Nerevar's Journey

by Yaoicreator

YAOI [DagothNerevar] Alright! Before you look at that pairing and run away, there is a twist! Dagoth Ur is NOT like the one you saw and had to battle. This is a story about the early years before the Third Era of Tamriel. It is a story about the young Tri

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Chapter 11 – Quiet before the Storm

Nerevar's mind reeled with a mixture of jumbled emotions – there was no room for logic thought. He was so infuriated with all the new events and situations that he couldn't control his reactions. The sadness that settled in him was now pushed away and replaced by anger. It was such pure and raging anger that fired up his thoughts in the direction of impulsive actions. The scorching flames of fury were partly directed at himself, for the thought that he could have somehow prevented all of this from happening – that he should have seen it sooner and done something about it. But another part of the rage was directed towards King Dumac, who was as a friend and ally obliged to share everything with him – and he had not done his duty – or worse yet, he had lied unflinchingly to the Chimer King and kept such pivotal information hidden.

He faintly heard the propositions that his generals made, and after a few more moments he managed to process them. Without any change to his facial expression, or to his calm tone, he replied.

"I agree."

If his mind wasn't so confused and practically shut against common sense, he would have never even considered the absurd ideas that his generals carelessly threw at him. Instead he accepted, to quench his anger. But then again, along with the resentment came a heavy feeling of guilt, especially for not trusting his own fellow generals, who always advised him correctly. If Nerevar would have cared to glance at his generals' expressions, he would have seen clear shock written on their faces. But after the initial astonishment had passed, all of the generals - except for the tall dark haired Chimer that stood next to Nerevar - brightened up.

Vivec's features lifted with a self-satisfied smirk, Sotha Sil looked as though he was ready to kiss a guar with joy, and Almalexia kept staring at Nerevar with something akin to confusion, interest, and contemplation. Only Dagoth's features held a hint of concern and even slight worry. Nerevar though, didn't pay attention to any of this, and instead he bid everyone a good night and headed into the castle. Dagoth glanced at the other three members of the Tribunal in disapproval, but affirmed to the fact that it was too late to try and argue about the agreement. The Tribunal gazed after Dagoth's retreating form with victorious expressions.

It wasn't long before Nerevar reached his living quarters and silently took off his armor, putting away his sword and staying oblivious to the entrance of his lover, as Dagoth stepped into the room. The taller Chimer closed the door behind him and took notice of Nerevar's still brooding demeanor and agitated movements. He swiftly caught Nerevar's hand as the younger Chimer was pulling back the covers of the bed, and instantly the young King tensed. He glanced up at his counterpart with not so much of an emotion except for slight confusion, remaining silent.

"…Nerevar, I know you are upset right now, but maybe you should reconsider their offer." Dagoth proposed softly, waiting for a reply, but Nerevar pulled his hand away from the other's grip. "I will do no such thing." He replied simply. "The Dwemer are the ones that need to reconsider." It was all he answered, before getting into the bed and settling beneath the covers. Dagoth sighed and changed his clothes before slipping into the bed as well, while gazing at the ceiling and figuring that at the moment it would bring no positive results to continue speaking on the subject. His obsidian eyes turned to glance at his counterpart who lied on his side, facing away from him. The taller Chimer scooted over and leaned closer to place a soft kiss to Nerevar's shoulder, wrapping his arms around his beloved before falling asleep.

Dawn came all too quickly, ending Nerevar's peaceful relaxation in the realm of dreams and bringing him back to the troubles of his Kingdom. The first thing that he noticed was Dagoth's warm body pressed against him, and the other's arm wrapped protectively around him. A soft smile lifted his lips and he gently caressed the golden skin of Dagoth's arm, wondering if he should get out of bed or not. The answer came to him as soon as his mind started listing the objectives for the day. His smile instantly disappeared, along with his previously good mood. He decided that it was time to start completing the items on his mental checklist, and tried to move out of the embrace without waking his counterpart.

Suddenly, his attempts were stopped by the sleepy voice of the one beside him. "Hnn… on the day that I manage to have no meetings… you decide to get up early?" Dagoth said in a half accusing and a half amused tone, while tightening his grip around the other.

"But Voryn… There will be breakfast soon…" Nerevar said in his own defense, still trying to get out of bed. Dagoth gave a small chuckle, "Since when are you interested in getting to breakfast in time?"

