NOTES: Warning ahead. This chapter contains MATURE, SEXUAL and ADULT content between two fictional, consenting men. You've been warned.
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Chapter 32
No candles required being lit as the moonlight illuminated the guestroom. The thick, wool curtains that hung above the balcony doors fluttered in the cold night breeze but it hardly bothered Ondolemar, who sat in a chair near the blazing hearth and the bed where Ganir lay unmoving.
The High Elf knew he needed not worry about the Dark Elf's well-being given his 'state', but didn't want to leave him alone to wake up. Not to forget mentioning that he was exhausted…
With a trembling hand, Ondolemar poured himself a goblet of water, which quenched his thirst. He swept the sweat off his brow and his eyes lingered on the Dragonborn, who no doubt would recover even without his help, but Ondolemar had no desire to tempt fate and had exhausted his magicka to heal the nasty, deep gash on Ganir's head and all the other wounds the Dark Elf had sustained.
"Capture a dragon…" Ondolemar muttered to himself with a small laugh. "Imagine that…"
He had no questions, doubts or hesitations as to why he'd taken this path, which led him all the way here in what seemed such a short time and he had not a single inch of regret. "Auri-El be damned if the bards don't sing songs of this day," he then said, raising a newly filled goblet at Ganir before he drank all the water in one go.
With his body drained of magical energy and all of the spell-casting taxing on his body, Ondolemar wanted nothing more than to lie down in the bed at Ganir's side, but the nightstand was littered with blood-smeared bandages and empty flasks which previously contained potions to enhance his flow of magicka. Ondolemar had barely gathered the filthy bandages in a bundle when he stiffened, startled when he felt Ganir's hand between his legs.
"Fucking…Ganir!" Ondolemar exhaled sharply through his nose and let go of his chest.
"Come. Rest. It can wait," The Dark Elf murmured weakly. Ondolemar needed no further convincing as he'd already sat down on the bed to recover from his initial shock and then laid down on his back, next to Ganir, who chuckled.
"You really need to stop doing that," Ondolemar exhaled again. Then, after a moment of silence as he stared at the mischievous glitter in Ganir's tired eyes, he asked, "How do you feel?"
"Like Ancano's used me for target practice." The Dark Elf winced when he reached for the gash on his head, which was still delicate to the touch.
"Stop touching that." Ondolemar propped himself up on one elbow to whisk Ganir's hand away from the wound. "I'm no miracle-worker but did what I could. Besides, if Ancano had used you for target practice, I can assure you we wouldn't be speaking."
A little jolt shot through Ondolemar when Ganir snuck his arm under Ondolemar to pull the High Elf closer to him. "Speaking from experience?" Ganir purred as his other hand grabbed hold of Ondolemar's.
For a moment he hesitated, but Ondolemar pressed his lips against Ganir's. As tired and aching as they both were, for now they were alone and together.
Only when Ganir deepened the kiss and pulled him closer, did Ondolemar let go of Ganir's hand. His hand slid down the Dark Elf's shoulder and he stroked his chest. It was amazing to finally feel what kind of body was hidden below the armor he was rarely seen without.
Thin, lean and muscular. Ondolemar's fingertips felt the countless scars that marked the Dark Elf's cold, ashen skin and his lips curled into a smile when Ganir relaxed. The Dark Elf's hands had found their way below Ondolemar's tunic and a shiver ran down Ondolemar's spine as Ganir's sharp nails raked over his skin. He followed the Dark Elf's guidance and both the elves shifted in position without breaking their kiss.
Ganir had propped himself to sit upright against the bed's headboard with Ondolemar straddling his thighs. Ondolemar rolled his tongue in his mouth, briefly pondering to say, or ask, but upon meeting eyes with Ganir, he unlaced his tunic.
In the dim remnants of what light the hearth had provided along with that of the moon, Ondolemar's golden skin held a sort glow and the High Elf's eyes sought the Dark Elf's. Plenty of thoughts and things he could or wanted to say ran through Ganir's mind as well, but it felt right and whatever life one led, Skyrim had taught him that it was not worth fretting over.
And gods be damned this Altmer wasn't a gorgeous, gentle man he'd fallen head over heels with.
