Nori-239- YAYYY Babies!

Soren Tamazki: Answer: They might. *wink*

Herelies: Thanks for the summery my dear, it never fails to lighten my mood. Especially today. I wanted to murder my Xbox and throw it out the window because I was getting aggravated at every little thing it was doing and then I come to sit down by my computer and I get such a wonderful review. Really lightened my mood.

Maria Rianki: Lol, its okay that you commented on chapter six. I love feedback and any review makes me happy. I'm glad you like the story my dear. I personally LOVE Farkas. My husband is a lot like him so I can't help but love him. Look forward to hearing from you again, dear.

Guest: Thanks! Glad I could make you read a story longer than 8 chapters XD

Mindfreak23: I'm sorry dear. There is still the bonus chapters and the sequel to this but they say all good things must come to an end. I'll try to make it as entertaining as possible.

Well, this chapter is about 'grump watching' and something that rhymes with Vincent Mopping. Possible ooc-ness for Aela and Ria fangirling? I dunno. Aela strikes me as a bit of a closet fan girl and pervert…and Ria? Well…

Very M rated this chapter. All for smut and bad ideas!

Chapter 31- Irresistible. (Bonus chapter 1)

Now you feel what I'm feeling

Don't you feel what I'm feeling?

Don't you know that it's more?

It can take you places

It can take you places like never before

You're irresistible

Irresistible

Such natural, physical

Indefinable

So indefinable, so magical, illogical

So make you mine-able

You're mine

-The Corrs- Irresistible-

4E 199, 27th Frostfall

Vincent's eyes were glued to his husband-to-be as he practiced with his twin brother Farkas in the courtyard. It was a hot day today, odd seeing as how late in the year they were, so Vincent stayed in the shade. (not that heat actually affected him inwardly but his skin would still burn)Vilkas was insistent on training though and had removed his shirt and armor so he could practice. Farkas had removed his as well as they swung their deadly blades at the poor practice dummies.

Vincent however didn't even really glance in Farkas' direction. Not that Farkas was unattractive because the Gods above knew he was…Vincent just…saw him as only a brother. How could he see him otherwise when he was frequently getting rammed by his very attractive twin brother? Despite being twins, and identical ones at that, they couldn't be more different.

Their heights, their voices, their demeanor, their stance…almost everything about them was different. Sure they were identical but time, weight and the different hair cuts set their faces apart. They had the same sharp blue eyes though. The same color…and that was about it. Farkas' eyes could turn into a puppy dog stare at the drop of a hat. Farkas was easier to smile and it showed in his eyes. Vilkas' eyes were cold and hard most of the time. When he looked at Vincent, the mage feared he might fall into those icy depths. That hard, often aggravated stare made the Harbinger shiver under its scrutiny…He never felt such things when Farkas stared at him…

So, Vincent sat back in his chair and enjoyed his favorite pastime. A little something he liked to call 'Grump watching.' He watched the muscles in his lover's back move and strain every time he swung his mighty blade. His body moved gracefully and as strong as a saber cat. Vincent could see sweat trail down his spine and absorb into the dark fabric of Vilkas trousers. Being less poetic about his lover's body parts he had to admit that Vilkas had a great ass. Every part of Vilkas, in Vincent's mind, was perfect. All his scars, his strength, his pride, his smell…

Oh Gods above, his smell.

Vincent never thought in his 27 years of life that he would ever enjoy 'man' smell. Growing up with all the other boys before training was…harsh. Most of the orphans never bothered to bathe and the scent of them often made Vincent feel ill. Once….things changed and most of them either passed away by their own hands or Cadrian's, Vincent was stuck around Daric. Daric, being the priss he was, never went more than a day without bathing. Vincent himself never went longer than two days if he could help it. Bathing every single day wasn't good for your hair…

Was that a very girly thing to think?

