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said_scarlett) wrote2007-08-23 06:52 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2007-08-23 06:52 pm
Entry tags:
Fic: In The Dark Heart Of The Night; Shadow/Valyn/Shana; NC-17
Title: In The Dark Heart Of the Night
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Pairing: Shadow/Valyn/Shana
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,031
Author's Notes: AU, but not the same AU-verse as the other AU-verse.
Summary: The war was won and spirits were high. But still Valyn felt a strange sense of empty longing, and he couldn't forget what he'd done....
There were always certain things one did upon a winning a war. There was dancing and feasting and above all, there was drinking. In the great hall of the Citadel, wine and mead and harder stuff was flowing freely. And down below, in the old stone corridors, it flowed as well.
Valyn leaned back against the stone wall, still feeling tense and exhilarated and as though he was in a dream. They’d won. He had blood on his hands that would never wash clean, but he’d been prepared for that. And he’d won the war.
Or at the very least there was no more fighting and the elven forces were willing to engage in treaty talks. But it was still something. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen to him - it would take a great deal of talking and perhaps even threatening for the Council to allow him to take over his father’s position.
But none of that was bothering him now. Now he was flushed with wine and victory, on the stone floor of an old corridor with Shana and Shadow and a cask of a fine old vintage.
“We did it.” Shadow was shaking his head, his lips red with wine. Valyn grinned and threw his arm around his cousin’s shoulders in a one-armed embrace.
“We did,” he repeated, still unable to believe it. The wine was making him giddy, and his own triumph over his father was making him bold. He squeezed Shadow tightly and leaned over, kissing him firmly on the lips. Normally he’d never display his affection so publicly, but he was tipsy and loose and more free with his emotions than normal.
“Oh, so you’ll kiss him but you won’t even look at me?”
Valyn turned just as Shana swatted him on the shoulder.
“I… you…”
“She’s got a point, Val,” Shadow said, laughing. This, this was what Valyn had been missing. This warm sense of camaraderie. He felt it seeping through him as surely as the wine.
“Fine.” Valyn leaned over and brushed his lips against Shana’s. It was a chaste meeting of skin, hardly the open mouthed display he‘d engaged in with Shadow. But it was a kiss, and far more than Valyn had ever entertained. With Shana, at least. “Now you’ve gotten a kiss, too.”
“That wasn’t a kiss.” But Shana was flushing and looking down at her knees. Her hair was tangled and half out of its braid. She was a pretty thing. But it was Shadow that Valyn leaned against, Shadow who Valyn kept his arm draped about, Shadow who he would fall drunkenly into bed with once the wine and night were nearly gone.
“I’m inclined to agree.” Shadow was grinning wickedly, his green eyes sparkling. He looked devious. Valyn wanted to kiss him again.
“Our lips met, I call that a kiss.”
“Gods and demons, I’ve seen you kiss matronly Ladies more passionately than that. Give her a proper kiss. It‘s a night for celebration, after all.”
There was something disconcerting about Shadow urging him to kiss Shana. Shana wasn’t even looking at them anymore. Her head was turned her cheeks were as red as her hair. Valyn sighed. It was a night of celebration. And what could a kiss hurt? Arm still around Shadow’s shoulders, Valyn leaned forward once more. Shana was still looking away. His free hand tipped her head up to face him, and he kissed her once more. This time he let his lips linger. Shana’s were rough and weather-worn. She seemed frozen against him, and he realized suddenly that she had most likely never been kissed before.
He drew away. Shana was chewing her lower lip, and her eyes were very bright.
“Better,” Shadow was saying, and Valyn could hear the mischief in his voice.
“If you’re such an expert on how Shana should be kissed,” Valyn said, “then you kiss her.”
“No one needs to kiss Shana anymore.” Shana herself finally spoke up.
“I don’t know, I think it’s only fair. Valyn and I kissed, you and Valyn kissed…” Shadow shrugged. “Come here.”
Valyn felt like he was thirteen again, playing kissing games in the garden. He didn’t feel like a war hero or a man or a Lord. He felt like an awkward boy with sweating hands and a fluttering stomach. And it didn’t abate when Shadow kissed Shana, and Valyn could see his lips were open, and his hand was in her hair. It was a lover’s kiss. A surge of jealousy shot through the young elven Lord, though he knew he was hardly the only lover Shadow had ever had. Hadn’t he been encouraging a union between the two halfbloods anyway?
