Voltagelisa: Ah just a little. Maybe I'm just a perv. I've dragged out Vilkas and Vincent's sexual tension enough, I think.
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MINDFREAK23: Lol. Thank you for the offer dear. I shall consider it.
Kogouma: Thank you dear. Ah…well yes… I probably should have worded that differently. Oh well.
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Herelies: Ah, I do not mind dear. I figured you were busy~ I'm glad you had a great time. We did here as well. Ah well, Vilkas is a warrior and tries to be the strong one. He'll get there…and even to the point where all they will need to do is smile at each other to get the point across. Lol, you always guess my symbolism! I love it! The sword scene was a personal favorite and you couldn't have been more right. Thank you for the birthday wishes and I really hope you enjoy this chapter.
Yes, I am aware that the song I'm choosing for this chapter IS in Twilight. No, I don't watch Twilight. I just really like this song and it fits. So there.
Explicit content in this chapter. Man on man loving. If you don't like, please don't read this. Jussst wait until I post the next chapter of something a skip this one over. Mmk?
-This chapter is dedicated to 'HereLies'. It's a long time coming dear. Thank you for your support.-
Chapter 18- One step closer
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
for a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more.
-By Christina Perri "A thousand years"-
Vilkas wasn't even sure how they had gotten here. He wasn't even sure what had got them to this point. He remembered kissing Vincent in the courtyard, gentle at first but the longing had moved in quickly like a tidal wave. They somehow got inside and kissed some more…but it had been more feverish and desperate. Vilkas didn't even remember coming down the stairs and stumbling into his room with the redhead. Yet…here they were…on Vilkas' bed, kissing and rubbing together like foolish teenagers.
Even fully clothed, the friction of Vincent's body moving atop his was enough pleasure to make figuring this out a hell of a lot harder. Whether or not anyone was still here, Kodlak's recent passing, Vincent's horrific past and the men coming after him… all suddenly seemed…unimportant.
That thought stopped Vilkas suddenly from his molestation of the redhead's pretty mouth. His head fell back to his pillow and he stared blankly at the ceiling. Why couldn't he just give in and stop thinking like a normal person did when it came to sex?!
"Vilkas…?" Vincent looked down at him, slightly breathless. His lips were slightly bruised from their continued lip lock and there was the softest tinge of red on his cheeks. Vilkas thought he looked so beautiful at that moment and couldn't help but wonder if that look would change if his eyes were blue, instead of copper.
Vilkas let out a half-groan in response and turned his head aside. He really wanted to kiss Vincent again… but the guilt of thinking such thoughts was getting to him. Why couldn't he just focus on the way Vincent was straddling his hips and the feel of Vincent's marred hands touching his skin? Why did he have to think of such things at a time like this? His wolf was also alarmingly silent. Normally, it'd be chomping at the bit and demanding to be let out or for Vilkas to finally claim his mate at long last….
But…it was silent. Somewhere deep inside Vilkas, that unnerved him. He knew the wolf was still there…He could feel it there. Why was it being so quiet…?
"Vilkas."
Vilkas snapped his head back to attention. "Aye…?"
Vincent looked a bit worried and shifted his weight slightly. Vilkas bit back a groan as he did. Vincent was over a very sensitive area right now!
"Am I…is this alright?"
Vilkas sighed. "I don't know. I want it to be."
"I do too." The redhead seemed to almost tremble in his lap. "You just suddenly seemed so distant. Like I was about to lose you."
"No. I was…just thinking."
"About…?"
Vilkas sighed and reached up to rub Vincent's leg. "I feel…guilt for lots of things. I know now isn't the best time to be thinking about them." 'I have to remember….before you make me forget.'
"We all feel guilt, Vilkas." Vincent didn't seem to mind the hand on his leg and tried smiling reassuringly. "You think I don't after everything that's happened?"
"No…I know you do."
