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In it'sd infinite wisdom, AFF.net has decided not to allow anything to be posted for the next month. This could be because of certain difficulties, but frankly I'm too pissed to care.

So my NC-17 chapter of Crepuscule is going up here instead.

Note: Rashas is /seriously/ arrogant and he'd probably see an elf/human relationship as tantamount to bestiality.

Crepuscule

Interlude- Revenge

 

Rashas' home was quite easy to find; clearly, the elf was someone of some importance, because his house was very grand.

Raistlin felt more than a little nervous at the thought of what they were going to do. Yes, the arrogant Qualinesti wouldn't be able to call on the Speaker's assistance, but what would stop him from lying? If he suggested that the two mages were going to attack-

The Red Robe’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Dalamar turned and, without preamble, captured his mouth in a kiss. The younger mage sighed, letting his doubts flow away, feeling the Dark elf's lips move against his own and a warm tongue pry his teeth apart and slip into his mouth. Raistlin tilted his head up and returned the touch, smiled as the Silvanesti moaned against his mouth. They broke apart for a moment, and the human reached up to touch the Dark elf's flushed cheek before leaning back in for more.

Quite beyond their wish for revenge, this was wonderful. It had been long weeks since they had allowed themselves this intimacy, before this madness had started. It was sheer bliss to let themselves go, to touch and taste and feel without restraint. Raistlin sighed as he felt the desire that had been so rudely interrupted start to resurface.

The human pulled away from Dalamar's warm mouth, trailing a line of messy kisses along the Dark elf's jaw line and catching the narrow lobe of his ear, running his tongue up the pointed tip. The dark-robed wizard gave a low laugh that turned into a groan, and Raistlin smiled; his companion loved having his ears played with, sensitive as they were. The elven mage lowered his head, giving his lover better access and taking the opportunity to suck a red love-bite on the golden skin of his lover’s throat.

This time it was Raistlin's turn to moan at the sweet pleasure-pain, and Dalamar laughed again, the vibrations sending shudders through the younger mage.

"Come on," the elf murmured, lips brushing the bruised skin. “Let’s get a little closer, I want Senator Rashas to have a nice view..."

Raistlin was vividly reminded of the time when Caramon had walked in on Dalamar and himself pleasuring each other. There was something rather erotic about knowing you were being watched, and at least this time it wouldn't be as embarrassing as knowing it was your own brother watching you.

They stumbled off the path and onto Rashas' front lawn. The Red Robe wasn't looking where he was going, keeping his attention fixed entirely on his companion, occasionally tugging on the elf's black robes in anticipation of getting them off.

The Dark elf stopped, smiling wickedly at Raistlin, but before the human could work out what he was planning, Dalamar ducked down, grabbed hold of his legs, and flipped the slighter mage flat on his back, one hand against his back to ease him to the grass covered ground. Once done, the Silvanesti yanked Raistlin's boots off, then undid the young mages’ cloak, laying it out flat under them before kneeling down, on his hands and knees on top of his companion, hands flat on the fabric on either side of the human's head.

Dalamar was about to lean down for another kiss, but Raistlin stopped him, taking his time just to look at his lover, filling his eyes and mind with the Dark elf's beauty after seeing so much death. Just like this, just Dalamar and above him, the eternal sky. Not the rotting trees and buildings, which was all he could see of Qualinesti, not the dying forms of those they travelled with, just this.

"Finished looking?" the dark wizard asked at last, stroking Raistlin's soft white hair.

The younger mage smiled. "Never," he said, and meant it.

The Dark elf smiled back, but bent down to kiss him anyway. Raistlin closed his cursed eyes, and focused on his other senses. The smooth skin under his palms, the tickle as he ran one hand through Dalamar's black hair. The sound of his lover’s breathing, interrupted by a soft moan as his other hand slipped beneath his robes and stroked his chest. The scent of the elf’s skin, the smell of earth, of smoke, of magic, the taste as the Dark elf's tongue curled around his own, dipping in to lick the inside of his mouth. Everything, all combining to form the iron-hard certainty that Dalamar was /here/, that despite all they had gone through they were still here, still together.

Sighing with pleasure, feeling the heat build between his thighs, Raistlin dropped his head back, once again letting the elf kiss, bite, and lick his way along his neck, occasionally pausing to suck and nibble at a particularly tender spot. The human gasped, vaguely grateful for the warmth of Dalamar's body on his, warm enough to see off the coughing fit that would have seized him as he tugged impatiently at his robes, hands fumbling with the ties.