But Shadow was still within the circle of his arm, and now Shana’s hand was on his knee to balance herself. Her hand was damp as well.
Shadow wasn’t drawing back. Or rather he was, and he was drawing Shana back with him, pulling her against his chest. Valyn felt her against him and he wasn’t sure where Shana started and Shadow began. It was all warm bodies and soft hair mingling together. Shana was kissing Shadow, then him again, and then both of them at once in a fevered mash of lips. Shana’s hand slipped off his knee and she tumbled, and Valyn felt the world shift….
They were sprawled in a tangle of limbs. Valyn felt Shana’s body pressed snuggly against his, warm and soft. Her buttocks were pressed snuggly against his thigh, and his already warm body warmed even further. Shadow was sprawled across his legs, laughing. Soon Shana was laughing as well, and even Valyn had to smile. What a sight they must have made.
“Shadow, I can’t get up unless you do. And I think I’m crushing poor Shana….”
“I doubt Shana minds.” Valyn felt a swift swat on his own rump. Shadow rolled off of Valyn’s legs, onto his back on the cool stone floor. He was still laughing. Shana was still under him, no longer laughing. And her breathing was coming quicker. Valyn knew why, he wasn’t a fool. He was pressed snug against her, and if he could feel all of her, she could feel all of him.
He suddenly wished he was wearing thicker trousers.
“I still can’t believe it.” Shadow was staring up at the high ceiling. “We won.”
“It doesn’t seem real.” Valyn finally rolled off of Shana, landing on his side between her and Shadow. “Of course that may well be the amount of wine I’ve had. I think I’m done.”
“I don’t think the wine matters.” Shana’s voice was quiet.
“No, I don’t think so either.” Shadow turned, throwing an arm around Valyn’s waist.
“I killed my father.”
Those words fell into silence. Valyn hadn’t meant to say them, but he’d been thinking them, over and over and over in his mind since it had happened. He could still see it in his mind, his father coming towards him…. Then falling backwards, still snarling in rage.
“I killed my father,” he said again. The words felt strange. But they were true. “I killed my father.”
No one else said anything. Shadow moved close, holding him. Shana turned, pressing herself against his back, her arms going around him. They both held him, silently. Shadow’s hand rubbed at his hip. Shana kissed his neck, softly.
“I’m sorry.” Valyn pressed his forehead to Shadow’s, then turned to kiss Shana’s cheek. “I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.”
“It’s fine.” Shadow reached up and ran a hand through his hair. “There’s no point in ignoring it.”
Shana didn’t speak. She held him, though, and he let her. She was warm and soft and her breasts pressed against his back, and ancestors help him, it felt good. Almost as good as Shadow’s body against his.
“It needed to be done,” Valyn said. And it had. But the fact remained that he had killed his own father. It didn’t matter that Dyran had been a monster, that Dyran would have killed them all, that Dyran had been trying to kill him. Dyran had been his father.
“And we won because of it. Don’t let it weigh you down, Valyn. You’re alive, you’re not allowed to be a martyr.”
Now it was Valyn’s turn to be silent, to lay there between his cousin andsister friend. He was aware of Shadow’s hand, still stroking his hip, and Shana’s hand resting lightly against the open throat of his tunic. Her hand was on bare skin.
“We’re going to be sore, if we spend the night on the floor.” Valyn knew it was a foolish thing to say, but he needed to fill the silence and he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“I’m going to be sore, anyway. You landed on me.” Shana swatted him, but gently, her hand light against his chest. Shadow chuckled.
“And Shadow landed on me,” he pointed out. One of Shadow’s hands twined with Shana’s, against Valyn’s chest.
“Only because Shana grabbed me when she fell.”
“She grabbed both of us.”
“I was trying not to fall. ‘Sides, you two are the ones who… started everything.” It sounded as though Shana was blushing again. Shadow’s hand on his hip. Shana’s breasts against his back. These weren’t kissing games any longer. He’d spent many nights between the sheets and between Shadow’s thighs, but Shana…. Shana was an innocent. And no matter how good her skin felt or how passionate her kisses were, she was his sister.