"It's okay to be upset." the mage nodded. "But we can't change the past now. We learn from it and we carry on. Kodlak would not want you to feel guilty. Neither would I. If it's anything that brief moment I was able to speak with Grace taught me…it was that."
Vilkas cracked a small ghost of a smile. "Aye."
"Now…" The redhead backed up, rubbing righhhhht against Vilkas' crotch… (Intentionally or unintentionally…)…and making the Nord's legs twitch. He then sat between Vilkas' legs and smiled coyly at the taller man. "How about you take your armor off…?"
Vilkas sat up slightly, about to protest but that slightly hazy look Vincent shot his way made him change his mind. That smile had turned from coy to seductive in a single moment and made Vilkas swallow thickly. He guessed the mood hadn't been killed after all. It was a good thing, he supposed. He really did want him. Gods, did he REALLY want him.
"Fine…but you have to take off something too." Vilkas kept his voice strong and steady. Better the mage take it off himself before Vilkas ripped it off him in his eagerness.
"I do believe I can settle for that deal."
Vilkas pulled at the straps on his armor and loosened it until it fell away. He remembered suddenly that he had left his sword laying out in the yard but there was no way he was going back to get it now. He slid his legs over the side of the bed and stood for a moment so he could pull at the bottom half of his armor. He took his boots off while he was at it as well as the loose shirt he usually wore underneath. He left his pants on however. He glanced down once his armor was removed and saw the tent forming in his pants rapidly. Just a few kisses and he was already hard?! He wasn't sure why but he did feel slightly awkward. Almost like he was a virgin again…
When he turned back, Vincent had removed almost as much. His coat had been removed, folded and set aside gently. The vest he wore had also been removed as well as his own shoes. His white shirt had been undone but not removed. He sat cross-legged on Vilkas' bed, having finished disrobing as much as he was going to and had apparently been watching Vilkas undress.
That wasn't really fair….
Vilkas scowled and half-heartedly glared at the mage. Vincent answered the glare with a small laugh and patted the side of the bed to signal Vilkas to sit back down. Vilkas took the seat offered and noted how Vincent's eyes seemed glued to him. It was painfully obvious that Vilkas was erect and he knew Vincent had seen. When he sat down, he felt some of the embarrassment ebb away.
"You still have your battle paint on."
Vilkas blinked and touched right under his eye. "Aye…I honestly don't notice most of the time."
He felt Vincent shift closer and he tried not to tense as that fiery smell got closer. Not because he didn't like it…That attraction…that magnetism…was almost too much to bear. Vincent moved and sat in Vilkas' lap so Vilkas would be forced to face him now. Vilkas managed to bite back the groan that threatened to erupt from his throat when Vincent sat in Jussst the right spot.
Vincent's arms wrapped around Vilkas' neck, much like they had in the courtyard and he leaned in to connect their lips without a word. Vilkas met him halfway. Vilkas' hands slowly threaded into the mage's crimson red tresses and pulled lightly as their kiss deepened. He got an appreciative muffled moan from the redhead and the slightest bucking of his hips that did nothing but drive Vilkas mad.
Their kiss was anything but innocent. Desperate, hot and passionate. Vilkas knew his wolf had stirred and was somewhere watching. Why it had not pushed itself toward the surface while Vilkas' defenses were lowered, was all but a mystery. He couldn't take the time to locate it. All he cared about was that warm delicious mouth and those oh-so-talented hips rocking against his.
Vincent pulled back slightly so he could run his tongue along Vilkas' bottom lip. It seems like he also took the opportunity to get air into his lungs. Vilkas inhaled deeply, unaware how long he had been holding his breath. They locked eyes and a moment of silence passed between them. There was no sound in the room other than the sound of their harsh breathing.
Vincent's eyes…may not be the color they are supposed to be but Vilkas could still see that his eyes shone like someone who had found the love of their life. He had truly suffered to get to where he is and he was much stronger then Vilkas ever gave him credit for. Vilkas was unsure if even he would be strong enough to feel love if he had gone through a similar hell.
But Vincent had found someway to love him…and that was more than enough for Vilkas.