Ganir's hands rested on Ondolemar's hips and the Dark Elf thrived on the anticipation he saw in the High Elf's eyes before they closed as Ganir's cold hands stroked his chest. Ondolemar leaned in and caught the tip of Ganir's ear in his mouth, suckling it softly, shivering as Ganir's hands explored his body. "Gentle with that, mind the hair…" Ondolemar refrained from biting down on the Dark Elf's ear when Ganir dug his claws into his ass.
"Delicate spot?" Ondolemar purred in retaliation before planting his lips just below the Dark Elf's ear, suckling at the skin. A deep, sensual growl escaped Ganir and he ground his hips against Ondolemar's groin. Taking this as a good sign, Ondolemar began to undo Ganir's tunic who shifted to discard it.
As Ondolemar suspected, some of the scars on Ganir's chest held distinct patterns as if inflicted with a purpose. He trailed some of them with his fingers in awe and curiosity. Even after all this time, this mysterious, handsome elf still held so many riddles.
"Don't worry. Plenty of time to tell you all about it," Ganir reassured Ondolemar and grabbed the High Elf's hand to pull him closer. "Or do you prefer story-time over…'target practice'?"
"We could do both…after target practice." Ondolemar's lips curled into a smile, which lingered even when he caught the Dark Elf's lips again in a kiss. Ganir pushed his tongue into Ondolemar's mouth, holding him by the back of his head. His free hand stroked the High Elf's chest and he flicked his thumb over Ondolemar's nipple.
Ondolemar arched his back and pressed his body against Ganir's as their kiss deepened. He felt himself grow harder as he thought of the sudden 'incident' in the Midden. Since then, Ondolemar had wanted nothing more but a moment of intimacy with Ganir and now the moment was finally there.
Ganir closed his eyes as they kissed, not just to savour how Ondolemar tasted, but to contain his urges as the Altmer's intense warmth and delicious smell awoke his most carnal of urges. He could not just hear the other elf's heartbeat speed up, but feel the Altmer's hot breath and the heat from their bodies grinding against one another. A small growl escaped Ondolemar as jolts of pleasure shot through his body when the Dark Elf flicked his thumbs over his nipples and felt the blood rush and throb in his cock.
When Ganir tugged at the belt of his breeches, Ondolemar pulled back from the kiss and he sat upright to undo them. He had turned and gotten up to kick his trousers off his ankles, but he glanced over his shoulder at Ganir when the Dark Elf put his arms around him from behind and held him in place. "What are you-?"
The Dark Elf shushed him. "Just relax. Trust me," he whispered as he guided Ondolemar back onto the bed, the both of them on their knees but not facing each other. Ganir pressed himself against Ondolemar's back, his hair tickling him and he tensed slightly with excitement and anticipation before he relaxed to the Dark Elf's touch. "You're soft," Ganir whispered as he stroked Ondolemar's chest and back, slowly circling his thumbs down Ondolemar's waist. "So beautiful. Definitely superior bred."
"Few have the honor, 'mutt'," Ondolemar smiled and turned his face to kiss Ganir again. He carefully ran his fingers through the Dark Elf's thick hair. When he got close enough, he caught Ganir's earlobe between his lips and began to suck while his tongue played with the Dark Elf's earring. Ganir took a sharp breath and dug his nails into the High Elf's skin, peering down over the elf's shoulder through slanted eyes.
Ondolemar was flawless. His skin was so smooth, perfect and soft. His scent was sweet, exotic and musky. And it was all for him to enjoy. Once he felt that the elf in his arms had relaxed to his touch, his fingers unlaced the loincloth to fully expose Ondolemar to him.
Ondolemar's breathing stuttered as he shuddered with pleasure as the Dark Elf teased him, slowly inching closer to his groin before backing away. His hands gripped the Dark Elf's thighs and stroked them, as if bracing himself and when the moment was finally there, a deep, sensual moan left his lips. Ganir stroked the length of Ondolemar's cock, which rose to attention, eager for more. Ganir ground his hips against Ondolemar's behind, his own cock hardening as well, but he had the time and he wanted to pleasure Ondolemar the way he hadn't pleased a man in a long time.
