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Author's Note: I invented an infirmary room in Fort Dawnguard for this. It's somewhere on the 2nd floor and has windows. So if you're wondering where it was, it was in our imaginations all along.
Fort Dawnguard Infirmary
Tucker's eyes slowly opened. The world around him was pure white, there was nothing but white.
My god. I've gone blind. Or I'm dead. But this isn't what Sovngarde looks like which means I've ended up somewhere else. Gods no! There's nowhere else I could end up!
He began shifting around, trying to figure out where he was when he felt a familiar pair of cool hands touch either side of his face. He relaxed as the hands' owner spoke to him in a calming tone.
"Hey, you've got to take it easy. You've been out for a little bit. Half of your face was falling off so we had to wrap as much as we could. Let me get these off your eyes."
Serana's voice set Tucker at ease. Alright, he wasn't in some hellish afterlife that consisted of nothing but white blankness. Thank the gods. Then again he might be and she was just there with him. Honestly, if she was there with him that would make things infinitely less horrible. Serana finished unwrapping the bandages around his eyes and he felt a dull pain as his eyes adjusted to the light in the room. It wasn't exceedingly bright, just a few shafts of light coming in from the nearby windows but it might as well have been the sun.
"Gah. My eyes practically burn. I didn't join team amber eyes did I?"
Serana rolled her eyes.
"No, they made sure to give you a cure disease potion and a blessing every day just to be safe."
"Well damn, this sunlight is murdering me. Wait... Did you say every day I was out?"
Tucker peered at Serana as his vision's blurriness and burning began to disappear. He noticed her face seem to grow worried.
"Yeah, you've been out for the past six days."
Tucker spluttered.
"WHAT?! SIX DAYS?! HOW TH-"
He paused as he saw Serana's face begin to fall apart. A quick glance nearby showed a bed that was fairly close to his that had some of her stuff there: a spare pair of her boots, her cowl, and her dagger on the end table. She must have been spending the past few days waiting for him to wake up. Serana followed his gaze and saw the realization dawn on his face.
"Yeah, you were out for a while and…. I was so worried about you."
He could hear the pain and fear in her voice. He sat up a bit and smiled at her. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her eyes to his.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm awake and well now, well I hurt all over but I'm feeling better. What happened?"
Serana's eyes brightened a bit and her felt her shoulders relax at his touch. She put her hands on his lap as she replied.
"Well, after you did that incredibly stupid and dangerous stunt with Stendarr's aura and your shouting."
Tucker just grinned at her. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
"Fine. It worked and was clever but still dangerous and stupid as hell."
Tucker shrugged. It was a fair assessment.
"Anyways, after that I kind of went all out against my father. I kind of…. ripped off his remaining arm and filled him with as many sunhallowed arrows as possible. The power proved too much and he…. died."
He could detect the sadness in her voice and gave her shoulder a squeeze. She gave him a weak smile.
"And then I tried to get to you and help but I collapsed before I could help you. Thank the Gods that the other Dawnguard came in soon after that. And thankfully I had reverted back to my normal form otherwise I think they might have mistaken me for my father."
She smiled bitterly at that thought and turned away. Tucker put one of his hands over hers.
"Hey, you changing into that form saved my life. You are nothing like your father."
She turned back.
"But I am aren't I? When he cut you open and your blood coated the floor I was so panicked, I had no idea what to do! I was so sure that you were dead or going to die so I transformed and…. ripped him apart, like an animal."
"Serana, it's okay. Everybody acts like an animal in combat. That's all it is. You may have been more feral and done more damage but that's because you had stronger tools. Trust me, I've fought many a battle and a war or two. Battle is always bloody and brutal."
She shook her head and looked down.
"But, but I was so angry and just so scared! You were nearly dead!"
Serana whipped around to stare Tucker in the eye. He could see the pain in her eyes. He hadn't realized but they were red, likely from crying over the past few days.
"I couldn't even hear your heartbeat! The stairs and floor around you had been practically repainted with your blood! Your ribs were broken and torn to shreds! When they healed you they needed one of the Dawnguard to hold your guts in! I-"
Tucker cut her off by wrapping his arms around her.
Serana returned the hug and sobbed. She sobbed about everything that had happened. Being sealed away for centuries, her family falling apart, her father planning to bleed her dry for the prophecy, her mother locking her away, being a pawn to everybody she had ever known, being turned into a vampire, giving into her blood and ripping Harkon apart like an animal to save the man she loved, watching the man she loved come within a centimeter of dying and just barely being able to save him.
Tucker just held her. He knew she had been through a lot since she had been released from her entombment. This was the first time she had taken a second to try and process it all. He stroked her back soothingly. Gods he hoped this was helping. Serana's cries began to slow and eventually stop. She pulled back and smiled weakly at him.
"Sorry, there's been a lot on my mind."
He smiled back at her and cupped her face.
"Hey, it's okay. We've been through a lot."
Serana seemed to ponder this for a second.