A quick peck on the lips from Vincent ended the silence swiftly. He chuckled and toyed with the hair on Vilkas' nape. "Thinking again…?"
Vilkas cracked a smile and slid his hands down from Vincent's hair to his back. "Aye. I need to stop doing that."
"Aye, you do." Vincent spoke, attempting to mimic Vilkas' accent and doing a rather poor job of it.
Vilkas rolled his eyes. "Listen…answer me something?"
"Alright."
"Do you…" It was REALLY killing him to ask this. "..Want this? I want to make sure…because if we start I don't think I'll be able to stop myself this time."
"Well…I…yes."
"…"
"Yes. I want to."
"…Are you sure…?"
Vincent faltered for a moment and Vilkas could have sworn he saw the tiniest glint of fear in Vincent's eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had come though and Vincent was smiling and nodding.
"Yes. I'm sure."
This may be a mistake but… "I'm not Cadrian."
"…W-What…?"
"You're scared…even a little bit right?"
Vincent grew silent. His arms resting on Vilkas' shoulders had slumped slightly but not fallen. He took in a deep shaky breath and focused his gaze on the center of Vilkas chest. "A little yes…Within good reason."
"Don't be…I know I have no right to say that but…I won't hurt you. I'm not Cadrian."
"Threatening rape is almost as bad as actually committing the deed." Vincent leaned in and rested his cheek against the crook of Vilkas' neck. "I am scared a little but I know you're not such a vile man." Vilkas could feel Vincent smiling against his skin. "I want to be with you in every way. I'd have to get over this eventually and while I'm still in the mood it might as well be now."
"You're still in the mood after that?" Vilkas almost felt like laughing. Almost.
"You're still poking me…so you're one to talk." Vincent rocked his hips to prove his point. Vilkas let out a low growl and saw a shutter run through the mage's body. That shiver…was not in fear at all. Although he knew the mage liked the sound of those low husky growls…
"Are you certain then…?" he really wouldn't be able to stop. This was Vincent's last chance.
Vincent's arms no longer slumped and instead moved up to grab hold of Vilkas' hair. His fingers tightened in his ebony locks but did not pull. "Yes." He spoke without hesitation. "I want you."
Vilkas felt his body fire up at Vincent's words. In a flash, his mouth was pressed roughly against Vincent's and they had pressed so close that no space was between them. All the tension between them slowly ebbed away and was replaced with a feeling of intense belonging. Vincent belonged here with him and Gods be damned, he'd stay here. He wouldn't let anyone take him away now. Not now. Not ever.
Vilkas let his body fall flat, back against his bed and kept the mage atop him. It was similar of the position they had started in. Vilkas really had no complaint about this. Having the mage ride him would be a quick way to make Vilkas come undone. It had been at least five years since he last had sex and he had no idea how long it's been for Vincent.
He let his hands roam under Vincent's loose shirt and caress his soft back. His skin was warm under Vilkas touch and oddly addicting. He did feel small, old scars as his fingers danced along Vincent's skin. Probably from Cadrian's beatings. He almost growled angrily against Vincent's mouth when he felt a particularly large jagged one near the base of Vincent's spine. He swore to the Gods he'd kill that man and his little fucking demon of an apprentice.
Vincent's hands were not idle, by any means. His hands moved down from Vilkas' hair to trail over his neck and shoulders. His pretty marred hands fell to Vilkas' chest and gently caressed his chest hair before gently brushing over his nipples. Vilkas felt his own body slightly shake and his cock throbbed painfully in his pants.
Vincent let out a soft, "ooh." and smiled as he felt the obvious twitch against his thigh. Damn that coy smile. Vilkas scowled and flipped them over, so he was on top of the mage. His hands went to Vincent's belt in an attempt to rid him of it and he bent to kiss the scar on Vincent's throat. His mate mark… That night seemed like a distant memory.