Oh well. didn't matter much now. He wasn't sure when it happened…maybe it was that day before Skjor died and he was cuddled in bed with Vilkas. Not yet lovers, but close enough to become such. He remembers being cuddled against his chest and taking in his rich manly scent. Sweat, snow, musk and slightly of dog. Even without the wolf inside, Vilkas still smelt slightly like a hound. Vincent didn't mind and in fact had grown to love it. That scent made him feel safe and protected.

Turning to the more dirty parts of his brain, he gazed at his soon-to-be husband again and licked his bottom lip slightly. Was it bad that Vincent wanted to get up and tackle the gorgeous man? He concluded that no, it wasn't bad but it was probably not a good idea. He didn't think that Vilkas would like being on the ground and rutted against by an insatiable Harbinger…while his brother watched. No. He defiantly wouldn't like that. If Farkas and others were not present…well…that's a different story.

Vilkas put his sword down for a moment and turned slightly to Farkas to speak to him about something that Vincent couldn't quite overhear, but it gave him a good look at his lovers' chest in the meantime. Vilkas was not hairless but he wasn't a bear either. He had hair on his arms and some on his upper chest. Vincent's eyes followed the hard muscles on his chest downward until they found the indent of his shapely hipbone. Just below his navel was slightly more hair that vanished into the waistline of his pants. Vincent put the edge of his index finger in his mouth to keep himself from groaning out loud and for something to keep his mouth occupied on.

His eyes stayed trained on Vilkas' chest, neck and strong jaw line. He watched Vilkas' adam's apple bob every time he spoke to his brother. His skin was glistening in the daylight from sweat and exhuersion…Vincent had to cross his legs slightly to hide his growing erection. Vincent bit his finger a bit harder…Gods why did he want to lick him so much right now…

"Hellllllo. Nirn to Vincent. Come in Vincent."

Vincent blinked, suddenly becoming aware of things around him other than Vilkas. He looked to his left slightly and saw Aela and Ria watching him curiously. Well, Ria was watching him curiously, Aela was smirking like the cat that got the crème, knowing exactly what had Vincent so distracted. Honestly, he was unsure how Ria wasn't already aware. They were sitting at the same table as him and not even a foot away.

"You should pay attention." Aela grinned. "This is your wedding after all that we're planning."

"Right. Sorry." Vincent completely forgot that they were even talking to him and didn't dare glance back over at Vilkas in fear of getting lost again.

Aela chuckled. "That's alright. Perhaps we've done enough for today anyway. We still have a week before you tie the knot with our Master at arms."

"It's so romantic." Ria gushed, making Vincent feel slightly embarrassed. He was used to Aela's attention into his personal life but no other woman in their fold was close enough to him.

"Yeah…I guess." The redhead mumbled. He kind of wanted to go back to 'grump watching'.

"So how is every little thing?" Aela pried. Tilma walked past and put down mead of each of them. They thanked her as she left and Aela picked up her glass.

"Good." Vincent answered simply. He knew she wanted more detail but he wasn't sure if he wanted to get into that. He picked up his own mug and brought it to his lips.

"Good. Good." Aela nodded, took a sip and without missing a beat said, "Have you topped him yet?"

Vincent choked on his drink and sputtered. Ria's eyes got wide like dinner plates and she suddenly seemed much more interested in this conversation.

"By the divines!" Vincent huffed after he'd gotten control of his breathing back. "Aela, who asks things like that?!"

"I do." She said simply and innocently.

"It's not appropriate!"

She tilted her head at him. "And staring at Vilkas like you want to run over and tear off all his clothes in front of everyone IS?" Damn. She got him there. He huffed instead of answering. She smiled in victory. "Come on. Out with it."

"Ria is right there." Vincent huffed.

"She won't tell anyone. Right, Ria?"

"Right!" Ria seemed too eager to agree.

"She is helping you plan YOUR wedding after all. You could be nice and let her in on our gossip."

"Yeah!" Ria was practically bouncing in her seat.

Vincent's eyes narrowed at them. Bunch of harpies… "Fine but if I find out that anyone knows about this other than us, I will never tell you anything ever again. Got it?" They both nodded and he sighed. "Fine. Shoot then."