Ganir's lips and teeth suckled and nibbled at the sensitive spots of Ondolemar's neck while his free hand grabbed a firm hold of the Altmer's ass and began to knead it. When the Dark Elf took a firm hold of his cock and began to jerk him off, Ondolemar threw his head back as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and a shameless moan escaped his lips. This elf had a way with him no man or woman ever had before and he loved it.
Ondolemar closed his eyes, blood pounding in his ears and so aware of how his cock and balls throbbed between his legs and in the Dark Elf's hands. Jolts of excitement shot through him whenever Ganir's fingers inched closer to his asshole and his hips instinctively began to roll with the motion as his arousal grew. Thick precum dripped down his hard, erect cock and he had no idea yet what the Dark Elf had in mind, but he wasn't just willing but aching for all of it.
When Ganir put his finger to Ondolemar's lips, the High Elf parted them and began to suckle on it, caught in a daze of his increasing arousal. Tingles ran down Ganir's spine as Ondolemar's tongue coiled around the finger in his mouth. The High Elf reached behind him and took a firm hold of Ganir's groin. Ganir grunted and took a sharp breath and it took every bit of restraint to not bite down on Ondolemar's neck, bend him over and fuck the living daylights out of him.
Gathering himself, he pulled his finger from Ondolemar's mouth and brought it down to Ondolemar's asshole. Gently he prodded and teased before pushing his finger inside and Ondolemar's cheeks burned hot-red, certain all of Whiterun had heard him, when he cried out not from pain but from an intense pleasure he had never felt before. Ganir couldn't help himself and chuckled before planting comforting kisses on Ondolemar's cheek. "Told you I could make you scream," he teased.
Ondolemar's wit left him as the Dark Elf's finger wriggled inside of his ass and the Dark Elf's other hand maintained its firm grip on his cock. He felt so vulnerable and embarrassed at first, but as the Dark Elf murmured sweet, tempting words in his ear in the Dunmer language, he surrendered to the waves of arousal that came with each motion. "Ganir…not too fast…"
The High Elf bit down on his lip and he slowly began rolling his hips to the Dark Elf's touch. His cock and balls were soaked in his own sweat and pre and as the pressure built up, he had to dig his fingers into Ganir's thighs as not to cry out his name. But when Ganir pushed another finger inside of him, he no longer had any restraint. Panting, groaning, twisting and writhing in the Dark Elf's grasp, he felt his balls clench and his cock pound so painfully he thought he was going to burst. "Ganir…!" If just a pair of fingers could do this to him, what would it be like if Ganir bent him over and fucked him.
As if the Dark Elf could read his mind, Ganir held Ondolemar in place and began driving him so close to the edge it was unbearable! The Dark Elf's fingers twisted inside of his ass while the other hand tormented his balls and cock to the point he was willing to beg for the release he so desperately ached for. He felt his asshole clench and unclench around the Dark Elf's fingers and the waves of pleasure hit him harder and harder as he inched closer and closer to an orgasm unlike any before. And all he could think of was how he wanted the Dark Elf to mercilessly pound him until the both of them would scream their release.
Ondolemar's whole body shook and a deep, heavy groan emitted from his throat as he released his load over Ganir's hand. When his legs gave, he was thankful that the Dark Elf caught him and pulled him down onto the bed, where for a moment, he lay dazed in the after bliss of his orgasm.
His chest heaved up and down and for a time, he was out of breath and at a loss for words, but when he made to speak, Ganir shushed him.
"It's all right," Ganir murmured while he stroked Ondolemar's chest. "Gather your wits first. There's no rush."
Ondolemar closed his eyes for a brief moment as the rush slowly but surely left his body and he began to shiver from the cold. Ganir could tell and pulling the High Elf too him, he also pulled the thick fur and wool covers over the both of them. The two elves lay alongside each other on their backs. No words needed be said, but Ondolemar couldn't help himself and twirled a few stray locks of Ganir's hair around his fingers as his thoughts grabbed a brief hold of him.
"Let me guess, you and Alvas would gather your things and be on your way?"
Ondolemar nodded. "Do you want me too?"
"No." The Dark Elf replied without a second thought. "After all, I did promise you a good story or two."