He heard Vincent mewl under the touch of Vilkas' mouth. It ignited a fire in the pit of Vilkas' stomach that burned hotter than any flame could. He threw Vincent's belt aside and quickly grabbed the hem of Vincent's trousers and pulled them off in one swift motion. He didn't hear a rip sound so he supposed that was a good thing. He really didn't need to rip Vincent's pants off literately.
He gave the mark one last, long lick before pulling back to take in the sight of his beloved. Vilkas had thought that only the fairest of the elven kind had such fair skin and smooth limbs. Then again, Bretons were half-elves in their own right. He ran a callused hand up Vincent's snow white leg before resting it on his inner thigh. His hand was an utter contrast the milky color of Vincent's skin. Yes, he was a Nord and Nords were usually pale…but Vilkas had been tanned slightly from hard training in the noon day sun. True, he was not as dark skinned as the palest Redguard but Vincent mad him appear dark in comparison.
Vincent's marred hand reach down and grabbed the hand that Vilkas had kept on Vincent's thigh. He pulled Vilkas' hand up his torso, over his neck and finally against his face. Vilkas' blue eyes widened slightly when Vincent drew the pad of Vilkas' thumb against his lips and let his tongue peek out to caress the digit gently.
Vilkas felt his cock give another twitch in protest. It was aching…begging to be touched or sheathed in something warm soon. He did not however…want to hurt Vincent in his eagerness…now matter how cute and utterly edible he was being currently.
He tore his eyes away from that gorgeous sight and glanced around his room. He didn't appear to have anything available he could use as lubricant on hand at the moment… He really didn't want to use his spit but beggars couldn't be choosers. His eyes then fell on Vincent's bag. Maybe the mage had something?
"Vincent…?"
"Hum?" Vilkas felt Vincent's tongue gently caress the pad of his index finger before taking the whole digit into his mouth.
Vilkas shivered and bit his lip. Way to tempt him to just forgo the lubrication but he wanted his first time with Vincent to be pleasurable for both of them. He wanted as little discomfort as possible. He'd only stooped to being penetrated once and he had not enjoyed the experience. The whelp he'd chosen had demanded to be dominate in bed. Vilkas had relented, though somewhat reluctantly. He'd regretted it. The Whelp had used spit as lubrication and hardly prepared Vilkas at all. It had been…unpleasant.
"Do you have anything we could use for lubrication?"
Vincent let Vilkas' finger pop out of his mouth with a soft pop and sat up slightly. "What?"
Vilkas took his hand back before he became tempted again. "Is there anything in your bag we could use? I don't want to hurt you."
Vincent blinked and looked…confused for a moment. "Lubrication…" He muttered as if he'd never heard of the word. "Right…to ease the discomfort. Yes. Right." he nodded. "I may have some salve we can use in my bag. It's water-based and should serve."
"…Vincent…?"
"Yes?"
"You sound like you're reading from a book." He looked into those pretty copper eyes. "Have you ever…done this before?"
A small red tinge formed its way onto Vincent's face and he pouted. He said nothing and crossed his arms.
It hit Vilkas suddenly like a stone wall. "Are you a virgin…?" He chuckled lowly. He didn't know why it seemed funny but he couldn't hold back.
Vincent huffed. "What if I am? Stop laughing at me."
"I just find it…unusual."
"Unusual? How so?"
"I pretty sure you've seen a looking glass, Vincent. What man wouldn't want you?"
"Who says I wanted any man? Or any woman for that matter?" He got up, slung the shirt from his form and padded over to his knapsack. Vilkas' eyes followed every movement of his soon-to-be lover's nude form. He could see faint scars, marring the perfection of his snow white skin. He reached inside and tossed a small clear bottle to Vilkas. Vilkas caught it easily and watched Vincent walk back over. "You're my first kiss too."
"Now that, I don't believe." Vilkas uncapped it and took a whiff of what was in the bottle. It smelt slightly like powder. It was clear like water though and if not for the smell, Vilkas would have been none the wiser.