"Have you topped him?" Aela asked again.

"No. Next question."

Aela blinked. "Why? You don't want to?" Seems she wasn't going to let this go.

So Vincent just gave in, knowing it would be easier for him in the long run. "It's not that I don't WANT to…" He sighed and looked down at his mug. "Vilkas he's…just really dominate. I'm not sure he'd like it."

"Vilkas is quite dominant." Aela backed up his claim. "I can see where the problem is but do you want to top him?"

"I…well…I'd like to try it." His face must be getting red in embarrassment. He'd thought about it before. He was a man after all…He'd thought about Vilkas under him more than once...not mewling in a submissive manner but staring coolly yet lustily back up at him. The thought made him shutter slightly and Aela smirked at him knowingly.

"It's settled then." Aela nodded wisely. "You'll have to be dominating back. Like…force him down and take him!"

Vincent blinked. "Can't I just…I don't know…ask him?"

"Asking takes away the adventure!" Aela grinned. "Tonight, you should force him down and take him."

"Yeah!" Ria giggled. "It'll be interesting to see Vilkas limping tomorrow~"

Vincent wasn't sure if that freaked him out or not. "I…guess I'll try."

Ria squealed, all excited and it made Vincent jump slightly. Whoa. Aela just nodded in approval. Gods what had he just agreed to?

"What's all the commotion?" Vilkas asked, standing right beside the table now. No one had even seen him approach. Ria EEPED loudly at being caught and Vincent had to face-palm. Not very subtle…

"Just talking about girly things, like your wedding." Aela covered with an innocent smile up at him.

Vilkas' eyes narrowed as if he didn't quite believe her. He turned his gaze to Vincent and the mage found himself unable to look away from him now. Gods, he could smell him and he was so close… Vincent's hand tensed on his lap and he almost reached out to touch the hard muscles on Vilkas' stomach.

"Vincent…" he warned. "you're keeping something from me…"

"No he's not." Aela spoke up but Vilkas shh'ed her.

He walked closer until he was barely and inch away. He reached down and cupped Vincent's chin before lifting so he was forced to meet Vilkas' gaze. Vincent shuttered in his touch, his budding erection now growing hot and uncomfortable in his pants.

"Tell me." Vilkas spoke softly yet quite firm in it's delivery. It was not a question and Vincent would be lying if he said he hated the commanding tone.

Vincent wanted to answer him…to come up with his normal quick witted (or as Vilkas called it- Smart assed-) commentary but found he couldn't. Not this time. His mouth had gone dry and the blood rushing south too fast had reduced his brain to a mushy pile of goo. Was he always this bad when it came to Vilkas? Maybe inwardly? When Cadrian was around and you feared for your life, you didn't really have time to take in all of the very attractive Master-at-arms. Now, there was no threat on his life and he had time to stop and smell the roses as it were…

Vilkas blinked, probably due to the lack of response and prodded Vincent's bottom lip with his thumb before sliding it into his mouth. Vincent made a surprise noise against the digit and twitched as it prodded his tongue.

"Making sure it was still there." Vilkas let a small…almost cocky smile come to his lips.

Vincent almost scowled but decided that two could play at that game anyway. He reached up and gripped Vilkas' wrist, keeping it in place for the moment. He then flicked his tongue up against Vilkas' thumb and tasted sweat, dirt and slight copper from a small cut he had there. He made sure to keep his big blue eyes boring into Vilkas' own icy ones and he celebrated inwardly when he saw a flicker of arousal there.

"Squee~"

Both Vincent and Vilkas' eyes widened for a moment before they turned their attention to the previously forgotten women at the table. Ria covered her mouth from the squeak that she'd just released from her mouth and Aela sat there amused, drinking her mead. Both their eyes were locked on the sight before them though.

Vilkas growled, almost territorial in nature and pulled his wrist from Vincent's grasp. Vincent watched Vilkas retreat inside quickly, already morning the loss of his finger and taste.