"Well-…" Before Nerevar had the time to think of anything to reply, Dagoth turned the other onto his back, shifting to move up and lean above his counterpart. "You're not going anywhere, Nerevar." He drawled, leaning down to press his lips to Nerevar's. The young King returned the kiss, moving his arms up to wrap them around his lover. His fingers brushed over the smooth skin of Dagoth's back, to which the other pressed more fully against him, enjoying the soft caress. The taller Chimer slid his own hand softly over Nerevar's side and then down over his thigh. Nerevar parted his lips more at the touch, and Dagoth instantly accepted the invitation, slipping his tongue into the welcoming mouth and deepening the kiss, while spreading the other's thighs and settling in between his legs.

To this, Nerevar gave a small gasp and broke the kiss, gazing up at the one above him. Dagoth gave a sly grin, brushing his fingers across Nerevar's inner thigh and giving a small buck of his hips, which earned him a delicious moan from the young King's lips. "Voryn… We shouldn't…" Nerevar said quietly, while pulling Dagoth lower to trail his mouth over the other's jaw line, lightly grazing his teeth over the skin. "Nhh…-no, breakfast can wait." Dagoth replied, quickly bringing his mouth to Nerevar's neck, and harshly lapping and sucking on the skin. Nerevar couldn't suppress the few moans that escaped him, and moved his fingers to tangle in Dagoth's silky black hair. But as soon as he felt Dagoth's exploring hand slide across the top of his boxers, he gave a shallow gasp, bringing his hands to the other's shoulders and applying some pressure.

"No…We must be going downstairs…" He spoke in a wavering tone, trying to be as convincing as possible, but Dagoth firmly decided to ignore the quiet plea, and instead bit harder on the skin of Nerevar's neck to receive a strained moan. "Voryn! Please…Mnn…Stop...We must meet the others, who knows what they'll do without me!" At that Dagoth gave a possessive growl, before releasing the captive skin and leaning up to look into the other's amethyst eyes with a blazing gaze. "You keep on making me burn with desire, and then you deny me everything I want." He said in a heavy tone, watching the other cup his cheek and give him a small smile. "You will get all that you want…and much more… Only a little later, right now we have to check up on the generals." Nerevar said and pulled the other down for a kiss, reveling in the feel of their mouths moving against one another.

After a long moment, Nerevar pulled back, whispering against Dagoth's ear. "I can't wait…until our play time.." He murmured, licking the other's earlobe. Dagoth let out a small pleased sound at the words and actions. "Let it be now…" He whispered back, only to receive a denying answer. "No, we can't now.." Nerevar replied and pressed his hands to the other's chest, slightly pushing him away in order to get up. Dagoth gave another low growl, getting off of Nerevar and watching his already flushed lover get up from bed. He smirked at the sight, knowing that the disheveled look of his counterpart was his doing.

Soon enough, Nerevar dressed himself in his formal attire, waiting for Dagoth to do the same, and then quickly heading out of their chambers. They made their way down to the dining hall, and Nerevar abruptly stopped as the entire room was empty. The tables were free of any plates and mugs, and the bright rays of the sun shined through the curtains only to illuminate the orderly and seemingly unmoved chairs that stood perfectly around the table. This was odd; his generals were usually here earlier than him. Not only did they wake up in advance, they usually even had time to finish entire meetings while he was still asleep – and obviously they would all wait impatiently for the young King to finally join them for breakfast. But this time they seemed to be even later than him!

"They're not here yet?" Dagoth commented skeptically, reflecting Nerevar's thoughts. The King took another step into the room, and caught the attention of one of the passing servants with a small gesture. "Have my generals already been here?" The servant bowed his head, nodding quietly. "Yes, my Lord. Quite a while ago." Nerevar slightly frowned at the answer. His generals always stayed here and waited for the arrival of their King, it seemed strange that they would just leave the hall without him. "I see, thank you." He replied, turning to leave the room, as the servant bowed and went back to his duties.

"That's peculiar, where do you think they could have gone?" Dagoth asked curiously, following Nerevar. "I have no idea, but I bet that the officers might know." The amethyst eyed Chimer replied, and just as they were turning the corner towards the stairway, they bumped right into one of their officers.

"Ah! Bright dawn Lord Nerevar, Lord Dagoth! Is there anything I can do for you?" The Chimer exclaimed joyfully and smiled at the two.

"Yes, in fact you can." Nerevar replied with a smile, and watched the other slightly bow. "Do you know the whereabouts of my generals?" He asked, interested to know if the officer knew.