But she’ll never love you as a sister, he reminded himself. And Shadow doesn’t love you as a cousin. They both love you as lovers. And what do you love them as?
Valyn sighed. His blood was still stirred from feeling Shana beneath him. The hands on his skin did nothing to calm him. It was Shadow who was in front of him so it was Shadow to whom he cleaved, Shana’s hand trapped between them. He was surrounded by warmth. Shadow’s hand left his hip, reached behind him, pulled Shana flush against his back.
He needed this. He wanted this. Shadow rubbed against him. Valyn shifted, taking Shana’s hand and bringing it to his lips, gently kissing the heel of her palm. He could feel Shadow running his hand along her body, feel Shana arching and pressing her breasts against him. She was kissing his neck, his shoulder, the edge of his jaw. Her hair was soft against him. And Shadow moved slowly, hardness against hardness, legs twining with Valyn’s, with Shana‘s. It was impossible to tell who was touching who.
Valyn found himself on his back. Shadow’s hand was over the swell in his trousers, Shana was kissing him. He reached for her breasts with one hand, for Shadow with the other. They fell together in a slow joining of lips and limbs, touching and twining together and seeking comfort in one another.
When Valyn leaned back against the stone wall, Shana moving against him while Shadow was inside her, making love to her from behind, he felt real. Shana’s head was thrown back, her thick red hair falling around her shoulders. Her mouth was open, her shoulders heaved, her breasts thrust forward and she was beautiful and wild. Shadow kissed her shoulder, his eyes still gleaming mischievously, meeting Valyn’s eyes and Valyn could feel them both against him.
And he felt good. The sense of a dream fell away, and the reality was heated skin and muffled screams and Shana’s nails and Shadow’s calloused fingertips….
There was no greater acceptance than that, the acceptance of flesh and body and soul. There was no need for words. Everything was said with skin and lips and clinging limbs. Valyn clung to them both, kissed them both, held them tightly as he found his release….
He held them both even afterwards, ignoring the seed and slickness clinging to his thighs. Shana curled against his chest, Shadow’s head on his shoulder, tangled together amongst empty wine flasks on the cold stone floor. This was all he had wanted.
Dyran may have been his father, but this was his family.
Fandom: Halfblood Chronicles
Pairing: Shadow/Valyn/Shana
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,031
Author's Notes: AU, but not the same AU-verse as the other AU-verse.
Summary: The war was won and spirits were high. But still Valyn felt a strange sense of empty longing, and he couldn't forget what he'd done....
There were always certain things one did upon a winning a war. There was dancing and feasting and above all, there was drinking. In the great hall of the Citadel, wine and mead and harder stuff was flowing freely. And down below, in the old stone corridors, it flowed as well.
Valyn leaned back against the stone wall, still feeling tense and exhilarated and as though he was in a dream. They’d won. He had blood on his hands that would never wash clean, but he’d been prepared for that. And he’d won the war.
Or at the very least there was no more fighting and the elven forces were willing to engage in treaty talks. But it was still something. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going to happen to him - it would take a great deal of talking and perhaps even threatening for the Council to allow him to take over his father’s position.
But none of that was bothering him now. Now he was flushed with wine and victory, on the stone floor of an old corridor with Shana and Shadow and a cask of a fine old vintage.
“We did it.” Shadow was shaking his head, his lips red with wine. Valyn grinned and threw his arm around his cousin’s shoulders in a one-armed embrace.
“We did,” he repeated, still unable to believe it. The wine was making him giddy, and his own triumph over his father was making him bold. He squeezed Shadow tightly and leaned over, kissing him firmly on the lips. Normally he’d never display his affection so publicly, but he was tipsy and loose and more free with his emotions than normal.
“Oh, so you’ll kiss him but you won’t even look at me?”
Valyn turned just as Shana swatted him on the shoulder.
“I… you…”
“She’s got a point, Val,” Shadow said, laughing. This, this was what Valyn had been missing. This warm sense of camaraderie. He felt it seeping through him as surely as the wine.