"It's true." Vincent laid back down and put a pillow under his head. "You're the first that I've kissed and you'll be the first I lay with. Is that a problem?"
"No. I was just surprised." Vilkas was actually secretly pleased by this knowledge. "Do you know how this is done then?"
"Yes. I know how… I've read it in a few books."
"What kind of books are you reading?"
"It was merely study, I assure you." Vincent's smile turned coy again.
"You know how then."
"In theory. Yes."
"I'll be gentle with my preparation."
"I'm not made of glass Vilkas." Vincent put one of his legs over Vilkas' lap and the other arched up to give Vilkas access to the most private parts of him. "I'm accustomed to large amounts of physical pain. I'm sure I can handle your fingers."
Vilkas wasn't in the mood to argue with him. He'd still be careful with his preparation and make sure he's loosened him well before proceeding…but at least he didn't have to be completely gentle. If having sex wasn't at least slightly rough, it really wasn't fun… Again he was reminded that his mate had a pair of balls on him.
He poured the salve on three of his fingers and shifted his weight to get better access. Vincent spread his legs more for him and did so without hesitation. Vilkas swallowed the lump forming in his throat and placed his free hand on Vincent's stomach. His rough hand slid down to touch the most intimate parts of him. He felt Vincent take in a sudden breath and trembled slightly under his touch.
He wrapped his hand around Vincent's semi-erect manhood. It pulsed and stiffened further in his touch. He stroked him gently at first and then he picked up a nice rhythm that he'd use when touching himself. Vincent mewled and his legs stiffened in Vilkas' grasp. Slowly, Vilkas pressed his finger against the mage's opening and prodded the tight ring of muscle.
He kept stroking in an effort to distract Vincent from the upcoming discomfort. The contented sigh seemed like a good enough reason to proceed. He stopped teasing his entrance and slowly pushed his digit inside. Vilkas almost growled out loud at how tight Vincent was. Vincent's walls instantly squeezed his finger as if trying to remove the obstruction. He was so…tight. Vilkas needed Vincent to start to relax before he continued. If he kept tensing like that, this could become rather painful.
"Does it hurt…?" Vilkas' voice came out husker then usual.
"A-a little-e…"
"I need you to relax. Don't tense up."
Vincent half gasped and half scoffed. "Easy f-for you to say…"
"You are squeezing too tightly…I can't move." He let the words leave his lips, accompanied by a husky growl. He watched Vincent shiver and twitch at the sound. "Relax a little for me, aye?"
Vincent nodded and breathed in deeply. Vilkas soon felt the passages that clenched his finger, begin to loosen. It was still almost unbearably tight but then again, he was prepping a virgin. He was finally able to move his finger and started to work it in and out of the mage. One finger wasn't going to cut it. Vilkas would to add three fingers at least….and even then it would be a tight fit. He would need to stretch him well in order to accommodate something much bigger and thicker then his fingers.
Vincent said he could take it…Vilkas really hoped that was true.
He slowly pressed a second finger in along side the first. The salve helped but it was still not a seamless transition. He felt Vincent tense around his fingers for a moment before remembering that he was supposed to be relaxing. Vilkas started moving his fingers despite the obvious discomfort of his mate. If he didn't get this going they would be there all night…that and he trusted Vincent to speak up if it was really unbearable.
He spread his fingers apart, trying to widen his pulsing entrance. He repeated the motions and glanced up at Vincent to see how he was holding up. Vincent had his bottom lip caught in his teeth and his eyes were squeezed shut in slight pain.
"Vincent…"
Those copper eyes opened and met Vilkas' icy blue ones. Yes, he was in pain. That was obvious but those eyes were dark and hazy still, thick with lust and arousal. He still wanted this…he still wanted Vilkas. It gave him the courage to carry on.
Vilkas spread and thrust his fingers slowly, trying to make room for things to come. All the while, his fingers were searching for a spot he knew of. He knew if he found it, some of the pain would melt away and make this whole process much easier. He twisted his fingers with some difficulty in that hot, tight space and hooked them up. He found the bundle of nerves and pressed his fingers against it as a test. He heard Vincent gasp and not in pain. Vilkas smiled to himself and jabbed that spot with a bit more force.
