Here is another chapter, I am on a roll finally my block is gone for this story. More relationship building, more dragon soul oddities. Some minor sexual themes. But now that I am on roll of course night shifts starts once more. I am going to keep writing today and hope that I'll be able to finish a chapter before my shift starts, if not then I will have to wait until Tuesday to continue writing.

Hope everyone enjoys this chapter, can't wait to hear your thoughts.

For all those that reviewed the last chapter, thank you so much for you words, it actually made writing this chapter easier.

Argis scowled darkly as he tried once more to move. He groaned in pain and laid back down on his bedroll. His lower back hurt, his ass was killing him and not to mention the mark where Jorik had set his teeth was smarting. He chuckled lightly, and was glad they were in no rush. He allowed his eyes to drift close wanting more rest before they leave. He knew one thing now, Jorik was a lot rougher when those dragon souls of his were in control. Even being in pain he didn't mind, not in the least, it was well worth it.

Argis' eyes fluttered opened when he heard the flaps of the tent open once more. That is what had woke him in the first place, Jorik leaving the tent. He watched his husband through half lidded eyes. "How are you feeling?" Jorik asked him as he took a seat on his bed roll.

"Sore." Argis answered grinning. "You're not that small."

Jorik laughed, shaking his head. "Hold on, I'll get something to help you." He searched through his pack and found two bottles of healing. It would be enough, if he used it properly. "Drink this one, and I'll take care of the rest with the other one."

Argis nodded, and grimaced as he swallowed the bitter potion. He laid his head down on his arm, not even attempting to roll on his back. His eyes snapped eyes open when he felt Jorik's fingers probing his most painful area and then groaned as the pain started subsiding. Slowly the pain in his lower back was vanishing as more of the potion disappeared within his body. "Better, that feels a lot better," Argis murmured.

"Good, get some more rest and we'll leave in a few hours," Jorik said, and curled up against Argis.

"Is the morning after always going to hurt like this?" Argis asked quietly.

"No. Last night I had no control and didn't prepare you like I should have or thought about using lubricant." Jorik answered and his cheek started burning from embarrassment.

"Those words you said last night, what did they mean?" Argis asked as he rested his head on Jorik's shoulder.

"Months ago when you asked if I was going to take you I told you no, not until you are worthy, last night I said you were worthy," Jorik answered, his voice turning drowsy as Argis listened to him talk.

Argis curled up to him, one leg laced with his. He lightly kissed Jorik's shoulder, working his way up to his mouth…

"Don't start something you are not ready for," Jorik warned.

"Hush and enjoy," Argis answered then silenced him with his mouth.

"Argis, no, you're not fully healed," Jorik panted when he broke the kiss.

Argis grinned softly, "That's not for you to decide remember."

"I don't want you hurt and I can't promise that the dragon within won't take over again." Jorik warned.

"Let me worry about that," Argis murmured silencing Jorik with his mouth.

~oooooooooooooooooooo~

Argis grinned as he walked beside Jorik. Their second time was not even close to the same as the first. Yes he was sore, but not as sore as he had been from the last time. He knew he wasn't walking normal and didn't care, the pleased smile on Jorik's face more than made up for any discomfort he felt.

"Where are we camping tonight?"

"We'll be in an inn. I want a soft bed after being out for the past while," Jorik answered as they walked the back trail to Iverstead.

"A soft bed does sound nice," Argis grinned. "It beats rocks digging into my back.

"To warn you there are no doors on the rooms at this inn," Jorik said.

"WHAT? Why in the nines would they do that?" Argis asked horrified.

"Don't know. We'll only be there for the night and then we have a long climb ahead of us. We need to make sure we have enough supplies and lots of furs," Jorik warned.

"You sure they will let me in?" Argis asked worry slithering through him.

"Yes. You are my mate, they wouldn't dare stop you," Jorik stated with certainty.

"Well if they start using their shouts I will wait outside," Argis warned.

"Why? You have no problems with my thu'um," Jorik reminded him trying to erase the wariness in Argis' eyes. He hated seeing that look in his husband's eyes.

"Ha, you wish. I have never been hit by your thu'um. I usually roll away like any sane person would," Argis laughed at the started look on Jorik's face. "That fus one hurts like a son of a bitch. I've seen too many enemies being thrown on other side of the room with it. So there is no way in the nines will I let one of your shouts touch me."

Jorik chuckled shaking his head, "If you fear the thu'um so much…."

"No, I am following you inside, but if it looks like they are about to shout at me – I am gone." Argis warned.