"Oh yes! Today they had this huge meeting with everyone, and they're probably in the courtyard right now." The Chimer officer replied matter-of-factly.

Dagoth raised a brow at the bizarre information, and soon his features took on a thoughtful look. "Now that's something you don't hear everyday…" He muttered in a barely audible tone. Nerevar's own eyes slightly widened at the revelation – his generals were having a vast meeting without him? "Thank you. That would be all." He said and dismissed the officer before quickly heading down the stairs in the direction of the courtyard.

It wasn't long before they reached the enormous opened doors that lead to the castle courtyard, and just as Nerevar stepped outside, he instantly stopped in shock at the view before him. The usually empty space had now almost half of its territory filled with ready-to-fight soldier battalions. He stood momentarily frozen in his place, knowing that this was surely the work of his generals. And sure enough, the rest of the Tribunal quickly took notice of Nerevar and Dagoth, and headed in their direction. Nerevar let out a heavy sigh, if he simply left his generals unattended for a few hours – just look what would happen.

Dagoth glanced at the surroundings, also finding it quite shockingly odd, before leaning down to quietly whisper into Nerevar's ear. "You are right, my King. Got to keep an eye on them as if they were little kids." He said, and though it might have sounded in jest, he meant it quite seriously and his expression became solemn as he pulled back when the others approached them.

"You're up so early? You could have gotten some rest." Vivec said with an amused smile. "Well since you're here already, how do you like our rapidly growing army?" He announced, gesturing to the neatly organized troops.

"First of all, what do we need an army for? And why are you doing such things without my discretion?" Nerevar asked as calmly as possible.

"For war of course!" Sotha Sil exclaimed excitedly.

"What are you talking about?! Who came up with the sudden idea of war?" Nerevar questioned in bewilderment, glaring at his generals, who tried to look as innocent and guiltless as possible.

"Don't you remember what you said yesterday? You agreed." Almalexia cut in.

"We mustn't be taken advantage of! The Dwemer must pay for their foul deeds!" Vivec added with determination. With that statement, unpleasant memories of yesterday's events flooded Nerevar's mind, as he remembered the moment of unchecked anger that overcame him. He gave a small sigh and replied pensively. "I didn't mean it as going to actual war… there is no need for that yet." Vivec's grin only increased at the words, and he quickly stepped up to Nerevar's side, slinging an arm around his shoulders and pulling him forward to take a walk across the courtyard. Dagoth watched with slightly narrowed eyes as the two went down the stairs and moved further away, disliking Vivec's overly friendly display.

"As sad as it may be…" Vivec began in a convincingly regretful tone as soon as they were far enough from the rest, "war is inevitable, you understand that – right?" Nerevar was quite lost in his own thoughts to even notice the slightly forceful tone in which Vivec spoke, and taking advantage of the short silence, the King's general and trusted advisor continued his speech. "I know that it must be difficult on you, but you know that it must be done. I've lost count of the times that we had to defend ourselves against ruthless barbarians, and we would have never survived if we just sat back and did nothing. Our majestic race would have ceased to exist many Eras ago if we hadn't fought back. All we need now is to protect our peoples once more – and you my King, can do it better than anyone else."

The general's words echoed in Nerevar's mind, but as convincing as they sounded he stopped their walk and shook his head. "I thank you for your insight, but right now we're going only for negotiations, unnecessary bloodshed is only a calling for returned aggression." The King replied firmly. "And I don't need those countless battalions of soldiers that you've gathered here. Just bring one or two hundred with us – they should see that we aren't afraid to use force either." He said, and watched Vivec pull away from him and step back with a bow. "As you order, my King." The general replied in monotone.

Nerevar knew that there was no point bringing all those troops, he didn't want to provoke any hostile reaction from the Dwemer. All he wanted was to use power as an intimidating factor to force the Dwemer to relinquish their worship, which would be in everyone's best interest. It would only show that they had the ability to defend themselves, so that the Dwemer wouldn't even consider invading the Chimer. Once that will be done, peaceful coexistence could be continued.

"You may get some rest, Nerevar, we'll take care of things here." Vivec added, but Nerevar glanced at the standing troops, unsure if he should leave the task entirely to his generals. Although after turning his gaze back to Vivec, Sotha Sil and Almalexia, he decided that for now he could entrust this duty to them. After all, they were correct when he was not, and he should have listened to their advice, when he did not.