“Fine.” Valyn leaned over and brushed his lips against Shana’s. It was a chaste meeting of skin, hardly the open mouthed display he‘d engaged in with Shadow. But it was a kiss, and far more than Valyn had ever entertained. With Shana, at least. “Now you’ve gotten a kiss, too.”
“That wasn’t a kiss.” But Shana was flushing and looking down at her knees. Her hair was tangled and half out of its braid. She was a pretty thing. But it was Shadow that Valyn leaned against, Shadow who Valyn kept his arm draped about, Shadow who he would fall drunkenly into bed with once the wine and night were nearly gone.
“I’m inclined to agree.” Shadow was grinning wickedly, his green eyes sparkling. He looked devious. Valyn wanted to kiss him again.
“Our lips met, I call that a kiss.”
“Gods and demons, I’ve seen you kiss matronly Ladies more passionately than that. Give her a proper kiss. It‘s a night for celebration, after all.”
There was something disconcerting about Shadow urging him to kiss Shana. Shana wasn’t even looking at them anymore. Her head was turned her cheeks were as red as her hair. Valyn sighed. It was a night of celebration. And what could a kiss hurt? Arm still around Shadow’s shoulders, Valyn leaned forward once more. Shana was still looking away. His free hand tipped her head up to face him, and he kissed her once more. This time he let his lips linger. Shana’s were rough and weather-worn. She seemed frozen against him, and he realized suddenly that she had most likely never been kissed before.
He drew away. Shana was chewing her lower lip, and her eyes were very bright.
“Better,” Shadow was saying, and Valyn could hear the mischief in his voice.
“If you’re such an expert on how Shana should be kissed,” Valyn said, “then you kiss her.”
“No one needs to kiss Shana anymore.” Shana herself finally spoke up.
“I don’t know, I think it’s only fair. Valyn and I kissed, you and Valyn kissed…” Shadow shrugged. “Come here.”
Valyn felt like he was thirteen again, playing kissing games in the garden. He didn’t feel like a war hero or a man or a Lord. He felt like an awkward boy with sweating hands and a fluttering stomach. And it didn’t abate when Shadow kissed Shana, and Valyn could see his lips were open, and his hand was in her hair. It was a lover’s kiss. A surge of jealousy shot through the young elven Lord, though he knew he was hardly the only lover Shadow had ever had. Hadn’t he been encouraging a union between the two halfbloods anyway?
But Shadow was still within the circle of his arm, and now Shana’s hand was on his knee to balance herself. Her hand was damp as well.
Shadow wasn’t drawing back. Or rather he was, and he was drawing Shana back with him, pulling her against his chest. Valyn felt her against him and he wasn’t sure where Shana started and Shadow began. It was all warm bodies and soft hair mingling together. Shana was kissing Shadow, then him again, and then both of them at once in a fevered mash of lips. Shana’s hand slipped off his knee and she tumbled, and Valyn felt the world shift….
They were sprawled in a tangle of limbs. Valyn felt Shana’s body pressed snuggly against his, warm and soft. Her buttocks were pressed snuggly against his thigh, and his already warm body warmed even further. Shadow was sprawled across his legs, laughing. Soon Shana was laughing as well, and even Valyn had to smile. What a sight they must have made.
“Shadow, I can’t get up unless you do. And I think I’m crushing poor Shana….”
“I doubt Shana minds.” Valyn felt a swift swat on his own rump. Shadow rolled off of Valyn’s legs, onto his back on the cool stone floor. He was still laughing. Shana was still under him, no longer laughing. And her breathing was coming quicker. Valyn knew why, he wasn’t a fool. He was pressed snug against her, and if he could feel all of her, she could feel all of him.
He suddenly wished he was wearing thicker trousers.
“I still can’t believe it.” Shadow was staring up at the high ceiling. “We won.”
“It doesn’t seem real.” Valyn finally rolled off of Shana, landing on his side between her and Shadow. “Of course that may well be the amount of wine I’ve had. I think I’m done.”
“I don’t think the wine matters.” Shana’s voice was quiet.
“No, I don’t think so either.” Shadow turned, throwing an arm around Valyn’s waist.
“I killed my father.”
Those words fell into silence. Valyn hadn’t meant to say them, but he’d been thinking them, over and over and over in his mind since it had happened. He could still see it in his mind, his father coming towards him…. Then falling backwards, still snarling in rage.