By the time dim rays of sunlight peered over the hills in the distance, Ondolemar had long since fallen asleep in the Dark Elf's arms. Ganir had basked in the bliss and warmth of an intimacy he hadn't shared or felt for anyone in a long time. That was until both he and Ondolemar swore furiously, startled when Dragonsreach's walls shook because of Odahviing's thunderous roars.
"What in the damned planes of Oblivion-?!" Ondolemar exclaimed as he shot upright. "Do you think we should…?"
The Dark Elf's lips curled into the most wide, shit-eating grin. "Nah. Ancano can handle it. After all, I need my…nurse's full attendance." Before Ondolemar could protest, Ganir pulled the other elf on top of him into a kiss. When Ondolemar pulled back, however, Ganir gave a sigh of admittance. "All right, we'll go check if the racket hasn't stopped after say…fifteen minutes?"
Ondolemar peered over his shoulder at the door which he had locked earlier that night so he wouldn't be disturbed while tending to Ganir and briefly mulled over the suggestion. "Make it ten."
"Good enough for me." An 'Oomph' escaped Ondolemar when Ganir grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him back into a kiss. Barely five minutes had passed as they frolicked, when Ganir pulled away and raised his finger, "See? He has it handled."
Though he wanted nothing more than continue, Ondolemar pulled away. "We should go check, though."
The Dark Elf sighed but let go of the Altmer, but he leaned back himself to momentarily ogle the naked High Elf who had climbed out of bed to get washed and dressed before he did the same.
Their initial idea was to head to the Great Porch but instead, found Ancano pacing back and forth in front of the blazing fire at the long tables. Irileth stood leaning against one of the ornate, carved pillars next to Balgruuf, who sat on his throne. Farengar sat on the steps to the throne while Proventus stood at his Jarl's side but they all looked so troubled, Ganir and Ondolemar both knew something was up right away.
"Dragonborn!" Balgruuf exclaimed upon seeing the two elves. "It is so good to see you! How do you feel?"
"Just fine, thank you," Ganir bowed his head. "Thanks to my comrade's care." It went completely over the heads of the others, but Ondolemar looked like a deer caught in the headlights when Ancano's eyes briefly narrowed at the both of them.
"We have a problem," the Arch-Mage then finally said to Ganir. "One that involves you making a choice for the better or worse on a short notice. Odahviing insisted he speak with me on a matter of great urgency and we must not delay any longer as we can't afford for Alduin to make the first move."
"With all due respect, but are you absolutely sure the dragon isn't making some vain threats in an attempt to trick us and cause chaos?" Proventus asked, though hesitant. "I mean, wouldn't that be a bit over the top to think a dragon would command 'armies'?"
"You also thought it preposterous for dragons to exist, Proventus. Need we be proven wrong again?" Balgruuf glared at his advisor before he turned his head to Farengar, who jumped to his feet when he realized the Jarl was expecting his opinion.
"It is definitely not out of the question, my Jarl," Farengar replied. "My previous research has shown that the dragons were even worshipped by so-called 'Dragon priests' who were treated like demi-gods and possessed great powers beyond our imagination."
"Wait, hold on!" Ganir shook his hands and head in confusion. "What is going on? What do you mean with 'armies' and Alduin making the first move?"
Ancano raised his hand at Ganir and nodded at the Jarl. "Jarl Balgruuf, I trust your judgement on handling the delicate matter of warning the holds. In the meantime, I will see to it that the Dragonborn is informed before I return to the College."
"But of course, Arch-Mage," Balgruuf replied. "You have our thanks, once more. Proventus. Irileth. We have work to do."
Without a signal or further word, Ancano walked off towards the Great Porch and after exchanging confused glances, Ondolemar and Ganir followed him. "Care to tell me what exactly is going on?"
"Alduin somehow knew what we were planning," Ancano replied. He didn't bother to slow down. "I don't know how, nor do I care to know, but he knows you're after him. The moment you set foot in Sovngarde, he will rally his servants to attack Skyrim, including the College."
"Wait. Stop." Ganir could tell right away that Ancano wasn't too pleased to be halted, but tolerated it nevertheless. "Calm down, Ancano. What else did he tell you?"