"You see Ria, they do stuff like that all the time." Aela explained, finishing her mug and ignoring the obviously displeased look Vincent was shooting her right now. "You just have to be quiet and watch…almost like hunting. don't want to startle the deer."

"Aela…" Vincent huffed, annoyed. "Don't compare this to hunting. Please…"

"But it's so alike." She mused and stood quickly. "Well, go get him."

Vincent blinked. "What?"

"Go be dominate."

"R-right now?"

"No. Next year. Yes, right now." She insisted. "He's aggravated. It's the perfect excuse to tussle with him a bit."

Vincent hesitated. "This doesn't seem like a good idea…"

"It's a great idea!" Aela forced him into standing. "Go get your man. We'll be awaiting the results tomorrow morning…" She winked and practically shoved him inside.

As the door shut behind Vincent, he blinked…vaguely aware that damnit, he was the harbinger and he really shouldn't be shoved around like that by the people he is supposed to guide. He knew Aela was harmless about it but he would have to keep a better eye on Ria. The circle he didn't mind being in his personal business. They had gone through hell with him and almost died to save him from his demons. Though ALL of the companions were family…Vincent would have to get used to letting more people in.

He knew where to find Vilkas. He'd be in their room, 'grumping about'. Vincent made sure to muffle his footsteps as he walked but deep down he knew it was in vain. Vilkas had been a werewolf and just because the wolf was gone didn't mean the senses diminished. Vilkas would hear him coming…but part of him felt like this was a covert operation.

He really thinks it would just be easier to simply ask…

Vincent peeked around the corner to find Vilkas in their room with his back to him. He was setting his training sword up on a stand next to his two-handed sword and Vincent's bastard sword. He watched Vilkas wipe the lingering sweat from his brow and stretch his arms upward. Vincent tried not to (But failed miserably) watch how the muscles in Vilkas' back rippled as he moved and stretched. His breath caught slightly in his throat and he saw Vilkas still for the briefest of seconds before resuming. Vincent knew the gig was up now. If Vilkas hadn't heard him before, he had now. Now, he was just playing it cool and waiting for Vincent to come to him. Smug bastard…

'okay…' Vincent coached himself in his head. 'be dominate. I can't be too hard…I mean…Vilkas will understand. He loves me after all…' Vincent walked in with a smile and Vilkas turned to greet him…still shitless…and with a disapproving scowl on his face. 'Gods, I'm fucked.'

"Hey." Vincent greeted and shut their door wisely.

"What was that all about?" Vilkas stated, ignoring a proper greeting.

Vincent, as usual, went on the defensive. "You shouldn't have put your finger in my mouth."

Vilkas crossed his arms. "So you can't control yourself?"

"I didn't say that." Vincent huffed. "I was just giving you what you deserved."

Vilkas' eyes instantly narrowed dangerously. Well shit. He uncrossed his arms and moved closer to Vincent. Vincent recognized the look and quickly voided himself of his coat and gloves, throwing them on a nearby chair and out of the oncoming storm.

Vilkas loomed over him, close enough that their chests were touching and they just stared at each other for a good three minutes in silence. Vincent slowly reached up and ran his fingertips along Vilkas' abs, caressing the hard bumps of flesh in a soothing manner. Vilkas' icy gaze softened but not by much. He wasn't really mad, Vilkas could tell. Just clearly frustrated.

So Vincent leaned in and kissed Vilkas' clavicle gently, turning his big blue eyes up so they kept eye contact. He tasted the warmth oh his flesh and the slightly salty taste of his sweat slicked skin. He may have purred at the taste but he found himself unable to care. Vilkas' strong hand, threaded through his hair and caressed the base of his scalp making Vincent purr louder. He loved being pet. So what?

Vilkas pulled away so he could grab the hem of Vincent's shirt and pulled it upwards. Vincent lifted his arms to ease the process and Vilkas tossed the shirt somewhere nearby. Vilkas wrapped his arms around Vincent and pulled him toward their bed. Vincent felt like this was now or never. He waited until they got closer and then pushed Vilkas flat against the bed. Now with the spirits aid, he was much stronger and had no problem holding Vilkas down. He mounted Vilkas' hips and put a hand on either side of Vilkas' head.