"Yeah, we have haven't we?"
"Yeah, I can't believe we surviv-"
Serana suddenly grabbed Tucker's face and pulled his lips to hers. He grunted in surprise but responded enthusiastically. He felt her shift to where she was sitting on his lap now. He let out a light groan at the sensation and wrapped an arm around her lower back. She let out a low moan and bit down on his lip. He could feel a part of his body that was still intact respond. She broke away from the kiss and ran her hands along his bandaged chest and healing body. She traced the slight scars that were on his body, old and new. Tucker ran his hands along her back and waist, looking up into her eyes. Gods did he want this to happen. Serana had a predatory look in her eye before she leaned down and crashed their lips together again.
Tucker's hands reached to the bottom of her shirt and he yanked it off of her in one fell swoop. She let out a laugh at this. Tucker opened his mouth to say something but felt a cool finger go over his lips. She simply shook her head and winked at him as she slid the blankets off him and reached for his undergarments, the only item of clothing on him besides his bandages. Her nimble hands quickly took off the item and she slipped out of her pants. The two paused to admire each other before giving into their urges.
Dawnguard Hallways
Isran walked down the halls of Fort Dawnguard, giving polite nods and the occasional slightly less grim face that he reserved for when he was in an excellent mood. It had almost been a week since they had defeated Harkon and his vile court and vampire attacks were at an all-time low. Of course that was probably just the damned bloodsuckers laying low for now and operating in the shadows. Isran's face grew dark at the thought of this. The Dawnguard would have to remain ever-vigilant as the vampiric threat would never be truly gone.
Of course, it was very stunted now and that was still cause for celebration. He allowed himself a slightly less grim face at that thought. Besides, perhaps not all vampires were monsters. That vampire, Serana, that had travelled with Tucker was apparently crucial to the defeat of Harkon and she hadn't had a single bad incident so far. Perhaps a very small number of vampires could be trusted. Tucker was right all along as much as he may hate to admit. The thought of Tucker brought up a small amount of worry in Isran. The man was practically dead by the time the Dawnguard had gotten to him and Serana. Serana was fairly banged up but was better after a day or two of rest and some of those blood potions they'd found in Castle Volkihar.
But Tucker had been in and out for the past six days. Usually only awake long enough to drink broth or water and even that was a rarity. They'd had to slowly force feed him in his sleep and use magic to keep his strength up. His wounds should have killed him. Some of his innards had literally spilled out due to his ribs being broken and his torso being cut open. His face was damn near falling off. They were just barely able to put his guts back in and heal his face enough to where it wasn't going to fall off on the return trip. They'd had to keep two healers on him the entire ride back just to keep him stable. Once back they'd began much more intense healing sessions and forced healing potions down, and applied healing potion laced bandages to help the process but it was slow going.
Isran rounded the corner and saw his goal: the infirmary was just ahead. Everybody else wounded had healed enough to leave the infirmary so it was just Tucker and, of course, Serana. The woman had absolutely refused to leave his side, even though she knew that he wasn't likely to wake up any time soon. He admired her loyalty to him.
Isran heard strange noises coming from the room. A mixture of grunts and almost animalistic growls. And a rustling of sheets and creaking. By the gods! She must be feeding on him in his weakened state! What kind of plan she had he didn't know but he had to rescue his soldier before it was too late!
Isran took his hammer off his back and began to charge down the hallway, ready for combat. He charged into the room and was met with a sight that made him stop in his tracks. Isran had seen all manner of daedric horrors, evil cult rituals, and vampiric monstrosities in his years serving Stendarr and the Dawnguard but never had he seen anything as horrifying as this. Tucker and Serana were having sex in the bed, and not just any kind of sex but incredibly lustful and aggressive sex. One of the bed's posts had been ripped off and one of the legs had collapsed from the power of the movements of its occupants. The pair were truly enthralled. They didn't even notice Isran standing in the doorway, dumbfounded.
"Ah, ah, ah! GODS DAMN IT SERANA!"
"FUCK! DON'T YOU DARE STOP TUCKER! WE DID NOT GET THROUGH ALL OF THIS JUST FOR YOU TO-AH!"
Serana was holding onto the remaining bedpost and ripped it off as Tucker hit just the right spot.
"Gah, damn!"
"Ah, shit!"
"Keep going!"
"Gods above, I'll never stop."
Isran wanted to scream, yell, laugh, and cry all at the same time. He decided to settle for leaving the pair to what they were doing and quietly slipped out of the room. He shuddered at what he had seen. Their cries of pleasure and animalistic lust echoed in his mind even once he was out of earshot.
Author's Note: It's been a while. I am so sorry for how long this took. A lot of stuff happened in my personal life and it left me very unable to focus on this and I did not want to halfass this. As such I will do a final final chapter for this that will also kick off the next arc. So the next one is the beginning of the new arc and the ending of this one. Thank you for your support and patience. I really hope that you enjoyed this!
