Surrender
"Listen here you psycho motherfucker…Raelag!"
The said man turned at the mention of his name, and Findan cleared his throat to repeat what he had said. "We're going to travel together till the end of the visible route, and thereafter we'll split up. I will take the warriors from the Havensworth." He traced the path on the map with his long elven finger. "You will take care of Remedios. You know, the one near Talonguard. Raelag? Raelag!"
"I'm listening, goddamit." The warlock cried, whipping around once more to face his companion. "I get it, okay? It doesn't mean that a person is facing away from you that he isn't paying attention."
"I was just making sure that every bit of my plan got inside your petty head," Findan mocked with his hands on his hips. "I was worried that you didn't understand. You're obviously daydreaming about Isabel."
"Watch your tongue, Gaylord." Raelag hissed, bringing down on the table the papers he had been messing with earlier. "I was just calculating how long it would take us to gather as many warriors as possible. By now Isabel would have hundreds of each tier."
"Well yeah, Zehir had thought of that possibility. So guess which lucky hero gets to assault Talonguard." The Wood elf replied to that, grinning and raising a finger to point at Raelag. "YOU can cast Destructive spells that are way more damaging than me, Zehir and Godric can. That's why we chose you so that you can weaken them with every bit of mana you have in your wimpy body. And if you end up dead, what's the trouble?" Here the warlock jumped Findan and the two lay silent, one still on top of the other.
"Screw you, you sonofabitch. First of all, I can probably cast thrice the power you have. This wimpy body can do it all." Raelag whispered, grinning broadly at the elf beneath him. "Second, I don't think I'd end up dead. So when I return with Isabel in my arms, you can get down on your knees and worship me." Findan rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Do you really think I give a damn? Now get off me before anyone sees!" And with that the ranger pushed the body with all his strength and managed to get back on his feet a full minute later.
Raelag dusted his armor, still glaring daggers at the other elf. "You're demented, you are. I never knew Wood Elves were crackpots."
"Crackpots!" Findan exclaimed, bristling. "How dare you. Compared to your kind, we Wood Elves are pretty decent."
At that the pale elf's eyes ventured up and down Findan's body, a look of utter disbelief displayed on his face. "Decent, huh?" He asked, a smile tugging his lips. "You mean looking like a walking tree with braids is decent? What has gotten to the world these days?" He shook his head, sighing.
He bent down just in time before an incoming inkpot could hit him right in the face.
It was by nightfall that they reached the end of the road. The visible path had been weathered and there were only faint traces of trails left. Findan sat on the mossy ground, leaning against a tree, letting out a deep breath. Weary eyes scanned the view visible atop the trees, his long elven fingers undoing the water skin quickly, and then dumping the liquid down his throat afterward. Across him was Raelag, who was just lying there against his tree, not bothering to get himself a drink of cool water. The two had taken their places where one's destination was to be headed to; Raelag somewhere to the northeast, and Findan at the other side. The blond-haired elf closed his eyes, faintly listening to the steady beats of his steed's hooves as the creature made its way to a nearby stream. They had traveled for three days and two nights nonstop; now they deserved and desperately needed rest.
"We better set up camp, Raelag, before the sky turns a dark shade of night blue." The Wood Elf said into the silence, and his companion moaned. He too was tired, but if they didn't set camp soon, they would find themselves smitten with ant bites…or worse.
It was mightily quiet as both were busied by their work, and once they finished, it seemed new to hear something else other than crickets and wolf howls.
"Well, good night, Findan. I'm hitting the hay." Raelag said, stretching, then half-waving at his companion as he disappeared in between the tent flaps. "Good night," Findan greeted back, a little louder for his companion to hear him. Standing up and stretching his tired bones, he too went inside his own camp to get some sleep.
He opened his eyes a few hours later, even if the sun had not risen yet. The sudden disturbance that had awoken him was the uncanny feeling of silky hair grazing his skin. He raised his head, just barely, enough for him to see- or to confirm his assumption of who his visitor could be. As he had expected, it was Raelag.
"In the name of Sylanna," grunted Findan, glaring at the pale elf leaning on top of him. "What the hell are you doing?"
There was a new look to be found in his companion's eyes. It wasn't the usual haughtiness or hatred, but a mixture of an intimidating stare and somewhat…predatory. That sent a chill up and down his spine, and immediately an expression of fear flashed upon Findan's face- causing Raelag to smirk.
"Scared, Findan? I figured I would freak you out." The raven-haired elf whispered, purposely blowing lightly on the other's cheek. Findan shuddered at that and forced an arm to press upon Raelag's chest in a vague attempt to keep them apart. "Who wouldn't be?" He snapped, glaring back at the man's eyes. He was trying to muster up all the courage he had in his body- after all, he was just caught off-guard. His composure was coming back quickly. But the Dark elf's grin was enough to make puppies cry, and Findan found his valor slowly draining- surely he wasn't planning…?
"Raelag, get off me." He said somewhat pleadingly, and he hated the way his voice quivered though just slightly. The reason for his fear was not because he was really scared of Raelag- there were numerous things Findan could do to this petit elf on top of him- but because this close proximity was making him hot. And he did not like that.
"You know how it is? You make me want to hit you and screw you at the same time." The Dark elf said somewhat savagely, disregarding his companion's statement earlier. "And I hate it. I don't know what to do, I try to think about Isabel, about ANYTHING else, but no! You still stay in my head like a clingy imp during winter." Findan blinked at that, genuinely surprised. "What are you implying? Do you think you're the only one having trouble with your hormones? Everything about you is driving me crazy!" The Wood elf stated, successfully pushing Raelag off him since he had regained control of himself and the Raven had obviously been speechless by his own words. "Your laugh gives me butterflies in places I didn't know I had places, that sexy grin of yours makes me want to grab you and-" Here he made a wild gesture that could have meant so many things or nothing at all, "and your hair! Haven't I told you that having your hair in my mouth turns me on?"
Findan ended his rant heaving, and his Raven-haired companion stared at him quietly, mouth slightly open. The silence only pissed the ranger even more. "Stop staring at me like that! I thought you were feeling the same thing!" He cried exasperatedly, and quickly Raelag placed both hands on his companion's shoulders. "Yeah, you're right." He said slowly, the sexy grin returning to his pale face. "So how about we have sex right now, while we're alone and alive?"
Silence.
"You know, Raelag…that might be a good idea." Came the eventual reply. "But on one condition."
The Dark elf frowned at that. "What?"
Findan gently pushed the warlock's arms away, then started undoing his clothing. "I'll be on top."
This was certainly a once in a lifetime thing, their having sex.
Author's notes: At last it's over! Sorry if it's not that descriptive, but hey, I'm young. XD I still don't have the right words to describe any of their activities. Questions and reviews AND rants are always welcome. I figured you guys might have something to say about the whole plot so…go ahead. I'm ready to answer any of them. And yes, sorry for the OOC-ness on everyone's part- but let's blame it on the lack of information about the characters, ey? I haven't played any of the expansion sets yet, but I'm going to. SWEAR.
The whole thing between Raelag and Findan is entirely fictional, or so I think. Who knows if they're homo. Why yaoi? It's because I read too much gay stuff, darn it. It's fun anyway, so go blame Death note for that. But I am happy with how it turned out. In fact, I think it's funny enough to be categorized under 'Humor'. That's my opinion though. If you guys think it's corny, please say so. This is my first time writing comedy, after all.
LONG LIVE HOMM FANS (there are quite a few, sadly)!
Hopefully this story would spark interest in readers who had not played HOMM yet. Gaining more fans for my favorite game is my sole purpose.