Heya'll again! Sorry I took so long in updating, nasty work to do. But here
is Chapter 6. It's shorter than the others I think, and it serves more of a
bridge and a set-up to the rest of the story than anything else. Don't
forget to R&R!!! (.please?.)
Chapter 6
Raistlin sat up quickly, panting, sweat dribbling down his forehead. He was seized by a coughing fit and waited for a moment for it to pass. His gasping filled the now dull room, but he tried desperately from letting it get too loud. When he had recovered, he turned onto his side to make sure Dalamar was all right. The Dark Elf had rolled away from Raistlin's embrace in his sleep, and now huddled away from him. The Archmage put a soft hand on the Dark Elf's shoulder, moving his fingers to make sure the skin was still smooth and unmarred. Satisfied, Raistlin then moved his hand down Dalamar's body, beneath the bedsheets, to rest on his smooth and rounded hip. A quiet, happy noise came from the still sleeping Elf.
Raistlin kissed Dalamar's bare shoulder and the Dark Elf stirred, pushing himself up on one arm and looked at his lover through half lidded eyes over his shoulder.
"Could you not sleep, Shalafi?" he asked, rolling onto his back and looking up at the Archmage.
"I had a bad dream, that's all," Raistlin replied absently, stroking the soft black hair of his Dark Elf. He could not believe he had held it so roughly, even in a dream. "And I've told you before. Don't call me Shalafi when we're together like this. Just when I am teaching you the magic."
Even in the dim light of the setting sun, Raistlin could see the small smile and blush on the face of his lover. "I am sorry, Mela en' coiamin." /Mela en' coiamin/. Raistlin recognised the Silvanesti for "Love of my Life". Flattered, he placed his lips over the Dark Elf's, running his tongue over the other's lips in a plea for entry. Sure enough, it was granted.
"You are insatiable," Dalamar laughed softly. Raistlin flashed him a cheesy grin.
"You blame me for loving you?" He asked. "Do you blame me for fearing that if I don't keep my hands on you, you'll leave me?"
Dalamar was taken aback, and quickly shook his head. "I wouldn't leave you."
"You almost did today."
"But."
"Promise me something, Dalamar," Raistlin interrupted, whispering and stroking Dalamar's cheek with the back of his fingers. "Promise me you won't try to fight Takhisis tomorrow." The Dark Elf looked away, regret in his eyes.
"I cannot promise you that," he said. Raistlin's heart sank, the dream coming back to him. If Dalamar tried to defy her, he may end up becoming that abused, sorrowful being, existing purely to bend to every one of Raistlin's perverse and cruel whims and wishes. Raistlin made a silent vow to himself that he would never become that uncaring towards Dalamar.
"Dalamar, this is important. You must promise me; you have no other choice. If you try to fight her, you may die. Or worse." Raistlin trailed off.
"Shalafi, I follow you and your orders, as always." Dalamar lowered his eyes. "I will not resist."
"Thank you," Raistlin sighed as he leaned forward to trace kisses along Dalamar's jaw line. He pressed his body against that other man's, moaned when sensitive skin touched.
"Raistlin." The Dark Elf's smooth palms pressed on the Archmage's chest, pushing him away. "We have a big day tomorrow. We should sleep." This caused Raistlin to sigh.
"You're right," Raistlin whispered, trying to hide his disappointment. He wrapped Dalamar tightly in his arms, snuggling down into the soft, warm bedsheets. "I love you."
"And I you."
"I love you more than my life."
"I know."
"I love you more than the magic," Raistlin breathed softly. He had never told Dalamar that, although he knew with all his heart and soul that it was true. The smaller figure raised bright green eyes to meet the now soft gold ones.
"Really?"
"Really."
/"I love you too, Raistlin Majere,"/ Dalamar said, slipping into Silvanesti, knowing Raistlin would understand. /"More than the Magic."/
Raistlin did understand, and he kissed the Dark Elf passionately before both relaxed again into which could be their last night together.
Chapter 6
Raistlin sat up quickly, panting, sweat dribbling down his forehead. He was seized by a coughing fit and waited for a moment for it to pass. His gasping filled the now dull room, but he tried desperately from letting it get too loud. When he had recovered, he turned onto his side to make sure Dalamar was all right. The Dark Elf had rolled away from Raistlin's embrace in his sleep, and now huddled away from him. The Archmage put a soft hand on the Dark Elf's shoulder, moving his fingers to make sure the skin was still smooth and unmarred. Satisfied, Raistlin then moved his hand down Dalamar's body, beneath the bedsheets, to rest on his smooth and rounded hip. A quiet, happy noise came from the still sleeping Elf.
Raistlin kissed Dalamar's bare shoulder and the Dark Elf stirred, pushing himself up on one arm and looked at his lover through half lidded eyes over his shoulder.
"Could you not sleep, Shalafi?" he asked, rolling onto his back and looking up at the Archmage.
"I had a bad dream, that's all," Raistlin replied absently, stroking the soft black hair of his Dark Elf. He could not believe he had held it so roughly, even in a dream. "And I've told you before. Don't call me Shalafi when we're together like this. Just when I am teaching you the magic."
Even in the dim light of the setting sun, Raistlin could see the small smile and blush on the face of his lover. "I am sorry, Mela en' coiamin." /Mela en' coiamin/. Raistlin recognised the Silvanesti for "Love of my Life". Flattered, he placed his lips over the Dark Elf's, running his tongue over the other's lips in a plea for entry. Sure enough, it was granted.
"You are insatiable," Dalamar laughed softly. Raistlin flashed him a cheesy grin.
"You blame me for loving you?" He asked. "Do you blame me for fearing that if I don't keep my hands on you, you'll leave me?"
Dalamar was taken aback, and quickly shook his head. "I wouldn't leave you."
"You almost did today."
"But."
"Promise me something, Dalamar," Raistlin interrupted, whispering and stroking Dalamar's cheek with the back of his fingers. "Promise me you won't try to fight Takhisis tomorrow." The Dark Elf looked away, regret in his eyes.
"I cannot promise you that," he said. Raistlin's heart sank, the dream coming back to him. If Dalamar tried to defy her, he may end up becoming that abused, sorrowful being, existing purely to bend to every one of Raistlin's perverse and cruel whims and wishes. Raistlin made a silent vow to himself that he would never become that uncaring towards Dalamar.
"Dalamar, this is important. You must promise me; you have no other choice. If you try to fight her, you may die. Or worse." Raistlin trailed off.
"Shalafi, I follow you and your orders, as always." Dalamar lowered his eyes. "I will not resist."
"Thank you," Raistlin sighed as he leaned forward to trace kisses along Dalamar's jaw line. He pressed his body against that other man's, moaned when sensitive skin touched.
"Raistlin." The Dark Elf's smooth palms pressed on the Archmage's chest, pushing him away. "We have a big day tomorrow. We should sleep." This caused Raistlin to sigh.
"You're right," Raistlin whispered, trying to hide his disappointment. He wrapped Dalamar tightly in his arms, snuggling down into the soft, warm bedsheets. "I love you."
"And I you."
"I love you more than my life."
"I know."
"I love you more than the magic," Raistlin breathed softly. He had never told Dalamar that, although he knew with all his heart and soul that it was true. The smaller figure raised bright green eyes to meet the now soft gold ones.
"Really?"
"Really."
/"I love you too, Raistlin Majere,"/ Dalamar said, slipping into Silvanesti, knowing Raistlin would understand. /"More than the Magic."/
Raistlin did understand, and he kissed the Dark Elf passionately before both relaxed again into which could be their last night together.