“I killed my father,” he said again. The words felt strange. But they were true. “I killed my father.”
No one else said anything. Shadow moved close, holding him. Shana turned, pressing herself against his back, her arms going around him. They both held him, silently. Shadow’s hand rubbed at his hip. Shana kissed his neck, softly.
“I’m sorry.” Valyn pressed his forehead to Shadow’s, then turned to kiss Shana’s cheek. “I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.”
“It’s fine.” Shadow reached up and ran a hand through his hair. “There’s no point in ignoring it.”
Shana didn’t speak. She held him, though, and he let her. She was warm and soft and her breasts pressed against his back, and ancestors help him, it felt good. Almost as good as Shadow’s body against his.
“It needed to be done,” Valyn said. And it had. But the fact remained that he had killed his own father. It didn’t matter that Dyran had been a monster, that Dyran would have killed them all, that Dyran had been trying to kill him. Dyran had been his father.
“And we won because of it. Don’t let it weigh you down, Valyn. You’re alive, you’re not allowed to be a martyr.”
Now it was Valyn’s turn to be silent, to lay there between his cousin and
“We’re going to be sore, if we spend the night on the floor.” Valyn knew it was a foolish thing to say, but he needed to fill the silence and he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“I’m going to be sore, anyway. You landed on me.” Shana swatted him, but gently, her hand light against his chest. Shadow chuckled.
“And Shadow landed on me,” he pointed out. One of Shadow’s hands twined with Shana’s, against Valyn’s chest.
“Only because Shana grabbed me when she fell.”
“She grabbed both of us.”
“I was trying not to fall. ‘Sides, you two are the ones who… started everything.” It sounded as though Shana was blushing again. Shadow’s hand on his hip. Shana’s breasts against his back. These weren’t kissing games any longer. He’d spent many nights between the sheets and between Shadow’s thighs, but Shana…. Shana was an innocent. And no matter how good her skin felt or how passionate her kisses were, she was his sister.
But she’ll never love you as a sister, he reminded himself. And Shadow doesn’t love you as a cousin. They both love you as lovers. And what do you love them as?
Valyn sighed. His blood was still stirred from feeling Shana beneath him. The hands on his skin did nothing to calm him. It was Shadow who was in front of him so it was Shadow to whom he cleaved, Shana’s hand trapped between them. He was surrounded by warmth. Shadow’s hand left his hip, reached behind him, pulled Shana flush against his back.
He needed this. He wanted this. Shadow rubbed against him. Valyn shifted, taking Shana’s hand and bringing it to his lips, gently kissing the heel of her palm. He could feel Shadow running his hand along her body, feel Shana arching and pressing her breasts against him. She was kissing his neck, his shoulder, the edge of his jaw. Her hair was soft against him. And Shadow moved slowly, hardness against hardness, legs twining with Valyn’s, with Shana‘s. It was impossible to tell who was touching who.
Valyn found himself on his back. Shadow’s hand was over the swell in his trousers, Shana was kissing him. He reached for her breasts with one hand, for Shadow with the other. They fell together in a slow joining of lips and limbs, touching and twining together and seeking comfort in one another.
When Valyn leaned back against the stone wall, Shana moving against him while Shadow was inside her, making love to her from behind, he felt real. Shana’s head was thrown back, her thick red hair falling around her shoulders. Her mouth was open, her shoulders heaved, her breasts thrust forward and she was beautiful and wild. Shadow kissed her shoulder, his eyes still gleaming mischievously, meeting Valyn’s eyes and Valyn could feel them both against him.
And he felt good. The sense of a dream fell away, and the reality was heated skin and muffled screams and Shana’s nails and Shadow’s calloused fingertips….
There was no greater acceptance than that, the acceptance of flesh and body and soul. There was no need for words. Everything was said with skin and lips and clinging limbs. Valyn clung to them both, kissed them both, held them tightly as he found his release….
He held them both even afterwards, ignoring the seed and slickness clinging to his thighs. Shana curled against his chest, Shadow’s head on his shoulder, tangled together amongst empty wine flasks on the cold stone floor. This was all he had wanted.
Dyran may have been his father, but this was his family.