Vilkas did not struggle however. He just stared up at Vincent with a curious look, and it almost made Vincent lose his nerve. Usually unless they were fighting about magic and mages, their lovemaking was calm, slow and sensual. He could feel Vilkas' strong hands running along his sides, tracing old and new scars. Vincent knew that Vilkas felt guilt for some of them. Some scars, even though not done by Vilkas' hand, were done with his blade. His hands always move more careful over those marks, more tenderly and Vincent could hear the unspoken apology. Vincent would always give an unspoken statement back through eye contact. 'It's not your fault.'

Vincent shifted his weight and moved to help Vilkas remove his pants. He took his own off in the process before he resumed position. Instantly, Vilkas' strong calloused hands rubbed Vincent's inner thighs enticingly and Vincent almost automatically shifted to give Vilkas the space he needed to prep him. Vincent suddenly reminded himself not to get lost in the feel of Vilkas' fingers and remained planted. Vilkas tilted his head in an unspoken question and moved his hands up higher.

Vincent shivered, loving his rough touch on his skin but grabbed Vilkas' hands and pinned them quickly to the bed. Vilkas stayed silent and watched Vincent carefully, obviously unsure what his mate was up to. Vincent bit his own bottom lip in thought. He decided to try what never failed to turn him on. He surged forward and covered Vilkas' lips with his own. He nipped and licked at Vilkas' bottom lip in an almost feral way and heard Vilkas let out a pleased growl in response. Vilkas' arms tried to lift, most likely in favor of wrapping themselves around the mage but Vincent tried to keep him pinned. Vilkas' growl grew slightly more ferocious and Vincent could feel his strong lovers' muscle tense under him.

Vincent may have had enhanced strength due to the spirits merging with him but Vilkas still had years upon years of combat experience and maneuvers. Vincent's strength was supernatural and Vilkas' strength was natural. In a contest such as this, the poor battle mage never had a chance.

With an agile twist of Vilkas' trained and toned body, Vincent found himself toppled from his perch. Before he could even hit the sheets, Vilkas was on him, twisting his arm back in a tight but harmless hold. Vincent found his cheek pressed against the mattress and Vilkas holding his legs down with his own strong thighs. Vilkas held him in such a way that Vincent's free arm could only grip the sheets. His free arm was otherwise useless unless he planned to attack Vilkas with magic. Since that is something that would never ever happen, Vincent was stuck.

That didn't stop him from flailing about like a fish. He heard an amused chuckle pass Vilkas' lips and his grip didn't falter. Vincent shivered as he felt Vilkas' free hand run from the dip in his back toward his ass. Vincent sucked in his breath when he felt a moist finger breech him and almost moaned at the familiar feeling. When the hell had he lubricated his fingers?!

"V-Vilkas!" Vincent hissed in a half-hearted protest.

"Shh." Vilkas hushed him, keeping his grip firm and commanding.

"Hey! Wait a minute…-!" Vincent was cut off when Vilkas touched something very nice inside him and he suddenly forgot what he was about to say.

Aela and Ria were lurking downstairs in the morning. Vilkas was the first out and walked past them with a curt silent nod. They greeted back and watched carefully. When he didn't stumble or limp at all, they both frowned and turned back to the door to question Vincent. Vincent limped slightly toward them with a scowl on his face. He already knew he was going to hear it from them.

"So…" Aela began as predicted. "didn't go so well?"

"What do you think?" Vincent snapped, slightly irritated. Vilkas did NOT go easy on him last night and the persistent sting that shot up his spine was a constant reminder. His accelerated healing helped but the ache lingered.

"Touchy." Aela held up her hands defensively but she was smiling. "So what went wrong?"