"A-ah..!"
"Better?" Vilkas growled and gave Vincent's manhood a squeeze before letting his hand fall away so he could hook one of those pale legs higher. He eyed Vincent, who was unable to speak and clinging to the sheets beneath him for dear life. His pretty mouth hung open and his copper eyes were wide open in surprise.
He jabbed that spot again and watched Vincent's face turn progressively more red. His eyelashes fluttered and a low moan emitted from his throat. Vilkas hooked his leg up even farther, keeping Vincent's knee hooked over his shoulder. He could now get his fingers in much deeper and pressed his fingers constantly into that sensitive bud, over and over.
Vincent's leg trembled in his grasp and sounds more beautiful than any bard's music, emitted from his pretty mouth. Vilkas slipped in a third finger and to his relief, Vincent didn't seem to even notice. Vincent's cock was thick and swollen now, resting heavily against his stomach. The subtle twitches of his body told Vilkas many things. The constant prodding of Vincent's prostate had brought the mage very close to his limit.
Vilkas turned his head slightly to give Vincent's calf a long lick. Vincent's reactions were expected. He'd never been touched in such an intimate manner and it gave Vilkas pride to know that he was the first to make him writhe in pleasure.
Vilkas withdrew his fingers with a sigh. He didn't want this ending too soon, so he supposed this would be good enough. He'd been a paragon of patience but even that was coming to an end. His own erection was aching and leaving a damp spot in the front of his pants. He put his hand under the top of his waistband and pulled it down to let his manhood free from its confines.
Vincent whimpered when the fingers were removed. "Vilkasss…"
That whine was quite adorable and Vilkas couldn't hide the small grin that came to his face. He shh'ed him poured more of the salve on his aching cock. He then grabbed Vincent's leg and turned it so the mage would be forced to turn on his stomach.
"Vilkas…?"
"It's easier this way for your first time." Vilkas breathed hotly and grabbed Vincent's hips and pulling them up. It was not the most loving and intimate position but it would be the easiest on Vincent's body. He placed himself at his entrance and slowly coaxed the head of his erection inside the tight opening.
He had planned to go slow and gentle, then rock into a harder rhythm…but apparently Vincent had other plans. Vincent had grunted in displeasure at Vilkas' slow inch inside. He spread his legs and pushed back on Vilkas' manhood, shoving it almost fully inside him. The sudden pressure and tight heat made Vilkas groan and his head spun in dizzying pleasure.
Before he could scold Vincent, he suddenly heard it. That low growl…that didn't come from his mouth. It came from inside him… His every nerve was suddenly on fire and he gripped Vincent's hips roughly. His human instincts began to fade slowly and replaced themselves with raw, natural instinct. After being silent for so long, it was going to press against Vilkas' will now!?
He pushed the rest of the way in and listened to the gasps of his mate. He instantly pulled all the way out and entered him again. It was more rough then he would have wanted to start but for some reason he couldn't convince his brain that. By some small amount of remaining self control, he stopped himself from just thrusting away with no pace. His thrust were hard and fast but at least they had a set pace.
"Impatient…" Vilkas growled and griped his hips tighter.
He heard Vincent chuckle between mewls. "I-If I didn't get you going-g…we w-would have never s-started."
"Shut it." He reached down and grabbed a fist full of that crimson red hair and tugged back, making Vincent's back arch. The pleasured cry he got was a satisfying reward. He must have hit something really nice inside….either that or Vincent was a masochist. He kept Vincent in that position and resumed thrusting at that spot. The reactions he received made him think it might have been a bit of both.
Vilkas shut his eyes and just kept up his pace. His wolf was speaking darkly in his ear, growling, begging, demanding… He wouldn't give in to this. He just wanted to focus on making Vincent's first time with him feel good… Why did he have to deal with this too? He decided to try shutting it out and just focus on his mate. The growling got louder at the lack of attention but Vilkas chose to ignore it like one ignores the slight ringing in their ears.