Dalamar's caught his hands, kissed the inside of each wrist, then touched the younger mage's fingers to his own black robes before lowering himself on his elbows and setting to undressing Raistlin, kicking off his own boots in the process.

Smiling, the human mage began to unbutton his companion’s worn robes. He had bought Dalamar these robes, as a gift for the Dark elf's nameday when they were still living in Solace. He now wished he'd been a little more forward thinking and had the seamstress make the ties easier to undo. Finally, he loosened the robes enough for Dalamar to pull them off. The Silvanesti lay the black cloth aside and turned back to Raistlin, pulling the young mage's robes down around his shoulders. A pause, and the human smiled as he felt Dalamar kiss his way along the newly exposed skin, then the Dark elf slid a hand around his back, lifting him enough to tug his robes further down, past his hips and off, laying them down beside his own dark robes. He paused to pull his discarded cloak over himself as a makeshift blanket.

Raistlin shivered, the chill air hitting him hard, and felt his chest tighten warningly. Dalamar pulled him up a little, rubbing his back and pulling him close, and the human buried his face in the soft skin of the Dark elf's shoulder and hugged him back. Between the soothing touch and the warmth of his lover’s body, it was enough to unknot the pain in his lungs.

Then back down, lying flat on the ground, covered by Dalamar's cloak to ward off the chill. The Dark elf still atop him, smooth skin and sharp bone and burning heat against him. His mouth was claimed again and, for once, Raistlin was quite happy to lie here and receive, not putting up the sham-fight of superiority. They both knew that this was how he liked it best and there was no need to sate his ego by putting up an act of dominance.

Still... "Why is my cloak always the one with the grass stains on it?" Mock irritation.

Dalamar kissed him again, not deigning to answer and thrusting his tongue in the younger mage's mouth to stave off any other stupid questions.

Raistlin groaned, hands closing and tightening on the Dark elf's shoulder blades, then shifting down to pull Dalamar against him more insistently. Enough was enough; it had been far too long since they had enjoyed this, and the red mage didn't really want to wait any longer, especially since they didn't know when Rashas would notice their little display. "A bit faster please?" A raised eyebrow.

Dalamar grinned. "Like this?" Then shifted up until his aching erection was pressing against Raistlin's.

The human slumped back down, groaning, "Yes, like that."

The Dark elf slid further down, grabbing hold of Raistlin's hips and pulling him closer, making as though to thrust inside him.

Well, maybe not /that/ fast; that would hurt.

Dalamar smiled, kissing Raistlin's cheekbone to show that he was only teasing and touching two fingertips to the human's lips. Obediently, the Red Robe opened his mouth, taking the Dark elf's fingers into his mouth, occasionally suckling on them and watching his lover’s silver eyes dilate and darken with desire. Then the fingers were removed and replaced with Dalamar's tongue, much less gentle now, curling around his teeth and scraping against the roof of his mouth.

Raistlin pulled away as he felt the Dark elf start to press his fingers inside him. This would hurt, he knew, it had been far too long since they'd been together like this, and the cold wasn't helping. He looked up into Dalamar's face as he felt his lover move his fingers inside him, idly wondering if he'd be able to walk any distance tomorrow. Then the elf found that spot inside him and Raistlin's thoughts stopped abruptly, disintegrating into the blur of pleasure that shot through him.

Pain or not, it would be worth it, he thought muzzily, thrusting up against Dalamar's stomach, the friction making him gasp.

Despite his earlier motions and obvious arousal, the Dark elf took his time, preparing him thoroughly, sliding a third finger inside him, occasionally brushing teasingly over that sweet point inside the younger mage and making him see stars.

Even without Dalamar's encouragement, Raistlin didn't think he could have kept quiet, alternately pleading, gasping and making dire threats as to what would happen to the Dark elf if he didn't stop teasing /right now/. Finally, just when the human was starting to worry if he might just be about to have a coughing fit, Dalamar withdrew his fingers, wiping his hand on the grass before taking hold of the human mage's hips.

"About time," Raistlin sighed, feeling the Silvanesti position himself over him, lifting his legs and wrapping them around the Dark elf's bare waist. A few longer, agonising moments as Dalamar pulled his legs higher, one hand on the ground to brace himself, before finally leaning forwards and sheathing himself in one tight stroke.

