevar managed to grab a particularly heavy pillow and chuck it at the Chimer on top of him. Dagoth succeeded in dodging the first, but not the second pillow – which caused him to slightly ease his grip on the captive below. Seizing the opportunity, Nerevar reversed their positions, ending up on top of his lover. Dagoth looked up at his chuckling counterpart and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Their lips met with passion and slid over one another, before their tongues met and battled with each other.

When they parted, Nerevar placed several pecks on his lover's lips, before moving to his jaw and placing kisses on the soft skin below. He moved to Dagoth's neck and grazed his teeth over the sensitive area, earning a moan from the one beneath him, before nibbling softly on the flesh. Dagoth wrapped his arms around Nerevar and held him closer, groaning lightly at the ministrations. Nerevar ran his hands over his lover's chest and down to his boxers.

"Hmm… quite energetic this morning, aren't you…?" Dagoth whispered in a bemused tone, and ran his hands over Nerevar's back. Nerevar smiled and gazed at him seductively, "I'm sure that you're not complaining…" and to emphasize his point, he lightly ran his fingers over Dagoth's still clad erection. Dagoth gasped lightly and returned a wavering smile, "No, not at all…"

Nerevar gave another grin and descended upon his lover's lips, straddling Dagoth's hips and bucking slightly. His ministrations granted him another moan from Dagoth, and he soon preceded creating friction over his lover's erection and testing his self-control. Dagoth groaned and slid his hands to Nerevar's hips, trying to get more friction. Nerevar smirked teasingly and refused to give his lover what he wanted

"Mnnn…Nerevar…stop teasing…" Dagoth murmured and pulled him into a heated kiss. Nerevar moaned and moved to nibble on Dagoth's earlobe, before whispering "….or what…?" Dagoth smirked, "…or that…" In a blink of an eye, he grabbed a hold of the other and reversed their positions.

Nerevar gasped and looked up at Dagoth, who ran his hands over Nerevar's exposed chest and torso. He reached down towards Nerevar's boxers and quickly dispatched of them, leaving his lover naked below him. He then took off his own boxers just as quickly and reached down to take a hold of Nerevar's erection. Nerevar moaned at the contact and felt Dagoth's hand start moving, extracting a louder moan from him. The bright heat of pleasure intensified and he involuntarily bucked into Dagoth's hand.

Dagoth smiled and leaned lower to kiss his lover and suck on his lower lip. "Mmm….seems you like that eh?" he asked teasingly. Nearly incapable of answering verbally, Nerevar managed to moan in response and pulled Dagoth closer, their bodies sliding over one another. Dagoth groaned and reveled in Nerevar's astounding appearance, his disheveled hair and flushed face.

Deep amethyst eyes met with heated obsidian, locking their gaze and reading everything right through them - the lust, the want, the joy and the love. Dagoth descended upon Nerevar's lips and explored his sweet cavern with intensity and domination. He removed his hand from Nerevar's erection and brushed over his inner thigh, making the other shiver and let out a slight moan.

"Nerevar…you are magnificent…in every way…" Dagoth whispered to the one below him, and Nerevar felt the wave of heat that the words brought to his cheeks, and he whispered back. "…Voryn…take me…I am yours..." He had an incredible urge to be made Dagoth's again and to feel the other dominate him in the most intimate manner.

Dagoth bit down his own bottom lip to stop a moan that was provoked by the pleasing words, and he complied. He grabbed Nerevar's waist forcefully and without further preparation thrust foreword, sheathing himself deep within his lover. He leaned down and kissed him passionately, as if to absorb all of the screams and moans that the other made.

Dagoth started a quick pace, moving harmoniously against his lover and eliciting moans and an array of various pleasurable sounds from both of them. Nerevar's world had narrowed down to only the rhythmical pounding of his lover and the searing hot pleasure, making him whimper and buck with each thrust. Dagoth's pleasure mounted and he couldn't stop ramming more and more aggressively into Nerevar, leaning down and biting his neck harshly. Nerevar's hands were fisted in Dagoth's hair and not one coherent thought could break through the haze of his mind.

Soon Nerevar felt the euphoria engulf him and he arched his back, screaming his release. Dagoth felt the other tighten around him and it sent him into the abyss, as he moaned loudly and threw his head back, coming deep into Nerevar.

As the ecstatic pleasure that blanketed them from everything else lifted, Dagoth noticed that he was lying on top of his lover and listening to his erratic panting. They lay unmoving and content for several long moments, neither breaking the entrancing silence. The sun has crept quite higher into the morning sky, silently urging them to get out of bed.

Nerevar was the first to speak as he stretched lightly, "Breakfast…late…again…" Dagoth nodded and remarked with a slight smirk, "If you'll continue to move like that…we'll be even later…" Nerevar tried to gaze innocently at him, but it turned out to be more of a seductive look. Dagoth smiled and as much as he wanted to continue 'making them late', he remarked that they should be heading down for breakfast. He slowly pulled out of his lover and after a quick peck on the cheek left the bed to get dressed.

Nerevar lazily stayed a while longer in the bed and watched Dagoth before getting up and dressing himself as well. In a matter of minutes they were already heading down the brightly decorated stairs and through the large open doors of their dining hall.

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