"If they shout at you they will have to deal with me," Argis's eyes widened when he heard Jorik growl these words. His breath caught as Jorik stalked to him, the slits back in his eyes. "Hi los vungol. Nid fent arx hi. Zu'u fen jaaril hi midrak pah." (You are mine. None shall harm you. I will protect you against all.)

Argis' stared at Jorik unsure what to say. It would have been better if he knew what Jorik had said. "Uh, we should continue to Iverstead," Argis murmured.

"Niid. Zu'u fen miir hi ont zuk ful dov ahrk joorre mindok tol wah arx hi los wah ziig dii bah. Ruz Zu'u fen kuz hi ol dii liin ahrk pah fen hon hin zaan fah zey." (No. I will mark you once more so dragons and mortals know that to harm you is to rouse my wrath. Then I will take you as my mate and all will hear your shouts for me.) Argis eyes widened as he heard the words. He didn't need to be told what those meant he could see the heat in Jorik's eyes. He watched as Jorik's eyes latched onto his neck and knew exactly what he wanted. Argis shivered at the look, pleasure shot through him. He undid the clasps to his armor and allowed it to drop to the ground. He watched Jorik carefully, hoping he read his husband right. If he didn't then he really needed to learn the dragon language because something told him he would be hearing it for the rest of his life.

Argis gasped as Jorik pulled him roughly to him, his pulse sped up. He gasped in pain when Jorik's teeth latched high on the side of his throat. He felt his skin break, and blood trickle down his chest. He fought not to show any pain. He was a warrior, not a milk drinker. Slowly he let out the breath he had been holding when Jorik let him go.

He grabbed Jorik's wrist when he hand reached for the rest of his armor. "No. If you want to take me again, then you better be a lot gentler then you were the last time your dragon soul ruled," Argis warned him, holding his wrist in an iron grip.

"Bahlaan liin." (A worthy mate) Argis hesitated, not sure what was going on now. Argis tightened his grip on Jorik's wrist in warning when Jorik tried to take his hand back. He watched Jorik's eyes and slowly let him go. His eyes widened when Jorik gently touched his cheek, tracing the scar he gave him. Argis slowly relaxed with each touch, his breath quickening. He started leaning into each touch, slowly he raised his own hand to touch Jorik, watching his dragon eyes intently. When he saw no anger or hesitancy he closed the gap between them, treating him how he would have treated him if his dragon soul hadn't taken over.

~oooooooooooooooo~

Argis grinned as he saw the startled glances their way when they entered the inn. Jorik's eyes have not went back to normal yet, and he was fine with that. It didn't bother him. Jorik had been gentler, but it hadn't lasted and he hadn't mind. You can't tame a dragon.

Argis walked over to the inn keeper, "We need a room for the night and a place where we can purchase some items for the trip up to High Hrothgar," Argis stated.

"There's no place to purchase supplies but I might have some things on hand," the innkeeper said as he watched the nord in front of him. He glanced back at the other man standing by the fire and knew that was the dragonborn.

"Thanks," Argis murmured and rolled his eyes when he heard the bard start to play the dragonborn. He glanced at Jorik to see him watching the bard intently. "I'll pick up the supplies in the morning before we leave."

"This is the first time I've seen you with the dragonborn," the innkeeper murmured with an inquisitive air. Argis didn't roll his eyes, but he wanted to. It seemed to be part of the trade for innkeepers to be nosey.

"Nor will it be the last time you see my husband with me," Argis jumped at the sound of Jorik's voice. He thought for sure that Jorik's soul was still in control of him.

"I got us a room for the night and we'll see what the innkeeper has in stock in the morning," Argis told him.

"Don't worry about it, we'll only need food to take with us. You should have enough arrows and I have magic if we run out," Jorik answered with a shrug and walked over to the room where the innkeeper waited. Jorik turned to the innkeeper, "Have some food ready for us in an hour and have a bath prepared." He ordered tossing him a small sack of coin.

Argis followed him in the room, "You're right no doors…" he grumbled.

~oooooooooooooooo~

Argis breath caught as he stood at the edge of one of the cliffs. He could see all of Skyrim from here and he had to admit it was breath taking. "Quite the view," he murmured as Jorik's arms wrapped around his waist.

"Jorik why did it take so long for your dragon soul to let you go?" Argis asked cautiously.

"Because, I promised nothing would harm you," Jorik answered and stepped away. "Come we have a long way to go and I don't want to stop until night fall."

Argis stared at his back astonished for a moment before following him. "Are you saying there are truly seven thousands steps?"

"Probably, I have never counted, but I know it took me two days to climb to High Hrothgar," Jorik said not bothering to stop his trek.