With a nod, Nerevar accepted the offer. "Just don't come up with anymore sudden ideas." He commented, before turning to go back into the castle. The generals nodded and Dagoth, who silently and pensively witnessed all of the fiasco, moved to follow the King indoors. They soon found themselves back in the main hallway of the first floor of the castle, and continued walking straight down the corridor. Nerevar didn't have any destination in mind, letting his feet take him wherever they would, and just as his eyes lifted up to idly glance at the next set of large doors on their right, it turned out to be a training hall. He stopped, and a small smile lifted his features – perhaps he was presented with the opportunity to get his mind off the troubles of the day.

"Would you like to spar with me?" Nerevar suggested, turning to Dagoth. The taller Chimer smirked before replying, "I'd love to, my liege. But I must warn you, I won't go easy on you…" Nerevar gave a light chuckle at the words, "I wasn't expecting you would." He replied and pushed the doors of the training hall open. The main part of the hall was enormous, in the shape of a giant rectangular room, with all of the needed equipment that any type of combatant would need. Upon noticing their arrival, every occupant of the room hailed them and bowed. The two lords smiled and returned the greetings, watching the participants continue their training. Some were practicing their bow and arrow skills, others were trimming the practice dummies down to size with all kinds of melee weapons, while the sorcerers were the ones that exercised various spells, ranging from destruction, to conjuration, illusion, and healing. Nerevar found it amusing how a group of magicians at the North side of the room were attempting to knock each other out with fatigue draining spells. In other words, the main hall was full with excitement. In addition to the central area of training though, there were ten more rooms branching off from all sides, ranging from small to medium to large.

They chose a medium sized room and entered it, closing the door behind them. The walls were as thick, if not thicker, than everywhere else in the castle – and it effectively blocked out all of the deafening noise of bashing swords, various yells and shouts and other miscellaneous sounds. Nerevar stepped forward, glancing at the decorations on the walls. Shields with various symbols hung around, and exquisite swords laid crossed on top of them, forged by traditional and magnificent Chimer craftsmen, enchanted and embedded with precious stones and materials. The young King was soon pulled again into pensive thoughts about the Dwemer, and his jaw tightened at the thought that his friend could lie to him in such a way, plan to invade his kingdom, and destroy any loving ties that the two races might have formed! His hand curled up into a fist, and he was glad that he decided to wear his battle attire in the morning – he needed to spar to get his frustration out.

"You do understand that turning your back on an enemy could be quite dangerous." Dagoth remarked with a smirk, instantly pulling Nerevar out of his thoughts. The young King turned to face his counterpart, only to be met with the edge of a sharp sword. "You do have a point there." He replied with a smile, suddenly hurtling a frost spell at his unsuspecting counterpart, which made Dagoth instantly numb and gave Nerevar more than enough time to unsheathe his own sword and press on the offensive, pushing away Dagoth's blade. The taller Chimer gasped at the coldness of the swift spell and tried his best to fend off the vicious array of attacks, jumping back and doing his best to keep his distance and avoiding the slashing metal, as he waited for the cold numbness to ease off his body. His sloppy blocking soon improved as the effects of the spell wore off, and he eagerly returned the attacks, throwing a few of his own bolts of fire and watching as Nerevar dodged and staggered backwards, switching to defensive maneuvers.

The young King ducked at the next onslaught of slashes that came above his head, instantly crouching down and skillfully kicking the footing from beneath Dagoth. The taller Chimer gave a surprised sound as he fell, finding himself on the ground in an instant. Hardly a second passed before Nerevar's shimmering blade came hurtling down, and Dagoth managed to roll away in time to hear a loud metallic cling of metal against the stone floor. Without allowing a moment's rest, he quickly slashed at the evading figure, and another metallic clash echoed in the room as two blades met. Dagoth smirked and lifted his other hand to throw a sudden ball of flame right at the King. Nerevar's eyes widened at the unexpected attack, and luckily he managed to dash to the side just in time, hissing as some of the scorching heat grazed over his arm, while the ball of flame barely missed him and exploded against the wall. Dagoth's smirk stayed on his lips and after getting the space that he needed, he quickly got up and held his sword in a defensive position. In a blink of an eye, the young King launched forward, forcing Dagoth to parry the quick attacks, when the older Chimer suddenly felt the other's blade slash across his side.

