A horse snorted behind Yurnero and he turned. The Lord of Avernus was covered in blood from head to toes, as was his mount but, after a quick concerned look up and down his body, otherwise seemed to be fine. Nonetheless the orc asked: "Are you all right? Are you hurt? What did you do?"
The Lord dismounted. "I'm fine. I encountered some raptor. The creature was unexpected strong." He patted his horse on the neck and took its saddle and stuff off. Then he went to clean it. Yurnero followed, frowning. "A raptor that was that difficult for you to defeat that you are this bloody? Where?" Such a creature could be a threat, if it was strong enough to give Abaddon such a fight. There was danger in it for weaker creatures walking the steppes. Because if there was one, there might be more.
"To the south. I can show you later."
"Yes, please." The Juggernaut watched how the Lord scrubbed some half dried blood off the saddle at the water barrel behind the tent. "Can I help you?" He was handed the saddle and Abaddon continued with his gloves, then his cape. The washed clothes were put over a nearby stack to dry.
The saddle was complicated to get clean. Yurnero was glad he didn't have a mount since it obviously meant even more equipment to take care off.
Abaddon took one piece after the other off to wash the blood away. First his armour. His boots. Then his long sleeved shirt. At that, Yurnero couldn't continue with what he was doing, he could only stare. He tried to pretend he didn't do so but when the Lord took his hood off, as if it was the most normal thing to do (when the Juggernaut knew that it wasn't), it was over. And when the human's pants followed, too, and he was standing there in simply some underpants, Yurnero was sure he was salivating.
"Stop staring, orc. One could think you've never seen a naked human male before." Abaddon didn't look up as he spoke in a low voice that made the Juggernaut shiver.
"Not one like you, no I haven't." He growled as the Lord bent forward a little, the muscles in his back shifting and the underpants tight over his arse. Damn, he'd dream about this in the night, he just knew it. This going insane would go way faster than he'd anticipated.
Black mist moved around Abaddon's body but it didn't conceal anything. It was almost as if it caressed the pale skin of the human, swirling in a small circle at his lower back and merging with the dark hair on his head. Where Abaddon washed his clothes the mist lingered on the water like fog.
Yurnero was transfixed by it, how with every move of his muscles the mist moved, too, emphasising how strong the Lord was. How much power he wielded. It was a breath-taking display.
The Lord of Avernus ignored the Juggernaut until he had everything cleaned and hanging over the stack except the saddle, which was still in Yurnero's hands, forgotten. Abaddon took it and put it on the stack, too. His arms flexed as he lifted it and Yurnero growled again.
When Abaddon turned towards Yurnero, the orc tried to keep his eyes on his face but, damn it, he couldn't. He had to take every detail of the human in, especially now that he saw him from the front. His shoulders, his chest and then his stomach. Before his gaze could drift any lower than that, no matter how much he wanted to, his head jerked up again. And he found Abaddon smiling. The human had a feint blush on his cheeks but he didn't look unsure and definitely not insecure like the first time he had faced Yurnero without his hood.
The Juggernaut held his breath as the Lord raised his hand. But Abaddon only tapped lightly on the mask Yurnero still had over his face and the orc laughed breathlessly. He had completely forgotten that he was wearing it. Abaddon was clearly making him loose his mind and he didn't even do anything. His fingers were clumsy as Yurnero took the mask off.
And before he could realize what was happening, Abaddon kissed him. He had one hand on the back of the orc's neck to pull Yurnero forward and the other on his shoulder to steady himself as he stood on tiptoes. It wasn't an aggressive kiss and it wasn't too fleeting, either. Abaddon's lips pressed softly against Yurnero's. He lingered a moment, just long enough for Yurnero to start to respond.
Then the Lord stepped back.
"What was that?" Yurnero's voice was hoarse and he was strangely breathless. Breathless! From some tiny kiss, just lips against lips. But his heart was racing and his body was frozen in place from the sensation of the human's hands on his body.
