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said_scarlett) wrote2007-04-26 05:37 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-04-26 05:37 pm
Entry tags:
Come Cover Me; Valyn/Mero; NC-17
Because Thursday is Pr0nday....
Title: Come Cover Me
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Pairing: Valyn/Mero (seriously, do I write anything else?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: N/A
Word Count: 2,099
Summary: Valyn couldn't imagine a life without Shadow. No matter what it took, no matter what he had to do, he would not lose the younger boy.
If Valyn strained his ears, he could almost make out the noise of the fete on the main floor of the manor. Lilting harp music, hushed voices, the strains of trained slaves singing. Downstairs there were dozens of people, gowned, coifed, bedecked and bejeweled, all basking in the light of the rising star of Hernalth. His father was most likely feeling quite pleased with himself.
At least he wasn’t parading Valyn around for eligible females. That had been a particularly excruciating exercise. The last fete that Dyran had hosted had been flooded with unmarried women everywhere from twelve to two hundred. And they had all either been boring or far too friendly for Valyn’s tastes. One particularly bold Lady - Lady Siora, widowed twice - had touched him most inappropriately right there in the hall. She had been worse than a concubine on aphrodisiacs.
Marriage wasn’t anything Valyn was eager to leap into. For a variety of reasons. It would be far more difficult to intercede and undermine his father with a wife about, and probably a moot point anyway. His father would move him out of the main manor and into a small one of his own, and while all of his own slaves would be perfectly fine and well cared for, his father’s would be defenseless. And ancestors alone knew what would become of Shadow…
If Valyn was perfectly honest with himself, Shadow was the reason he had no desire to find a wife. He needed Shadow with him, beside him. He needed to protect him, and he needed… he simply needed Shadow.
Besides which, it was Shadow who shared his bed; it was Shadow who was the only life partner that Valyn desired.
“Pin for your thoughts?”
“Hmm?” Shaken out of his reverie, Valyn turned his head. Shadow was on the floor, stretched out with a book. It was a familiar sight, the black haired and dark skinned boy stretched like a wolf before the fireplace. But it still stirred Valyn’s blood. Dyran’s harem had not a single girl who compared to the dark, quiet tones of Mero Jenner.
“You looked like you were a million miles away. Wishing you were down there dancing?”
“Ancestors no.” Valyn pulled a face and then smiled, letting his eyes wander the lean, lithe muscles of Shadow’s arms. He was so lender, so delicate. Even with the human illusion, there was something ethereal about him. Valyn blinked, realizing he’d trailed off in speaking. “But I was wondering how it’s going. Well, I hope. I don’t want to deal with one of Father’s moods tomorrow.”
“Isn’t Lord Elgar in attendance? Your lord father’s been wanting to host him for a while now.”
“So assuming Elgar is friendly, father should be pleased tomorrow.” Valyn propped his chin on his hand, stretching some. The firelight cast soft shadows along Mero’s bare arms, and Valyn watched them with sleep-slitted eyes. “But can we talk about something else?”
“You look like the cat that got the cream, you know.” Shadow chuckled and shifted, turning onto his side. His hair fell into his face, obscuring his eyes. He looked exotic and enticing, stretched out as he was in the low light. He was a study in dark colors, earthen and appealing.
“I haven’t had anything yet,” Valyn said, smiling some. “I’m simply contemplating the feast.”
“That was incredibly bad, Val. It really was.” Mero laughed. “Save the charm for the ladies, they’ll probably fall for it.”
“And land myself with a wife? No, thank you.” Valyn flopped back down on the bed, onto his back.
“You’ve got plenty of time before your father really starts pushing you to get married, you know.” Shadow’s voice turned thoughtful.
“And if things go well, he’ll be out of the picture before that time comes.” Valyn’s voice was more serious now, than thoughtful. Everything he did, he did with the aim of challenging his father. Once he was in power, once he was head of the Clan and House…
“He will be.”
Valyn heard Shadow move, turned to see him walking towards the bed. He felt the bed shift as Shadow joined him, moving like the shadow he was named for to straddle Valyn’s hips.
“And you’re going to change things.” Shadow settled himself on Valyn’s hips, leaning down, hair falling about his face and the light of the fire catching in his eyes. “You’re going to change everything.”