Argis caught up with him and walked beside him. He enjoyed the quiet as he looked at the scenery around him. He watched as dark clouds headed towards them and worried how bad storms could be up here.

He wasn't ignoring Jorik, more like not really paying attention, his attention was on the area around them. So when Jorik gripped the back of his armor and dragged him back a few steps, to say the least he had not expected that. He looked at Jorik to find him staring at the peak of the mountain with a challenge in his eyes. Argis rolled his eyes, he knew this look well, there was a dragon nearby and Jorik could feel him.

"Forget it. We still need to climb these steps before you are even close to him." Argis reminded him with amusement.

"He's very old, the souls are fearful and they fear no one," Jorik whispered.

"Alduin?" Argis asked as he drew his blade and watched the skies.

"No, it's another," Jorik murmured thoughtfully.

"Then let's get moving and maybe you'll meet him on the way. Right now there is no way to get to him," Argis said, still searching the sky.

Jorik nodded, turning his attention to his husband, smiling proudly when he saw him on guard, sword in hand.

Hours later Argis trudged behind Jorik and scowled darkly. He couldn't wait until Jorik decided to make camp, he was ready to pass out, and if it wasn't soon he didn't care what his dear husband thought he was making camp where ever he felt like.

He took a few more steps and slipped for the umpteenth time. "Ok, we are making camp now. I am not taking another step Jorik!" Argis hissed his anger.

Jorik turned to him and grinned, "You lasted longer than I thought. Impressive," he said chuckling at the indignant look on Argis' face.

"You did this on purpose?" Argis snarled in outrage. "It's been dark for a couple of hours now."

Jorik shrug still grinning. "I'll make camp, you can use the logs in my pack to make a fire." Argis eyes narrowed, he bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. He walked over to his loving husband and shoved that snow down his back. "That is for making walk for hours after dark." He smirked smugly and turned away to start the fire.

Jorik gasped as the cold snow hit his heated skin. "Wait until after we see the Greybeard, then I will pay you back," Jorik groused, scowling at Argis.

"Uh huh, sure," Argis mocked as he tried lighting the fire. But the flints were wet so they were useless.

Jorik saw Argis struggling to light the fire and grinned. Maybe he would have payback sooner than he thought. He walked silently up behind his husband, trying his best not to make a sound. He moved to the side some so he wouldn't accidently hit Argis and grinned for a moment. He turned his attention to where the wood was stack for a fire. "YOL" he shouted and doubled over laughing when Argis jumped back with rolled, cursing profusely when snow went down his back.

"Jorik!" Argis growled glowering at his laughing husband.

"Yes?" Jorik choked out between hiccupping laughs.

Argis smirked, shaking his head. He couldn't stay angry, "You're an ass," he grumbled lightheartedly.

Jorik grinned and winked at Argis, "You don't seem to mind my ass," he joked and watched his husband blush beet red. He walked over to Argis offering his hand up. He tugged harder than needed forcing Argis to catch himself against his armor. He brought his mouth close to Argis' and whispered, "Thank you, it's been a long time since I've been this light hearted." Before Argis could say anything he kissed him lightly.

~ooooooooooooooooo~

Argis couldn't keep the grin off his face, ever since Jorik's small confession to him the grin wouldn't leave. Even now after climbing the rest of the way the grin didn't disappear. It had been awhile since he felt this lighthearted, but Jorik's confession meant a lot to him.

They walked through the door hand in hand. Argis was worried what the Greybeard would say but they took one look at his neck where anyone could see the bite mark that Jorik gave and then looked at Jorik. They didn't say a word, there was no sign that they didn't welcome him.

So he took a seat on one of the chairs as Jorik spoke with them. He picked up one of the books laying around and wasn't surprised by the title. It was about the dragonborn. He dived into the pages, hoping to learn more about Jorik and the dragon souls. As he flipped through the pages he didn't really learnt much except for some history.

He glanced back to Jorik and rolled his eyes, him and one of the greybeard were speaking in dragon, so he didn't understand a word that was being said. Next time him and Jorik were alone he would ask Jorik to teach him the dragon language.

Argis noticed another greybeard walking around. He decided to ask that one if there was more information on the dragon. He cleared his throat when the man didn't turn to him, "Where can I find more information on being a dragonborn?" he asked.

Argis eyes narrowed when the man shook his head at him and turned back to standing in front of lit candles. He thought about getting angry, but that was too dangerous to do. If rumors were true these men could kill him with his voice so he wasn't going to chance that.

"Argis what are you looking for?" Jorik asked when Argneir left him.

"More information about being the dragonborn," Argis answered, his cheeks heating up.