The taller Chimer gave a small sound at the blow, fortunately he wore his armor, and the blade did nothing more than scratch the metal. His smirk though slightly faltered at the show of speed and agility from his counterpart. Nerevar grinned and took the opportunity to push onward, making Dagoth stagger back until his back hit the wall. Nerevar smiled triumphantly and moved to bring his sword up to place its length against the other's neck, but before he could do that, his eyes widened as he was suddenly stunned with an electrical shock. Dagoth's hand was pressed against his chest, and transferred an electrical current that buzzed through his body, disabling any movements. He winced at the pain, and Dagoth quickly knocked Nerevar's sword away from his hand and threw the other to the floor.

Nerevar groaned as he landed harshly on the floor, disarmed and still unable to move much, and it took him a few moments to regain his senses, but before he could get up, the tip of Dagoth's blade was positioned at his throat. "Hn… got to be more careful, Nerevar…" The obsidian eyed Chimer drawled, while Nerevar tried to reach for his sword, which lay a few inches away from him on the floor, but he was soon stopped as the sharp tip pressed more firmly against his skin. "Don't even think about that." Dagoth voiced, and slid the tip of the sword lower along the other's throat. "V-Voryn…?" Nerevar voiced as quietly and calmly as possible, while watching the other lean lower above him. "Yes, my King?" Dagoth asked amusingly. "…Stop that." The amethyst-eyed Chimer said, and soon felt the other's blade leave him. "Giving up already?" The taller one voiced with a smirk, although before Nerevar could reply, he was taken by surprise as his armor was swiftly and skillfully dispatched. "Voryn! What are you doing?" The young King exclaimed and tried to get up to recover his protective attire, only to be stopped by Dagoth's blade once more, which forced him to remain laying on the floor.

"Do you know how delicately vulnerable you look right now?" Dagoth drawled and watched Nerevar blush, before pressing the sword tighter against that tantalizing golden skin, and hearing a small gasp from his captive as he slid his weapon lower, letting the sharp blade cut the soft material at the top of the other's shirt. Nerevar could only watch with wide eyes at the other's actions, emitting a few sounds as the edge of the sword pressed against his skin firmly, but not enough to draw blood. Soon he felt the other's weapon leave his sight and Dagoth's mouth descended upon his in a demanding manner. Nerevar couldn't suppress a small moan and leaned into the kiss, tilting his head up and parting his lips. Dagoth eagerly accepted the unspoken invitation, and without a second thought began ravaging and plundering his King's sweet mouth.

After a few long moments, Dagoth pulled back to softly lick the pink crests of his lover, before moving back slightly more and letting his gaze roam over the other's still clothed body. Nerevar tried to use the momentary pause to level out his breathing, willing himself to stay as calm as possible. "Voryn…we should get back to training." He voiced, and Dagoth's dark gaze instantly met his as the taller Chimer narrowed his eyes at the stubbornness of the King. "Perhaps you have forgotten, my King, but I have defeated you in battle, and now…" A grin grew on Dagoth's lips, "I get to reap the rewards." Nerevar's blush slightly increased at the words. "But this is really not the place…to gain such trophies."

"Hn, not the place? I believe that the conqueror gets to choose." Dagoth murmured and leaned down over Nerevar, only to be pushed back by the other's hand as the amethyst-eyed Chimer sat up. His counterpart gave a small growl at the disobedience, and his hand shot to the side to quickly cast a locking spell on the only door that served as an entrance and exit to this hall.

"Does that feel more… private?" The taller Chimer asked slyly as his gaze turned back onto his prey with a smirk. Though in the brief moment of distraction, the young King already managed to retrieve his dropped sword, and hold it horizontally in front of him in a defensive position. Dagoth blinked as the sharp object became an obstacle between him and his beloved, and with a feral grin he leaned forward, towards the edge of the blade – watching in satisfaction Nerevar's widened eyes as the younger Chimer slightly leaned back.

"Mn, it's not nice of you to deny me once more. After all, you did promise me some time to play today…" He drawled, not needing his own weapon to disarm the other, and instead grasping Nerevar's right wrist. The young King tried to pull his hand away from the hold, but to no avail. Soon he felt Dagoth's fingers tighten around his wrist and forcefully pull his hand to the side. After having the metallic obstacle moved from his path, the taller Chimer descended onto Nerevar's lips, kissing him heatedly and roughly, while pressing harder onto the captured wrist in order to weaken his hold on the sword.