"It just didn't work." Vincent huffed. He really didn't want to go into detail. Vilkas in the throws of passion and lust were only for Vincent's sight and memory. Gods, he could still clearly remember the feeling of Vilkas' slick hard cock sliding hotly into him. The feel of his hands, the pounding of his hips, the sound of his growls… "Divines, help me…" Vincent breathed a bit strained then he would have liked. He really needed to keep his mind from wandering to dirty places. Ria seemed to miss to breathy tone in the harbinger's voice but nothing got past Aela.

"Focus Vincent." She snapped in front of his face and he swatted her fingers away, grumpy. She smiled, undeterred. "we'll need to try something else."

"Maybe I should just ask him Aela…" Vincent crossed his arms defensively. "It might be easier."

"Nonsense." Aela tutted, then snapped her fingers. "Get him drunk."

"…What?"

"Get him drunk!" Aela grinned. "That will work."

"…" Vincent scowl deepened. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"don't knock it before you try it." Aela shrugged,.

"And don't scowl so much." Ria added. "You'll get wrinkles."

"…" Both Aela and Vincent stared at her for a good ten minutes.

"What?" Ria asked, fidgeting. "It's true!"

"you're up to something." Vilkas stated bringing the second mug Vincent had brought to him in the last hour, to his lips.

"No, I'm not." Vincent answered a bit too quickly.

Vilkas eyed him suspiciously. "Drink with me then."

Vincent shook his head quickly. "I can't keep up."

Vilkas put the mug down before taking a sip out of it and handed it to Vincent before getting one of his own. "I'll tell you what…" Vilkas began. "I'll drink a full mug for every half mug you drink. Fair?"

Vincent hesitated. The red light in his head came on telling him that Vilkas was probably on to him but he wasn't too much of a lightweight…Vilkas had already had one full mug of mead so Vincent had a slight advantage in that…

"Okay." he agreed. Mistake one.

"Aye then." Vilkas smirked and Vincent wasn't sure if he was unnerved or slightly turned on by it. Letting his guard down just because this was the man he loved was mistake two.

A drinking contest with a Nord male who had been drinking half his life was mistake three. Vincent was hammered long before Vilkas was and ended up passing out on Vilkas' lap.

"Well maybe we can try-"

"No." Vincent huffed, cutting Aela off.

"You didn't even let me finish." She huffed.

"Too bad." Vincent huffed right back. "I'm not doing this anymore."

"So you're just giving up!?" Ria exclaimed, setting her mead down. Vincent's stomach turned as he eyed the liquid. He didn't want to even smell mead for at least two months.

"I'm not giving anything up." he countered her outburst. "I'm just not doing these hair-brained schemes anymore."

"But how are you going to top him then?" Ria whined.

"Vincent." Vilkas' voice was suddenly so close that the redhead jumped. Aela and Ria's eyes widened slightly and they tensed. When did Vilkas become a ninja?

"Yeah?" Vincent asked looking over. He wondered how much Vilkas had heard. By the look on his grumpy face…everything.

"Lets talk, aye?" He began to walk away without waiting for a response. Gods, Vincent was in trouble.

Aela muttered a "good luck" to him and Ria gave an apologetic look. He cursed them both under his breath as he followed Vilkas' retreating figure. Vilkas led them back to their room and firmly shut the door. He crossed his arms and scowled at the Harbinger.

"Well?" he asked. "Explain."

Vincent sighed. Damnit all. "I'm sorry."

"What are you even sorry for?" Vilkas asked, not uncrossing his arms.

Vincent wasn't sure how to answer that at first. "I…should have just asked you…"

"Asked me what?"

Damn, Vilkas was going to draw this out. "I wanted to try being dominate."

"…" Vilkas cocked his head to the side.

Vincent fidgeted. "before you say anything, I shouldn't have listened to Aela and I wont ever again about us."

Vilkas rolled his eyes, much to Vincent's surprised and let his hands fall to his sides. "Really…Vincent."

"I know." Vincent sighed. "I wanted to just ask you but Aela insisted that I try a different approach."

Vilkas closed the distance easily and cupped Vincent chin, tilting upwards. "I don't get how you can be so smart and foolish at the same time."