The Red Robe had enough time to realise that it didn't hurt as much as he had feared, then Dark elf again hit that place inside him, and again his mind abruptly stopped working. Still, enough of it remained that he answered Dalamar's loud groan with a cry of his own.

Another thrust, harder than the last, again pressing against the same place. Raistlin cried out again, the sound dying to a groan as the elf lowered himself on top of him, one hand reaching for the human's aching flesh.

"What in the name of-"

Ah, Raistlin thought, our audience has arrived.

Another thrust, and that thought was discarded with the rest, his mind focusing on the sensations and rare pleasure assaulting him, legs tightening around Dalamar to pull him closer still.

The Dark elf kissed him roughly, a mishmash of lips and teeth and tongue, stroking him harder in time with his thrusts. Raistlin broke off, throwing his head back to gasp for air.

Vaguely, somewhere in the back of his minds, he heard someone calling for guards in a voice that hovered somewhere between revolted and horrified, then turned into a stream of profanity that would have made a sailor blush. But it wasn't worth focusing on, not with Dalamar inside and around and /part/ of him, not with his focus warring between the Dark elf's firm caresses, bringing him close to the brink and the sensation of his lover driving deep within him, bringing him closer still.

Another kiss, even more savage. He felt Dalamar bite his lip, tasted blood but didn't care, his hands locking on the Dark elf's shoulders, bucking up one final time as he lost what control he had left and spilled hot and burning over Dalamar's hand and stomach.

His cry of completion died to a low moan as he felt Dalamar explode inside him, branding him from the inside.

Raistlin slumped back against the grass, gasping for air, the sudden chill racing down his throat and coiling iron bars around his chest. The younger mage pulled closer to his lover, as much for the warmth as for the comfort. The Dark elf smiled and kissed him again, arms closing around him in a curiously protective gesture. He wasn't going anywhere.

An odd and unwelcome noise reached the human’s ears -hurried footsteps. Before his lust-addled mind could reach the obvious conclusion, hands closed roughly on the his shoulders and pulled him roughly away from Dalamar.

"Sick... repulsive... no better than animals..." a cold voice hissed in his ear, carrying all the colours of disgust.

"Actually, I rather enjoyed it," Raistlin started, then broke off as the band around his chest tightened and he started coughing.

"Filthy-" Rashas came marching up, still in his nightclothes. He made as though to hit the human, then clearly thought better of it. "The Speaker will hear of this!" he warned instead.

"Please do!" Dalamar had been dragged off, and held in place by another elven guard, but clearly, this didn't bother him. "I'm sure he'd like to know how you kicked us out and how we were /forced/ to spend the night in the first place we found." The Dark elf put on an innocent look that fooled nobody. "How were /we/ to know it was your lawn?"

Rashas marched up to the smirking Silvanesti. "Tanthalas put you up to this, didn't he? That half-breed bastard told you where I lived!"

The dark wizard didn't stop grinning. "Maybe, but Tanis /is/ a members of the Speaker's family, so I'd think twice about accusing him with baseless rumours if I were you."

Raistlin wiped his mouth. The cough had been short, a mere promise of what would come if he didn't get his tea, but for the moment he was just enjoying watching as the Senator's face slowly turned the same colour as Lunitari.

"Get them out of my sight!" Rashas screamed at the guards.

"Jealous?" Dalamar shouted back, and his companion wondered if the Dark elf had been taking taunting lessons from Tasslehoff. "Like what you're seeing?"

"Now!"

The guard holding Raistlin dragged him to his feet. "Where do we take them, sir?"

The Qualinesti noble turned from where he'd been storming back to his house. "Anywhere! Back to the grove if they want to go there so much! Just not here!"

The human laughed, then choked as the air scraped against his ragged lungs. Dalamar too was snickering helplessly, rising to a laugh as the Senator shot them one last, outraged look before slamming the door behind him.

The guards let them linger only long enough to grab their boots and clothing before dragging them off. Raistlin tugged his cloak around his shoulders in an attempt to keep warm, clutching his bundled red robes to his chest. Beside him, the Dark elf was still laughing, his black cloak wound around his waist.

The night seemed even colder now, and the human wizard was shivering, trying to hold back a coughing fit until they got back to the grove, he had some tea left over from earlier, and though cold, it would be enough to stave off the spasms.

But even if it weren’t, it would be worth it. Raistlin grinned at the memory of the Senator's face. That was one memory that he would be revisiting quite a lot.

Somehow, he had a feeling that this was the last they had seen of that particular irritation.

Skull Bearer.