"Borri, do you have any information like that?" Jorik asked. He took a step in front of Argis incase Borri decided to speak. Instead the man shook his head.

"So what's going on?" Argis asked, Jorik didn't need to tell him that there was nothing.

"In the morning I learn a new shout and we meet the master of the Greybeard," Jorik answered.

"You have a look in your eyes that I never seen before, its like anticipation," Argis told him, unsure what was going on.

"The leader is a dragon," Jorik stated.

"Don't tell me, you are going to take it soul?" Argis asked warily. He didn't think that was a good idea, especially where there was four people who considered that dragon their leader. Four people that could shout you to death.

"Won't know until I meet him. If he is weak then probably but the dragon I felt isn't weak," Jorik stated and watched as Borri bowed to him before leaving.

"So where do we sleep and do these rooms have doors?" Argis asked hopefully, he wanted privacy, not where people could hear everything.

Jorik laughed, "Pull out your bedroll, whereever you lay it is where we are sleeping."

"You've got to be kidding me," Argis grumped.

"Follow me," Jorik said as he walked to where the Greybeards slept, for beds in an alcove. He watched as Argis' eyes widened and then shook his head. "So either we pull out a bedroll or we camp outside again."

"I vote for camping outside. They should have firewood, and with the both of us in tent we'll be warm enough," Argis said thoughtfully. His plan sounded better than sleeping in here where the old men could watch them. He didn't think they would do that, but he like his privacy.

~ooooooooooooooooooooo~

It took them more hours to get to the top where they were supposed to meet the Greybeards leader. Jorik hand was on his chest right now, stopping him from moving forward any further. A low rumbling growl came from his husband as he slowly moved forwards.

So far there was no sign of the dragon, but there was a wordwall nearby. "Jorik?" Argis questioned, wondering how far he was gone. When no answer came he worried more.

Argis glanced up when he heard the beating of strong wings. He didn't need to be nor did he need to look to tell him that was a dragon hovering over them. He swung towards Jorik when he heard his sword leaving its sheath. Shit this was going to be really bad, was his only thought. After killing this dragon they would need to deal with the Greybeards and that was something he wasn't looking forward to.

Argis rushed Jorik, grabbing his sword, "Jorik, you can't kill this dragon," Argis warned, when Jorik's growls became deep. Argis groaned, he didn't know what to do other than knocking him out. It didn't seem as if he heard his voice.

Argis flinched when he heard the ground tremble as the dragon landed. He rolled his eyes, this was the last thing they needed, now he really hoped that he would be able to help Jorik from doing something really stupid.

Jorik met the dragon's eyes, a warning growl coming from him. He could feel the age of this dragon, his soul called to him, but not to actually take, more like challenge. He so badly wanted to test this dragon's strength. "Drem yol lok Dovahkiin," the dragon's voice thrummed through him.

"Drem yol lok dovah," Jorik answered back. He could feel the tension in Argis body, feel his fear that he would lose complete control. Jorik met Argis' eyes, seeing his worry, "Don't worry," he whispered.

Argis watched Jorik walk towards the dragon, and waited for the fight that he was pretty sure that was going to happen. He shook his head as the both started talking that dragon language. He walked over to the word wall, leaning up against it as his husband spoke with the dragon. He wondered if this day could get any weirder. He didn't think so, but with his husband involved… yep they could.

~oooooooooooooooooo~

Sat staring at the fire, Paarthurnax - the dragon, and his husband were still talking. Darkness had covered the sky, they had been up here for hours now. Argis was ready to crash for the night, but he wasn't sure what the dragon would think if set up the tents. So he forced himself to stay awake.

"You look like you are about to pass out," Jorik commented as he took a seat behind Argis and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Can we set up tents here?" Argis mumbled, sleep starting to claim him while in his husband's arms.

"Yeah. I'll set up the tents, you try and stay awake until I am done," Jorik chuckled.

Argis forced himself to glance around for the dragon and found him perched on the wordwall watching them. To be honest he didn't care at the moment that there was no privacy.

Argis woke earlier than Jorik which happened rarely. He automatically went to the fire, trying to light it once more but he had left the flints out once more. He felt the ground tremble and glanced at the dragon, Argis' eyes widened when the dragon neared. "YOL" and the fire was lit for him. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," Argis said as the dragon lay nearby.

"He will be sleeping for a while yet. When you finish eating if you wish to learn the dragon language come to the word wall," Paarthurnax stated as he moved away.

"What do you mean he won't be waking for a while?" Argis asked not able to hide his concern.

"He will tell you if he wants." The dragon answered.