A hand on his drew his attention. Vincent was peering over his shoulder at him with that cute blushing face of his.
"…?"
"C-Can I…ah…face y-you?"
Vilkas stopped thrusting and nodded. "Aye. If that's what you want."
Vincent nodded, so Vilkas slowly pulled out of him. He bit back the groan of displeasure and waited for Vincent to get settled. He promptly ignored the angry growl from his wolf, who demanded he take control and mount him again. Vincent shakily, turned over so he could face Vilkas and hoisted his legs up slightly as an invitation. At least Vilkas didn't need to ask if he liked this or not. Vilkas moved between them and slid back in with no difficulty. The warmth of his mate was appreciated.
Vilkas instantly angled his hips so he could strike that spot he had found earlier. He wished he could drag this out but unfortunately he felt like he couldn't last too much longer himself. Vincent looked ready to burst as it was and it must have been some kind of miracle that kept the mage holding on.
The startled gasp and slight widening of Vincent's eyes, told Vilkas he had found it again. Vilkas leaned in to press their bodies together and tangled a hand in Vincent's crimson red hair. His other hand kept Vincent's hips at that particular angle. Vincent's own hand raised to grab Vilkas' head and push their lips together. To this, Vilkas had no complaint.
Vilkas felt Vincent's body suddenly tense up and tighten. He was so close now. The tightening had almost made Vilkas lose it but he growled against Vincent's mouth and held back the oncoming wave. His hand slid out of Vincent's hair and moved between their torso's so he could touch the neglected mage's manhood.
The slightest touch made Vincent spasm and twitch. He was coming, hard and fast. His body suddenly clenched Vilkas' dick like a vice and he came between them. Vilkas pulled his mouth away so he could hear Vincent's cries and with a low groan finished himself. His hips bucked twice as he spilled himself inside the mage. He felt exhausted and Vincent appeared the same. His body was still twitching and his eyes were closed. He was breathing hard, like he'd just run cross country and his hands fell uselessly to the side.
Vilkas caressed Vincent's cheek gently and kissed his mouth again. It was a side of Vilkas that no one ever really witnessed often. Vincent's eyes fluttered open for a minute and Vilkas stopped all movement. His eyes widened slightly when he saw those eyes were shockingly blue for the briefest of moments before fading back to their original copper. Then Vincent's eyes closed again and he weakly kissed Vilkas back.
"Rest, okay? I'm going to clean this up." He slowly pulled out of Vincent, hearing the mage gasp when he was clear. He instantly tucked himself back inside his pants, already missing the heat of his mate.
Vincent nodded weakly and turned on his side. He must really be tired. Vilkas hadn't really given him a chance to rest since he came back from his mission. Now with this…he must be really exhausted. Vilkas stood up and pulled the covers over Vincent's nude form then made himself presentable before venturing out of his room.
He headed for the washroom quietly. He heard no noise from within Jorrvaskr's walls…everyone must still be out. He smiled despite himself. They'd finally done it. From hatred, to awkward crushes, to love, to being lovers….it seems like they had come a long way but it had only been half a year since they met. Vilkas prayed things would get easier now…although with Vincent's hunters looming about, he knew in reality things would probably only get harder.
For the longest time Vilkas had been fighting for certain things. He fought for honor, glory and most importantly himself. None of those things seemed to matter so much now…He'd fight for Vincent and that was most important. He'd never let Cadrian or Daric take him. He belonged here, in Jorrvaskr with the rest of the companions and at Vilkas' side.
Vincent was his now…and he wasn't letting go. He'd never let go for as long as Vincent wanted him. He padded through the halls in a good mood for once. He was even able to ignore the contented and possessive growl of his wolf.
Author's note: So there you go. Suck at these but thanks for sticking with me. Happy new year everyone.