Nerevar's slightly pained whimper melted into a quiet moan at the feel of the other's mouth dominating him. The tight pressure on his wrist and the harsh kiss were making it harder to maintain a strong grip on his weapon; and when Dagoth's teeth clamped down on Nerevar's lower lip, the King let out a sharp yelp and his sword fell from his fingers, emitting a loud metallic clang as it hit the floor. Dagoth eased his hold on the other's wrist and attempted lowering Nerevar to the ground, which resulted in the young King biting the other's invading tongue. The taller Chimer let out a small pained sound, followed by a possessive growl.

"But Voryn… this isn't exactly the time to play…" Nerevar voiced as firmly as he could, while breathing softly against the other's lips. "No Nerevar. You've teased me enough." Dagoth replied with determination, roughly pushing his counterpart onto his back, before turning him over and lowering himself on top of the other. "Because I know that you want it Nerevar…" Dagoth whispered against the other's ear, lightly nibbling on his earlobe, while letting his hands roam over Nerevar's sides.

The young King bit down on his own lower lip to stop himself from emitting any sounds at the husky words and determined touches. Suddenly he felt the other's hands pull his hips up, so that he was standing on his knees, while his face pressed against the cold floor. The blush that never left his cheeks only became hotter as he felt Dagoth's hardness press against him, and he couldn't suppress a small moan as the other's mouth began sucking on the side of his neck. Dagoth smirked at the reaction, sucking harder to leave a red mark on the King's fair skin.

"Tell me what you want…" The taller Chimer prompted, sensing Nerevar's increasingly heavy breaths. It took Nerevar a moment to regain enough composure to reply. "I want you… Voryn." He whispered back, and Dagoth stopped his ministrations to bask in the pleasant sound of his name being uttered so sacredly from the other's lips. He then leaned down once more to place soft and loving kisses onto the nape of the other's neck, while his hands explored the skin beneath the King's shirt.

"Nerevar… you have no idea how much I love you…" He voiced sincerely, trying to express the overwhelming feelings that he felt for the young King. "I do know…because I feel the same Voryn…" Nerevar replied softly and just as truthfully, loving every single part of the Chimer above him. The momentary pause abruptly ended when Nerevar felt Dagoth's clothed erection rub against him, and he closed his eyes, trying to suppress another moan at the action.

Dagoth's smirk returned to his lips, and he slid his hands back along the other's skin, reaching the top of Nerevar's pants and taking them off along with his underwear. His hands continued to smooth down the other's hips, before moving lower to brush his fingers across the other's entrance, eliciting a strained moan from Nerevar. Without a further warning, he pushed two fingers into him, listening to the erotic sounds of the other's louder moans and gasps. He continued the movements with his digits, making Nerevar slightly buck his hips.

The young King's breath was coming in short gasps, and his eyes were tightly shut against the pleasurable sensations, but after a few moments he felt the fingers retreat and Dagoth's hot breath flowed over his ear. "You are mine…" He whispered heavily and possessively, sliding down his own lower garments to reveal his hard erection. Without a moment's hesitation, Dagoth rammed harshly into Nerevar, eliciting a near scream from the delicate lips of his lover. The younger Chimer's mind was completely fogged as he tried to get accustomed to the euphoric feel of the other's hardness pushing into him.

Dagoth hissed at the blissful tightness that surrounded him, and tried his best to stay still, but soon he failed at his attempts and grabbed a hold of the other's hips, pulling out of Nerevar and thrusting back in with a low moan. Nerevar's sounds heightened in volume at each thrust and the ecstatic movements made him gasp and moan, arching his back and parting his lips to take in sharp breaths. Dagoth continued pounding roughly into the one below him, and kept up the fast pace, basking in the intimate closeness and enjoying each sound that his lover emitted. Soon the pleasure began to mount and with a few final thrusts, Dagoth threw his head back, his fingers bruising the flesh of Nerevar's hips as he moaned out his release, spilling his seed deeply into the other. Nerevar's own scream rang from his throat as he arched his back and came harshly, feeling the other's essence fill him up.

Their breaths were heavy and ragged, and Nerevar felt the other lean over him in exhaustion, before starting to softly kiss his neck. Nerevar could feel the other pull out of him and turn him over to kiss his lips lovingly. The young King returned the kiss and reached up to slide his fingers through Dagoth's long, silky strands of hair, feeling utterly satisfied and content. Dagoth smiled at the one below him and leaned down to close his eyes and regulate his own breathing.

They lay in a soft embrace for long calming moments, before they were interrupted with a few loud knocks on the door, followed by Vivec's voice.