"Talent." Vincent cracked a small smile and felt a serge of relief when he saw Vilkas mirror it. Vilkas leaned in as if to kiss him and Vincent tried to arch into it. Vilkas kept his lips close but just out of reach. "Hey…"

"Ask again."

Vincent blinked. "What? It's fine…really I don't have to-"

"Ask. Again." Vilkas spoke firmly.

Vincent took in a deep breath. "Can I be on top…?"

"Aye." Vilkas answered instantly.

"Really?"

"Aye." Vilkas nodded.

"I honestly didn't think you'd go for it."

Vilkas pulled back and started removing his armor. "Once I thought it would be…demeaning." he admitted. "But with you…I don't think that way."

"I probably won't be any good." Vincent spoke nervously. "I've never…DONE it like that before." He'd always been bottom and before Vilkas, he'd been a virgin.

"You've thought about it, Aye?" Vilkas exposed more of his naked skin to Vincent's hungry gaze.

"Y-yes…"

"You'll be fine then." Once his shirt was off he strode forward, grabbing Vincent by the back of his head and pulling him into a crushing kiss. Vincent stopped thinking of excuses now…

"Do you want me to prepare you?" Vincent asked, kneeling between Vilkas' legs.

Vilkas looked at him, resting his cheek on his hand. "Aye. If you want. I can do it myself if you don't want to."

"No." Vincent shook his head, feeling goose bumps raise on his naked form. "I'll do it." He took the lubricant from Vilkas' fingers and coated his own in them. He'd prepared himself before so doing it to someone else shouldn't be too hard.

Vilkas obediently spread his legs wider to accommodate his little lover and Vincent smiled at him in appreciation. He carefully inserted a slick finger and watched Vilkas' face for any sign of discomfort. Finding none for the moment, he began moving it, trying to loosen the passage for what's to come. When another finger was added, the only sign that Vilkas felt any discomfort at all was a small grunt that passed his lips.

"You okay?" Vincent asked, not stopping unless Vilkas asked him to. To his relief, Vilkas nodded.

"I'm fine."

"Okay." Vincent could feel his cheeks reddening. He was already so hard at the thought of being inside Vilkas and his manhood was throbbing painfully. He hooked his fingers in a way that he personally liked and allowed a small smile when he felt Vilkas tense around his fingers.

He managed to squeeze a third finger in and groaned slightly at how tight Vilkas was. He wanted to feel that tightness on his cock and bury deep inside the warmth of his soon to be husband.

"It's enough." Vilkas grunted and Vincent didn't miss the strain in his voice.

"Are you sure?"

"Aye."

Vincent pulled his fingers out gently, not one to complain about it. He knew if it really got too much for Vilkas, he'd say something. Vincent lubed up his own manhood, biting his bottom lip slightly as he did so before positioning himself at Vilkas' entrance. His own heart was racing in anticipation and slight anxiety. He wanted this to be good for Vilkas too and he didn't want to ruin this. Vilkas nudged Vincent with his foot to get his attention. They met eyes and Vilkas was calm and collected. His icy eyes were clear and strong. He was ready.

Vincent nudged himself in slowly and he felt like he was a virgin again. Every inch he slid in, he felt like he wanted to explode. He wanted to bury himself deep and quickly but he held himself back. Vilkas had admitted that he 'ONCE' received and that he had not cared too much for it. Last thing Vincent wanted to do was hurt Vilkas in his own eagerness. Vincent managed to breathe a sigh as he got all the way in. He braced his hands on either side of Vilkas' head and tried to still his hips. It was a lot harder then it looked. Vilkas was so tight and every fiber in his body screamed at him to move…but he would wait until Vilkas was okay.

In a few moments, Vilkas nodded stiffly and spread his legs a bit wider for ease of access. Vincent pulled out slowly before pushing back in; faster this time. Vincent's mouth opened slightly as he repeated the action over and over. It felt…amazing. Vilkas squeezed him in all the right ways and given time, he would become much better at this. IF Vilkas let him…

Vilkas remained calm and collected through the process but Vincent could tell by Vilkas' icy eyes that he was affected by this. They were slightly clouded and hazy with lust and with every thrust of Vincent's slender hips, Vilkas' leg muscles twitched.