"Never been kissed before?" The blush was still on his cheeks as Abaddon raised his brows a bit, a smile curling around the corners of his lips. It drew Yurnero's gaze back to his mouth.
"Not by you." And damn how much he wanted to do it again. But he didn't know what the kiss meant. Did it mean he could kiss Abaddon back? Did it mean he could touch him? He knew he was staring again and he also knew that staring wouldn't get him any answers. "Kiss me again?"
The smiled got wider. The human was clearly pleased with his effect on Yurnero. "Maybe tomorrow." But Abaddon didn't move away, instead he hesitated. Then he stretched on tiptoes and leaned over again. His lips were unbelievably soft against the orc's as was his skin when Yurnero placed one hand on his naked lower back. He growled and Abaddon sighed. He sighed in pleasure as the orc growled. Yurnero thought he'd loose his mind. Orcs liked it when orcs growled but never humans. They were too fragile, too weak compared to orcs and they were usually frightened or at least it made them nervous.
Abaddon leaned against him, his hands on Yurnero's shoulders with their bodies almost touching. Almost. The Juggernaut thought he could feel the black mist on his skin, a whisper of a touch as it floated up and down his body the same way it did with the Lord's.
Their kiss was still only lips against lips. Abaddon wanted to pull back but Yurnero tightened his hold on his back, keeping the human easily in position. He didn't want the kiss to end, not yet. He wanted to deepen it but Abaddon was strong. And he didn't want to deepen the kiss. Or keep kissing. He placed one hand (not even both) on Yurnero's chest and gave him a sharp push.
The Juggernaut staggered back a step and blinked at the shorter human in front of him. His eyes flared bright, no emotion visible on his features. And Yurnero was harder than he'd ever been. It was the whole situation, he thought. The half-naked Lord of Avernus, black mist curling around his body, the show of strength, how he wasn't afraid by Yurnero being an orc and then this flaring of his eyes. Gods almighty.
Yurnero's growl had Abaddon narrowing his eyes. "I said tomorrow."
His voice was deeper than usual. Yurnero shivered and his breath hitched when he thought he could feel the vibration of Abaddon's voice right down to his cock. He would've liked to say something witty, or something about the human having initiated the second kiss and not heeding his own words about tomorrow. But he was absolutely rendered speechless by a puny half naked human who had merely given him two short pecks on the lips.
"Behave." Then the Lord of Avernus stalked away, black mist swirling over naked skin.
The Juggernaut was lost. Mind and body and heart. And probably his soul, too, because he'd sell the useless thing for just one more kiss. He groaned and pressed his hands over his eyes. But the images were branded in his mind. Abaddon's eyes, his skin, his body, his mouth, his voice.
Everything.
The way he took the lead.
Tomorrow, he had said tomorrow.
The remaining day Yurnero was in some kind of haze. He couldn't concentrate and even cut his finger on his blade when he sharpened the thing. He stared at the blood welling up, not really comprehending what had happened until Abaddon pressed a clean cloth on the wound. Thankfully he had dressed again, had put a hood back over his head. He didn't say anything about the way the Juggernaut was off balance but the orc thought for a moment he could hear the Lord laughing softly as he sat back down.
The night was awful. Yurnero tossed and turned and when he fell asleep he dreamed about Abaddon. About kissing and touching him and when he woke he was rock-hard. He stood up and went outside to splash some cold water on his face. The night was clear and the stars sparkled, so he leaned against the water barrel and stared at the sky. What a day. It felt as if it had all been a dream, this kiss and everything. It was so unreal, after all this time.
The air was cool on his naked skin and slowly Yurnero's heartbeat slowed down. He took one last deep breath before he went back inside.
In the doorway to the room he was sleeping in stood Abaddon. He had probably woken up from Yurnero moving around. He was wearing only his underpants and the black mist made him appear extremely inhuman in the darkness. It covered his skin more than it did during daylight and he looked like some black spirit, his eyes glowing very white.