"Nerevar? Voryn? Are you in there? I've been told that I could find you two here! – who the heck locked the door, dammit!"

Dagoth picked his head up to glance in irritation at the door. "We're training!" He called out in such a tone that it was obvious the conversation was over. But Vivec was not one to be easily intimidated, and continued the knocking. For once Dagoth was glad that his skills at locking doors were better than that of the insisting Chimer behind the door. So no matter how hard Vivec would have tired to open it, he wouldn't be able to unlock it. But Vivec, seeing that he couldn't get much more of a response, and annoyed by the fact that he was spoken to through the door, huffed audibly and gathered up his patience to wait calmly.

In the meanwhile, Nerevar sat up and reached for his discarded attire, pulling it on once more and waiting for Dagoth to do the same. In a few moments they were completely clothed and ready to go. The young King sheathed his weapon, as Dagoth moved closer to the door, before catching the taller Chimer's wrist and pulling him back. Nerevar gazed up into Dagoth's obsidian-colored eyes and leaned up for a sweet kiss, savoring the taste of the other's lips and cupping the taller Chimer's face. As the lip-lock ended, Dagoth smiled in adoration and brushed a few locks of violet hair from Nerevar's face. "You are magnificent, my King…" He murmured and stole another kiss before unlocking the door.

"Ah! And so the door wasn't all hopelessly jammed after all! I was wondering how you two were going to get out!" Vivec exclaimed in mock revelation as he glared at Dagoth.

"Well to a certain degree it really was improbable to open…" Dagoth said with a smirk and a hint at the other's inability to disarm such magic.

"Don't you know that it is bad manners to keep a fellow general locked out and waiting for so long?" Vivec continued, with a growing frown.

"If it was up to me, I would have kept you locked out of every room in the castle! It'll be much better that way."

"Oh yeah? Well next time you decide to use your petty magic, I'll blow the damned door off!"

Dagoth's smirk only increased as he prepared a quick retort back at Vivec, but Nerevar simply couldn't continue listening to such a pointless argument, and without letting a chance for the dark haired Chimer to speak out, the young King quickly cut in. "I'm sorry about that Vivec, we really didn't mean to keep you waiting." He said with an apologetic smile, trying to hide his amusement at the other general's flustered look.

Vivec turned his gaze from Dagoth to Nerevar, and his irritated expression turned into a much calmer and dignified one as he slightly tilted his head up. "Yes, this argument is truly foolish. It isn't my fault that your fellow general here, likes to discuss useless topics. But let us not dwell on it any longer. My King, I have come to inform you that your troops are standing at the ready. There are currently two battalions – as you have ordered."

Nerevar gave a quick nod and stayed silent for a moment. "Thank you, Vivec. Let us go see them." Dagoth noticed the darker mood that instantly fell upon his companion, before allowing Vivec to lead them to the courtyard. Soon enough, the sight of organized arrays of Chimer soldiers standing in neat rows caught Nerevar's attention and he looked over his troops. As reported – there were two battalions, each holding a hundred soldiers, which were positioned in rectangular formations in the field.

Nerevar stepped down the stairs at the front of the opened castle doors and took a walk across the courtyard, inspecting the orderly soldiers. He wasn't expecting anything to be wrong with them, but he wanted to see in what kind of a state they were. Every single soldier stood perfectly straight and proud in an immobile stance. All of the rows of the two battalions were flawlessly positioned. Everything seemed in place, and he was about to give an approving signal, before noticing Lieutenant Porat's slightly nervous gulp. The King stopped and let his gaze sweep over front line, paying a closer attention to each individual. From a closer proximity he was surprised to find anxious expressions that usually accompanied newly trained troops before the onset of battle.

He frowned and instantly remembered Vivec's earlier words, and figured that he might have misinformed those troops of their intentions.

"Soldiers!" Nerevar called out, intent on clearing this up once and for all.

"Yes, Majesty!" Came the synchronous answer from the entire battalion that Nerevar was addressing, and with a quick glance to his side he showed that his announcement concerned the second battalion as well.

"Despite what you might have been led to believe – we are not engaging in a battle. Your only duty is to accompany me to negotiations with the Dwemer." Nerevar stated and watched in satisfaction as the faces of his Chimer soldiers visibly relaxed and lost their strained qualities.