The High Elf's expression hardened and something burned within his dark golden eyes, but the most prominent thing both he and Ondolemar could both see, was fear. An emotion the Arch-Mage had never shown before. "Odahviing has told me that the only way for you to defeat Alduin, is to seek him out in Sovngarde. While he is weak, you may still have a chance, but you must leave now…And so must I. I must return to the College."
The realization now dawned on both Ganir and Ondolemar as to what was going on and understood why there was no time to waste. Not even to jest or say goodbye. But in a way, they already had and the two elves nodded at each other before Ganir turned and ran up the steps to the Great Porch; to Odahviing. Ondolemar made to follow, but Ancano grabbed hold of his shoulder. "There's nothing more we can do for him. The College needs us. I need you."
Ondolemar swore inwardly but knew Ancano was right. "Let's get going then," he said and the two Altmer left Whiterun as fast as they could, but Ancano too had cast a glance over his shoulder to where Ganir had headed.
Odahviing's chest rumbled when he saw the Dark Elf Dragonborn walk up the steps towards him. "Drem Yol Lok, Dovahkiin. I see your Lotlahzey has kept his word. Are you ready?"
"Is it true then what Ancano told me?" Ganir leaned on his knees to catch his breath as his mind reeled. It wasn't just Ancano's words that still rung in his ears, but the fear in the Altmer's eyes disturbed him greatly.
"Geh. With my vaat to you, it would bring me great dukaan to speak falsehoods," Odahviing replied. "But we must hurry, if you intend to defeat Alduin, Dovahkiin. Release me, and I shall take you to Skuldafn."
Ganir sought the Dragon's eyes but he knew he needn't doubt the dragon's words. "Release him." He said to the guards who stood on the walkway a level above him.
"Are you sure,-?"
"Yes, I wouldn't ask otherwise, now would I?" Ganir snapped, but his eyes lingered on the dragon. "If I even so much as detect the slightest hint of trickery…"
"Hi paak Zu'u Dovahkiin!" Odahviing snapped his jaws. "Have I not kept my word to you thus far?"
The wooden yoke creaked and the loud rattle of chains was unbearable to both Ganir and Odahviing's ears. The Dark Elf braced himself to strike at the dragon who shook his head as the massive yoke was finally removed. The massive beast then spread its wings and reared on his hind legs. "Stin, Dovahkiin! The greatest gift of all. And I shall repay you by showing you the skies as only the Dov know them."
Ganir had taken a step back, awed by the majesty of Odahviing's appearance. Only now did he realize how absolutely massive the dragon was. And with all the power that this dragon held, it had yielded to him, such a seemingly small and insignificant being. Odahviing lowered himself to the ground with his wings still spread. "Bo, Dovahkiin. Climb on my back and we shall fly."
Ganir looked over his shoulder, hoping that Ondolemar or Ancano would be there, but they weren't. And the realization that only he could stop Alduin hit him hard. Just what would await him in Sovngarde, if he could even go there. And if so, just how?
"Your Lotlahzey and his companion are powerful, Dovahkiin. They will do what they must, as will you, but you are not alone." Odahviing's voice was of surprising comfort to Ganir, who turned his head to look at the dragon again. "I will fight at your side."
The dragon then turned his head away from Ganir to expose his neck and spread his wings so that the Dark Elf could easily climb onto his back. When he stood near the dragon, Ganir couldn't help but stroke the beast's neck, whose chest rumbled deeply. "I'm counting on you, Odahviing. Take me to Skuldafn."
Ganir took a firm hold of a spine on the dragon's back and hoisted himself up. As Odahviing turned and awkwardly waddled towards the great open balcony of the Great Porch, the Dark Elf had trouble holding on and maintaining balance. His stomach churned when Odahviing spread his wings and he closed his eyes when the dragon took the jump.
But it was nothing like the wild, insane rodeo of the day before, but he felt...alive. And far down below, he saw two, small figures on horseback, riding down the paved road in the direction of Winterhold.
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NOTES: I am –so- sorry to keep all of you waiting this long for an update but real life happens, along with the flu, which has been kicking my ass for the past, two weeks. But finally, here it is, an update.
Again, I want to thank you all for sticking around thusfar, and of course, for still reading this fanfiction. I still really enjoy writing this, and it's great to see the comments. Thank you for taking that time as it's still appreciated.
