A/N (Aroihkin's Notes) 05.07.2006:
This chapter is rated M. Nothing else to really say about it, though I am curious as to who all thinks it's going too slow and who all thinks it's going too fast. The interaction, that is. Personally, I don't think it's too fast--Tannusen is very seductive, and Raistlin's on his own turf with spectral guardians standing by to rip Tannu apart if he does anything unwanted... (XD)
But I'm curious, anyway... so let's have them opinions! I know you've all got 'em in one direction or another! (;D)
05.02.2010: All scene-dividers have been eaten, again, on all of my stories. I give up. Please just go read this story on arowrites dot net where it hasn't been made incoherent; I am unable to keep up with this site's stupidity.
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Silver Tongue and Golden Wit
( eight )
Raistlin's breath hitched again as Tannu pulled him just a bit closer to the edge of the chair, looping his arms beneath the mage's legs. The blond's knowing smile turned more gentle as he nuzzled his cheek softly against the heated skin of the archmage's stomach, considering how far he could safely take this.
/ Such a strange temperature. / Tannusen thought/ And such a rare shyness in one so powerful... /
He jumped, just a tiny bit, as a pair of still velvet-clad arms settled across his shoulders. Raistlin fidgeted a bit, nervously...? and the blond placed a kiss onto the warm skin he had been cuddling against. Lowering his head again, Tannu licked again along the concealed bulge, his tongue flat and insistent, and the mage's hips gave a small involuntary thrust. The elf paused over the head with his lips against the dark cotton, mouthing words that had no meaning.
"T-Tannusen..." Raistlin gasped when the assassin began to suck on him through his trousers. Tannu paused, guiltily drinking in the helpless note to that voice before he raised his eyes to the mage's face, expecting a sign to stop. The archmage's hands clenched and released fitfully in the elf's long hair, but didn't move to control him in either direction. Flushed cheeks, breathing through the mouth, and strange eyes burning into the assassin, burning with something familiar to the elf--but alien to Majere.
No, that wasn't a signal to stop at all. And Raistlin could easily jerk him back if that was what he wanted, anyway. Tannusen resumed his light sucking, knowing that while the archmage wasn't getting much of it through his trousers, it already was far more than he was used to dealing with. The mage gave another choked gasp, hips jerking once, twice... and Tannu pulled away before the game could end entirely.
/ More sensitive than I realized. / the blond thought, calculating, ignoring Raistlin's hiss of frustration as he moved his attention back up... this time to the ties holding the trousers closed. / I almost pushed too far, too soon... /
Now the mage -was- trying to control his head--with sharp, impatient jerks downwards on his hair, but this he ignored as well. The only cue he would heed would be to stop, or pull away, and--as the assassin had promised at the start--he would not be rushed. Finding the correct end to the string, Tannusen took the cord between his teeth and tugged it free, undoing the bow. Raistlin let go of his hair abruptly, moving his hands back to pick at the armrests as he realized just what the elf was doing, and Tannu chuckled.
"Yes, mister Majere," he murmured quietly in between working the laces loose, "I'm getting there."
With the strings as undone as they could get, Tannusen placed a small kiss just above the patch of barely-visible white hair. The mage squirmed, just slightly, but still the blond ignored the heaviness angled just off to one side, trapped by the cloth. His hands finally moved, his arms still hooked beneath the archmage's legs, and Raistlin jumped--just ever so slightly--when the elf's hands slid beneath him.
"May I?" asked the assassin, tugging lightly on the black cotton. For a reply Raistlin, wordlessly lifted himself off of the chair just enough for Tannusen to drag the trousers out of his way... if only barely. Smiling a bit at the archmage's obvious impatience, the elf leaned back in just a bit to gently lick at the very tip of Raistlin's newly-freed--
--The sound that escaped the mage's throat nearly broke Tannusen's concentration entirely. He shivered, hesitating, refusing to rush--in fact, even more against the very idea. This was something you definitely did not fumble around with, no matter -how- deliciously Raistlin could whimper the word "please"...
He shivered again, lightly, skin prickling along the back of his neck as the archmage repeated the sound. And then, holding the mage's hips firmly in place with both of his hands, he finally allowed the very end between his lips.
Raistlin gasped, raggedly, fingers finding Tannusen's hair again and pulling desperately as that skilled tongue lapped at the barely-captured flesh. While Majere was indeed much stronger than he appeared, however, he couldn't make the elf take any more of him in, and he sobbed openly in frustration.