Yurnero had absolutely wanted to wait for Abaddon to make the next move, to give him time, to get into it slowly. But it was too much at this moment. With a growl he walked forwards, his purpose more than clear. He put one hand on the back of Abaddon's neck and pulled him close. He gave the human one second to push him away or say something and when he didn't, Yurnero kissed him. He deepened the kiss almost immediately, desperate to finally feel the human.
With the second hand he stroked down Abaddon's back before using it to hold his body in place while he closed the remaining gap between them. They touched, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and, heaven help, cock against cock.
Abaddon slung both arms around Yurnero's neck without hesitation and pulled himself up and closer still and sighed into the kiss. Their tongues touched. Abaddon licked over Yurnero's lower lip, making the orc growl. In answer to the growl, the human pressed impossibly closer, inciting another growl as their bodies rubbed together, so much soft skin against the orc and under his hands. Yurnero felt frantic as he fumbled with Abaddon's underpants, wanting nothing more than to get the stupid thing out of the way. He wanted more, more and more. He couldn't think, was drowning in sensations.
Finally the last piece of cloth between them was gone and Yurnero grabbed Abaddon's arse. He pulled him flush against his body. The Lord was hard against his stomach, against him and Yurnero had to stop moving, had to stop kissing to get air into his lungs. He dropped his head on the human's shoulder, breathing heavily. Abaddon moved his now free mouth to the orcs neck and bit down just where the shoulder began.
Too much, it was all too much. Yurnero growled as his whole body jerked and he tried to hold back, as he tried to get a grip. But he was so hot, the human was so soft, their naked bodies pressed against each other and he had wanted this for too long and then there was the dream and he thought the mist grew thicker around them, cocooning them in a cloud of comfort. Obviously Abaddon took the growl as a sign that Yurnero had liked the biting and did it again, even harder this time. At the same moment he shifted, rubbing against Yurnero.
It was over and the Juggernaut couldn't do much instead of rolling with it and letting go. One shiver after the other raced down his back as the orgasm hit until he felt so weak he thought his legs would just give out and he'd fall down. Lucky for him, the Lord of Avernus was strong enough to hold him up and usher him backwards until he could sit down on his bed.
The human looked down, his eyes glowing, as the black mist swirled over his skin faster than usual. He was stunning, Yurnero thought, and he reached out to take him into his hand. Abaddon didn't move, he just stared, but with the first stroke of the Juggernaut's hand, he moaned quietly. The first sound he made since this had begun. Yurnero thought briefly about taking him into his mouth but he really wanted to look at Abaddon's face when he touched him for the first time and that was much easier this way.
Yurnero kept his hand moving, slow and steady, until Abaddon wrapped his own hand around the orc's. He didn't do anything, just moved with Yurnero as he sped up. It didn't take Abaddon long to come, too. He moaned breathlessly and just before he closed his eyes, Yurnero thought he saw astonishment on his features.
The human had the other hand on Yurnero's shoulder to steady himself. When his breathing was almost normal again, he left without a word but returned a few moments later with a wet cloth. He cleaned what mess they had made up, then put the cloth away.
When he returned, the Juggernaut was lying on the bed, smiling at the human. Yurnero should've been nervous and unsure how to proceed from here, unsure how the human might react, if it had been too fast, too much, if it would make him uncomfortable again, but he was tired and sated, his mind working too slowly for him to worry about what could happen next. He just scooted over a little and lifted the blanked.
Abaddon hesitated, but only for a split second, not even long enough to make the Juggernaut stop smiling. Then he bridged the two steps between him and the bed and slipped under the covers. He was tense but the orc ignored it as he snuggled close. He kissed Abaddon on the temple before he took a deep breath to savour the smell of him mixed with a hint of sex and then buried his nose in the soft human hair. "Goodnight." He murmured. He could just hear the answering 'goodnight' from the Lord of Avernus and feel him relax in his arms before he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was alone in bed but he didn't worry when he could hear Abaddon moving through the tent. He kept dozing a little and smiled as he thought about last night. He did worry, though, when he heard the Lord of Avernus step outside and then saddle his horse.