“Maybe.” Valyn reached up, running fingers through the soft fall of Shadow’s hair. Maybe. If things went well, if he honed his skills, if he learned his father’s tricks, found his father’s weaknesses, if he was strong enough to hold the reins of the Hernalth Clan…. His fingers tightened in Shadow’s hair and he urged the boy down, drawing him into a fierce kiss. Even if he didn’t change anything, if he could only keep Shadow safe…
The kiss was returned with equal passion. Here, in bed, Valyn could let down some of his shields. He clung to Shadow like a lifeline, pulling him down, pressing their bodies together. Valyn felt his body respond, felt himself growing hard against Shadow’s warm weight. His hands traveled the length of the younger boy’s back, feeling the wiry muscles beneath his thin cotton tunic. It was suddenly so very warm in the lavish suite, and Valyn struggled for breath against Shadow’s lips.
They pulled apart, barely, Shadow pressing soft, hasty kisses along Valyn’s jaw line. The fire crackled, rising as another log fell to the flames, casting eerie light across the room and bed. Shadow’s fingers began plucking at the buttons of Valyn’s coat as his lips fixed on the hollow of the young Elven Lord’s throat. Shadow was always so quiet when he was like this. There was no playful teasing, no masks, no barriers between them. There was only hands and skin and lips, heated, fevered passion that left them both breathless.
Love wasn’t something that Elves ever gave themselves over to. Love was a weakness, a folly, an emotion that had no place in Elven society. But ancestors be damned, Valyn loved Shadow more than life itself. He hadn’t meant to, didn’t want to in the beginning, but he loved him. Everything he did, he did for Shadow. Shadow who was currently divesting him of his undershirt, with quick and nimble fingers. Shadow who he could feel like a brand against him, Shadow who as arching into his touch and moaning softly against his skin….
Valyn’s own hands reached for the hem of Mero’s tunic, yanking up the single garment. Shadow’s back was scarred and rough, crisscrossed with the marks of beatings and punishment. Valyn’s fingers traced the raised welts of flesh gently, hating each and every one of them. Each one of them a reminder of when Valyn hadn’t been there, couldn’t do anything….
“Val?” Shadow’s voice was a muffled mumble against his throat. Valyn could only half pay attention, as Shadow had finally reached the last layer of clothing and was peeling it away, leaving the young Elven Lord bare chested on the bed.
“Mmm?” he managed, wondering why in the name of the ancestors Shadow was attempting conversation at a time like this.
“Just relax.” The sensation of hot breath and moving lips against Valyn’s throat were indescribable. All thought of past mistakes and fear of future ones was washed away as Shadow’s hands moved down, achingly slow, until they fumbled with the ties of Valyn’s trousers. It was always Shadow who took matters into his own hands, who pushed things further. Before he could even think, before he could even register, Valyn was naked on the bed.
And Shadow was still wearing far too many clothes. But he took a moment to take in the boy’s bare chest, the smooth muscles and dark skin. Shadow’s front was still unscarred, still untouched. Only a hint of scarring was visible at his shoulders, glaring white creases in his fawn colored skin. Valyn reached for one, and Shadow caught his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. Valyn pressed his lips together tightly as Shadow took the tips of his fingers between his lips, sucking gently. The firelight made the half blood’s grin look far more wicked than it was most likely intended to be. But Valyn didn’t care. Bathed in firelight, grinning and shirtless, Shadow was like some sort of late night dream come true. He drew Valyn’s fingers into his mouth with a slow, practiced precision, his eyes half-lidded. A soft sigh escaped the elven lord’s lips, and he couldn’t help the way his hips arched upwards to press himself against Shadow’s thigh. He sought any sort of friction or pressure, wanting to dull the almost painful ache of his arousal.
Shadow released his fingers and bent, dropping his torso down like a dancer. His lips traced a path from Valyn’s neck down to his hips, teasing, tantalizing, driving Valyn mad with want. He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Shadow. It had only been a few years, but he couldn’t ever imagine a life without the young halfblood in it.
Once more, Valyn found himself unable to continue his line of thought as Shadow’s teasing came to a very final halt. Valyn cried out, despite himself, when Shadow took him into his mouth.