The blond drank in all of these reactions, reveling in them despite himself. He waited, letting the swollen head in further to rest against his tongue as he suckled gently. Just a bit more, now. He backed off a fraction, waiting for that one moment, that one where the mage would give in, just a bit. Just... and there it was--Raistlin's hands relaxing in their death-grip on the elf's hair just... like... so. A surrender, a yield; mild and subconscious--but there nonetheless.
Tannu -lunged- forward, engulfing Raistlin down to the root in one plunge, and sucking so hard that the mage threw back his head and -screamed-, raggedly. Fingers convulsed in the elf's hair, and Raistlin's entire frame shook as Tannusen simply closed his eyes and took it all in. The desperate scrabbling of fingertips against his scalp, the pressure of hips trying reflexively to move against his hands, and the hot seed bursting down his throat in spasms.
It was all so familiar. But yet, so different...
"T... Ta... Tannu..." Raistlin half gasped, half sobbed as he finally began to calm down. He released the blond's head, slumping back into the cushioned chair, rag-doll. "I... a... are you..."
"Shh, I'm fine." Tannusen murmured quietly after carefully releasing the mage, his movements even more gentle than usual as he fixed Raistlin's trousers. Taking just a moment, he rose and quickly donned his own pair--leaving the rest of his clothes as they were on their chair. When he returned, padding silently on bare feet across the carpet, Raistlin was almost asleep.
"Where is your bedroom?" the blond asked, "You need to rest... I will take you there."
"Directly above us." the mage stirred, gesturing weakly at the closed door that led out to the corridor with its winding staircases. Tannu went to it, pausing to glance back at the archmage, but no warnings came forth, and so the assassin opened the door and peered out and up the incline. Well, it was a good thing he was in shape, Tannusen reasoned, as he returned to gather the mage.
Who had dozed off completely.
Chuckling softly at that, the blond knelt beside the chair, slipping an arm beneath Raistlin's knees and the other behind his thin shoulders. He took a deep breath, held it, and eased up onto his feet with the most feared man on Krynn blinking drowsily up at him from in his arms. The mage didn't seem to take offence to being moved, at least, and Tannu proceeded out into the corridor.
This place had way too many stairs, the blond realized a few minutes later and halfway to his goal. The mages who had originally built this Tower had clearly been smoking their own spell components. A spectral guardian drifted through the wall next to him, but Tannusen paid the creature no real heed, his concentration focused on keeping his balance firm as he reached the end of another landing and began climbing again.
Similarly, he didn't notice that his passenger was still mostly awake, watching him.
/ He's heavier than he looks, too, but that could be those robes. /
"This door?" the assassin asked when he thought they'd come full circle now.
"Next one." came the whispered reply. Tannusen moved along to the next door, allowing Raistlin to open it for him and then stepping through. This room was mostly dark even though it was mid-day, heavy drapes cut off most of the natural light, leaving it as dim as though it were sundown outside.
"Through that door." the mage instructed before he could ask, and the elf soon found that the bedroom was even darker. He moved to the bed, pushed the covers out of the way with his knee, and laid Raistlin down carefully.
"You didn't have to..."
"It's alright," Tannu smiled, "Wash room?"
Another weak gesture, picked up by elven sight in the darkness. The blond moved around the bed and through an open door into an even darker room. Relying on a type of sight born more from growing up as an assassin, rather than from being non-human, he found a washcloth and a shallow basin of water. Strangely, the liquid was already warm, although the stoneware itself was cold.
Shrugging, he dipped the washcloth in and returned to Raistlin's side, setting the cloth down on the arm of a nearby wooden chair before busying himself with removing the mage's boots. The archmage didn't stir out of his almost-sleep until those and the socks were gone, and Tannusen had the trousers half off before Majere tried to speak.
"What..."
"I'm not doing anything bad to you, mister Majere, please relax." amazingly, Raistlin did as he was asked. Tannusen spoke before the mage could doze off again, "The container in the washroom, with the warm liquid... it is plain water?"
"Yes."
"Just making sure." the blond said, pulling the dark cotton the rest of the way off of Raistlin's legs. He used the washcloth to clean the mage up, ignoring the hands that weakly tried to push his away, and then closed the velvet robes that still clung to the man's frame. Finally, he pulled the covers up, daring to go so far as to tuck Raistlin in, who was... once again, more than halfway asleep.
"Rest a bit, mister Majere, it's only natural." Tannusen said, pulling the wooden chair closer and sitting down, "I will still be here when you wake up."
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