Vincent knew that somewhere deep inside was something fantastic…and is he could find it inside Vilkas, it would make this much more enjoyable for both of them. Vincent stopped thrusting so he could shift his hips slightly upwards. Once he got the angle, he thrust forward again and couldn't help the grin that came to his face when he felt Vilkas do a full body twitch. The thrust again and saw Vilkas arch up slightly. His blue eyes shut and he barred his throat. Vincent took the hint and leaned down to bite and lick at that slightly tanned expanse of flesh before him.

He heard Vilkas growl in pleasure and it made Vincent shiver. It gave him the confidence needed to go faster and let go of all his reservations. He sucked on Vilkas' neck to muffle his own noises of bliss and pleasure. He knew he'd probably leave a giant purple welt on Vilkas'; neck afterwards but he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. Not entirely lost in his own ecstasy, Vincent reached between them to palm Vilkas in time with his rapid tempo.

Vilkas gasped at the duel stimulus and grabbed Vincent tightly as his legs began to twitch. Vincent could feel hot pressure pooling at his groin and knew it was only a matter of time before he came. He was honestly surprised that he'd lasted as long as he has.

Now, in all the times that Vincent had been intimate with Vilkas, he'd come to realize he had a quiet lover. Vilkas was not very vocal about his pleasure. A grunt or a growl but usually that was it. Not that Vincent hated those things, mind you and he'd just come to accept it. But now…Vilkas made a sound when Vincent thrust in just the right place and it was unlike one he'd ever heard before.

Vilkas moaned. It was low and husky, much like his growls and also like his growls it sent hot pleasure shooting to Vincent's groin and the battle mage couldn't hold on any longer. With a harsh cry he rapidly thrust into Vilkas' tight passage and filled it up. He heard Vilkas hiss through clenched teeth before getting his Vincent's hand and both their chests dirty.

Once Vincent could get his breath back, he set to work in cleaning them up. Vilkas laid still with his eyes closed, clearly relaxing by the even tempo of his breathing. Vincent cleaned them both to his best ability before drying them with a clean bathing cloth and getting in bed beside his lover. He cuddled up to Vilkas, happy when the Master-at-arms instantly pulled him into a tight embrace. Vincent shut his eyes and took in the scent of the man he loved, now a bit stronger and smelling slightly of sex. He rubbed one of his marred hands along the hair on Vilkas' chest and smiled at an old memory. Hard to believe they once hated each other. Well…technically not TOO hard to believe but feeling the way he does now?

"I hope that was okay." He muttered more to himself then to Vilkas but knew Vilkas heard him anyway.

Vilkas scoffed. "You did fine." He tightened his grip on the battle mage and hid his nose in Vincent's crimson hair. Vincent almost chuckled when he felt Vilkas suddenly breathe in, knowing that Vilkas was intentionally smelling him too.

"You sure?" Vincent prodded with a worn out smile.

Vilkas huffed. "Want me to write you a damn letter?" He asked in a grumpy way. "Aye you did fine. You'll do even better next time. Now sleep."

Vincent's heart skipped a beat for a minute and he was almost giddy in happiness. 'next time' hum?

Aela and Ria were in the hall the next day, conversing among themselves when Vincent and Vilkas stepped out of their room. Vilkas gave Vincent a parting kiss on the forehead before strapping his sword to his back and walking past the ladies to get to the stairs. To both their surprise, they saw Vilkas had a slight limp. He noticed their stares and jutted his chin out proudly before walking away without a word.

They turned on Vincent who was also on his way by.

"Vincent!" Aela began excitedly. "Did you-"

Vincent held up a hand to silence her and just kept on walking. "I'm not telling."

"Ah come on!"

"No."

"You big tease!"

Vincent ignored her and continued on his way…but nothing was going to wipe the smile from his face today.

So that's that. Next Bonus chapter is the wedding!