Oh. Oh. Valyn bit his lower lip, his hands grasping at the silken sheets beneath him. Shadow was moving his lips and tongue and making a humming noise in his throat and Valyn could feel all of it. He wanted to reach for Shadow, to touch him, to do something but all he could manage was to grab at the sheets and arch against Shadow’s tongue and struggle not to lose himself completely.
But it was always that struggle, and he always lost in the end. And he wanted to lose.
But then Shadow’s mouth as gone and Valyn made a small, plaintive noise of remorse. He was breathing hard, labored gasps that shook his slender frame. Shadow was moving, kicking off his trousers, stretching out naked over Valyn to kiss him once more. Now Valyn could move, could reach between them and wrap his fingers around both their erections. Shadow’s hand joined his, fingers interlocked to stroke themselves in tandem. Valyn fought to keep his lips on the halfblood’s, panting into the kiss, writhing against Shadow in a frenzied cacophony of need and want. One moment Shadow was on top of him, then he was on top of Shadow, rolling across the bed with no sense or rhythm, just desire.
When it was over, Valyn was once more on his back, Shadow half-splayed across him in a tangle of pale and dark limbs. He stared at the ceiling, watching the lingering shadows move across it. The fire was almost out now - Valyn flicked his hand to build it back up once more, flooding the room with light. Shadow shifted, curling more closely against him, one arm draped over his chest.
“Hey Val?”
“Mmm?”
“How’d your trousers get all the way on to your desk?”
“You’re the one who threw them.”
“Oh. Sorry about that.”
“It really doesn’t matter.” Valyn stretched and yawned, his own arm loosely about Shadow’s shoulders. “I’m going to take a bath anyway.”
“Want me to wash your back?”
“Only if you promise you won’t get distracted.”
“Right now? I can guarantee I won’t. Another hour? You’re taking your chances.” Shadow shifted once more, draping himself over Valyn.
“Then I suggest I get that bath out of the way now,” he teased. Shadow grinned and pushed himself off the bed, crossing the room naked and unashamed. Valyn watched him before following, eyes drawn to the play of muscles beneath the halfblood’s sweat dampened skin. Valyn smiled, but it didn’t touch his eyes. His eyes were clouded, inexpressive, closed off. He felt a pained burst of something inside of him, something he couldn’t explain and that would never reach the surface.
A life without Shadow, he decided, wasn’t a life worth living at all.
Title: Come Cover Me
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Pairing: Valyn/Mero (seriously, do I write anything else?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: N/A
Word Count: 2,099
Summary: Valyn couldn't imagine a life without Shadow. No matter what it took, no matter what he had to do, he would not lose the younger boy.
If Valyn strained his ears, he could almost make out the noise of the fete on the main floor of the manor. Lilting harp music, hushed voices, the strains of trained slaves singing. Downstairs there were dozens of people, gowned, coifed, bedecked and bejeweled, all basking in the light of the rising star of Hernalth. His father was most likely feeling quite pleased with himself.
At least he wasn’t parading Valyn around for eligible females. That had been a particularly excruciating exercise. The last fete that Dyran had hosted had been flooded with unmarried women everywhere from twelve to two hundred. And they had all either been boring or far too friendly for Valyn’s tastes. One particularly bold Lady - Lady Siora, widowed twice - had touched him most inappropriately right there in the hall. She had been worse than a concubine on aphrodisiacs.
Marriage wasn’t anything Valyn was eager to leap into. For a variety of reasons. It would be far more difficult to intercede and undermine his father with a wife about, and probably a moot point anyway. His father would move him out of the main manor and into a small one of his own, and while all of his own slaves would be perfectly fine and well cared for, his father’s would be defenseless. And ancestors alone knew what would become of Shadow…
If Valyn was perfectly honest with himself, Shadow was the reason he had no desire to find a wife. He needed Shadow with him, beside him. He needed to protect him, and he needed… he simply needed Shadow.
Besides which, it was Shadow who shared his bed; it was Shadow who was the only life partner that Valyn desired.
“Pin for your thoughts?”
“Hmm?” Shaken out of his reverie, Valyn turned his head. Shadow was on the floor, stretched out with a book. It was a familiar sight, the black haired and dark skinned boy stretched like a wolf before the fireplace. But it still stirred Valyn’s blood. Dyran’s harem had not a single girl who compared to the dark, quiet tones of Mero Jenner.
“You looked like you were a million miles away. Wishing you were down there dancing?”