"So if we're all ready, then…" He turned to his generals, who took the cue to step down to the courtyard. "Yes, Ready." Vivec confirmed, and after receiving verifying nods from the rest, the young King turned to his lieutenant. "Let us go then." He prompted and soon the two battalions, led by the Tribunal, exited the castle gates and marched in unison, in the direction of Red Mountain.

Even before the small Chimer army stepped onto the red soil of the Dwemer territory, it seemed that their allies have already noticed their unscheduled visit. Obviously if any scout or peasant would notice such an organized army marching up towards their homes, they would get suspicious in the very least, without bothering to check any details.

The Tribunal was greeted by the Dwemer King himself, who was instantly called upon to arrive at the open gates of Red Mountain. Ever since the common defeat of the Nords, the enormous metallic doors that Nerevar had seen closed on almost all occasions, were standing open and welcoming to the Chimer.

King Dumac took a step down in the direction of his visitors, his eyes wide in surprise and confusion at the sight of the two battalions that marched up behind the Tribunal. From the looks that the Dwemer in the settlement were giving them, it felt rather hostile for the first time since their previous animosity. The surrounding Dwemer citizens switched friendly greetings into frightened and bewildered looks, so unlike the welcoming smiles that Nerevar became so pleasantly used to. Of course it wasn't difficult to understand their uneasiness, but it surely seemed that if any other Dwemer was in the place of their King, they would have already gathered their own army in the very least for defensive and preventive purposes.

Their King though, was clearly much more trusting of the Chimer, and he didn't have any of those ideas even close to mind – he was just extremely shocked at the appearance of the troops. His logic was telling him that perhaps there was another common foe, against who the young Chimer King needed his help with. Obviously in those kinds of situations, there were always long discussions that informed both allies and worked on a strategy, but Dumac couldn't even allow the thought that this army was meant to march against him. So he figured that it must have been an alarming emergency.

"Hail friends! What has brought you to us in this urgent manner?" King Dumac inquired. Soon the Chimer King made a small gesture and his troops stopped several feet behind him, standing in ever organized formations. Nerevar stepped up and came in front of King Dumac, giving him a small bow. Even though Dumac gazed intently at the other King, eager to hear his reasoning, Nerevar stayed silent for a moment. It surprised him that his ally seemed oblivious to his intentions, and it pained him when he realized that if he would place his accusations, it would most likely severe all traces of trust and honor between them.

But the young King's brows slightly frowned as he reminded himself that the Dwemer King himself has already ruined those two traits between them. The Dwemer lied to him, the King didn't keep his word, and this 'friend' of his has betrayed him! All those forced thoughts created a heavy boulder that fell to the bottom of his gut, crushing all hope for the better and filling his insides with pain, self-torture, guilt, anger and remorse.

"Sire, we know all about your plans and actions. And we do not approve of your worship of the Heart of Lorkhan." Dumac Dwarf-Orc's eyes continued to widen with a mixture of confusion and slight agitation as he watched the changing expressions on Nerevar's face, and he was greatly taken aback by the threatening tone and words of the other. Though all he did; was continue staring at the Chimer before him, unable to understand what his words meant.

"I… am not sure if I quite follow what you are saying." He finally muttered out in further perplexity.

Nerevar's gaze became even sterner, and it seemed like he could stare a hole through a rock. "You Highness – let us not play anymore games. They are quite pointless. We both know why I came here, and if you cooperate, we won't take it any further than this."

"I beg your pardon, Majesty?" Dumac Dwarf-Orc voiced slowly, gazing in complete shock at the rude formality of the other's speech. "I'd appreciate it if you would at least articulate your thoughts a bit clearer; I simply don't understand that you're getting at." His replies held a hint of defensiveness, since the Chimer's request of so-called 'cooperation' hurt the King's pride. It was a very lowly way of speaking to a King, not to mention that the other didn't want to explain the situation fully.

"You must give up your worship of the Heart of Lorkhan or I shall forget our friendship and the deeds that were accomplished in its name!" Nerevar voiced defiantly, throwing all caution to the air and being angry at the fact that the Dwemer King was trying to hide their actions once again. He hoped that his forces would intimidate the Dwemer into submission.

King Dumac's shock couldn't be any greater than the one that he experienced after he heard the straightforward threat from his fellow King. The Dwemer King was proud and protective of his people, and what Nerevar just said had crossed the line. He couldn't tolerate such accusations against his race, even if he knew nothing of the facts behind it all. He stood straight and firm in the Chimer path. "Are you suggesting that –"

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