“Ancestors no.” Valyn pulled a face and then smiled, letting his eyes wander the lean, lithe muscles of Shadow’s arms. He was so lender, so delicate. Even with the human illusion, there was something ethereal about him. Valyn blinked, realizing he’d trailed off in speaking. “But I was wondering how it’s going. Well, I hope. I don’t want to deal with one of Father’s moods tomorrow.”
“Isn’t Lord Elgar in attendance? Your lord father’s been wanting to host him for a while now.”
“So assuming Elgar is friendly, father should be pleased tomorrow.” Valyn propped his chin on his hand, stretching some. The firelight cast soft shadows along Mero’s bare arms, and Valyn watched them with sleep-slitted eyes. “But can we talk about something else?”
“You look like the cat that got the cream, you know.” Shadow chuckled and shifted, turning onto his side. His hair fell into his face, obscuring his eyes. He looked exotic and enticing, stretched out as he was in the low light. He was a study in dark colors, earthen and appealing.
“I haven’t had anything yet,” Valyn said, smiling some. “I’m simply contemplating the feast.”
“That was incredibly bad, Val. It really was.” Mero laughed. “Save the charm for the ladies, they’ll probably fall for it.”
“And land myself with a wife? No, thank you.” Valyn flopped back down on the bed, onto his back.
“You’ve got plenty of time before your father really starts pushing you to get married, you know.” Shadow’s voice turned thoughtful.
“And if things go well, he’ll be out of the picture before that time comes.” Valyn’s voice was more serious now, than thoughtful. Everything he did, he did with the aim of challenging his father. Once he was in power, once he was head of the Clan and House…
“He will be.”
Valyn heard Shadow move, turned to see him walking towards the bed. He felt the bed shift as Shadow joined him, moving like the shadow he was named for to straddle Valyn’s hips.
“And you’re going to change things.” Shadow settled himself on Valyn’s hips, leaning down, hair falling about his face and the light of the fire catching in his eyes. “You’re going to change everything.”
“Maybe.” Valyn reached up, running fingers through the soft fall of Shadow’s hair. Maybe. If things went well, if he honed his skills, if he learned his father’s tricks, found his father’s weaknesses, if he was strong enough to hold the reins of the Hernalth Clan…. His fingers tightened in Shadow’s hair and he urged the boy down, drawing him into a fierce kiss. Even if he didn’t change anything, if he could only keep Shadow safe…
The kiss was returned with equal passion. Here, in bed, Valyn could let down some of his shields. He clung to Shadow like a lifeline, pulling him down, pressing their bodies together. Valyn felt his body respond, felt himself growing hard against Shadow’s warm weight. His hands traveled the length of the younger boy’s back, feeling the wiry muscles beneath his thin cotton tunic. It was suddenly so very warm in the lavish suite, and Valyn struggled for breath against Shadow’s lips.
They pulled apart, barely, Shadow pressing soft, hasty kisses along Valyn’s jaw line. The fire crackled, rising as another log fell to the flames, casting eerie light across the room and bed. Shadow’s fingers began plucking at the buttons of Valyn’s coat as his lips fixed on the hollow of the young Elven Lord’s throat. Shadow was always so quiet when he was like this. There was no playful teasing, no masks, no barriers between them. There was only hands and skin and lips, heated, fevered passion that left them both breathless.
Love wasn’t something that Elves ever gave themselves over to. Love was a weakness, a folly, an emotion that had no place in Elven society. But ancestors be damned, Valyn loved Shadow more than life itself. He hadn’t meant to, didn’t want to in the beginning, but he loved him. Everything he did, he did for Shadow. Shadow who was currently divesting him of his undershirt, with quick and nimble fingers. Shadow who he could feel like a brand against him, Shadow who as arching into his touch and moaning softly against his skin….
Valyn’s own hands reached for the hem of Mero’s tunic, yanking up the single garment. Shadow’s back was scarred and rough, crisscrossed with the marks of beatings and punishment. Valyn’s fingers traced the raised welts of flesh gently, hating each and every one of them. Each one of them a reminder of when Valyn hadn’t been there, couldn’t do anything….
“Val?” Shadow’s voice was a muffled mumble against his throat. Valyn could only half pay attention, as Shadow had finally reached the last layer of clothing and was peeling it away, leaving the young Elven Lord bare chested on the bed.
“Mmm?” he managed, wondering why in the name of the ancestors Shadow was attempting conversation at a time like this.
“Just relax.” The sensation of hot breath and moving lips against Valyn’s throat were indescribable. All thought of past mistakes and fear of future ones was washed away as Shadow’s hands moved down, achingly slow, until they fumbled with the ties of Valyn’s trousers. It was always Shadow who took matters into his own hands, who pushed things further. Before he could even think, before he could even register, Valyn was naked on the bed.
And Shadow was still wearing far too many clothes. But he took a moment to take in the boy’s bare chest, the smooth muscles and dark skin. Shadow’s front was still unscarred, still untouched. Only a hint of scarring was visible at his shoulders, glaring white creases in his fawn colored skin. Valyn reached for one, and Shadow caught his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips. Valyn pressed his lips together tightly as Shadow took the tips of his fingers between his lips, sucking gently. The firelight made the half blood’s grin look far more wicked than it was most likely intended to be. But Valyn didn’t care. Bathed in firelight, grinning and shirtless, Shadow was like some sort of late night dream come true. He drew Valyn’s fingers into his mouth with a slow, practiced precision, his eyes half-lidded. A soft sigh escaped the elven lord’s lips, and he couldn’t help the way his hips arched upwards to press himself against Shadow’s thigh. He sought any sort of friction or pressure, wanting to dull the almost painful ache of his arousal.
Shadow released his fingers and bent, dropping his torso down like a dancer. His lips traced a path from Valyn’s neck down to his hips, teasing, tantalizing, driving Valyn mad with want. He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Shadow. It had only been a few years, but he couldn’t ever imagine a life without the young halfblood in it.
Once more, Valyn found himself unable to continue his line of thought as Shadow’s teasing came to a very final halt. Valyn cried out, despite himself, when Shadow took him into his mouth.
Oh. Oh. Valyn bit his lower lip, his hands grasping at the silken sheets beneath him. Shadow was moving his lips and tongue and making a humming noise in his throat and Valyn could feel all of it. He wanted to reach for Shadow, to touch him, to do something but all he could manage was to grab at the sheets and arch against Shadow’s tongue and struggle not to lose himself completely.
But it was always that struggle, and he always lost in the end. And he wanted to lose.
But then Shadow’s mouth as gone and Valyn made a small, plaintive noise of remorse. He was breathing hard, labored gasps that shook his slender frame. Shadow was moving, kicking off his trousers, stretching out naked over Valyn to kiss him once more. Now Valyn could move, could reach between them and wrap his fingers around both their erections. Shadow’s hand joined his, fingers interlocked to stroke themselves in tandem. Valyn fought to keep his lips on the halfblood’s, panting into the kiss, writhing against Shadow in a frenzied cacophony of need and want. One moment Shadow was on top of him, then he was on top of Shadow, rolling across the bed with no sense or rhythm, just desire.
When it was over, Valyn was once more on his back, Shadow half-splayed across him in a tangle of pale and dark limbs. He stared at the ceiling, watching the lingering shadows move across it. The fire was almost out now - Valyn flicked his hand to build it back up once more, flooding the room with light. Shadow shifted, curling more closely against him, one arm draped over his chest.
“Hey Val?”
“Mmm?”
“How’d your trousers get all the way on to your desk?”
“You’re the one who threw them.”
“Oh. Sorry about that.”
“It really doesn’t matter.” Valyn stretched and yawned, his own arm loosely about Shadow’s shoulders. “I’m going to take a bath anyway.”
“Want me to wash your back?”
“Only if you promise you won’t get distracted.”
“Right now? I can guarantee I won’t. Another hour? You’re taking your chances.” Shadow shifted once more, draping himself over Valyn.
“Then I suggest I get that bath out of the way now,” he teased. Shadow grinned and pushed himself off the bed, crossing the room naked and unashamed. Valyn watched him before following, eyes drawn to the play of muscles beneath the halfblood’s sweat dampened skin. Valyn smiled, but it didn’t touch his eyes. His eyes were clouded, inexpressive, closed off. He felt a pained burst of something inside of him, something he couldn’t explain and that would never reach the surface.
A life without Shadow, he decided, wasn’t a life worth living at all.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed!
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*friends you*
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*ditto*