The Fallen (Part Ten)
“I’ve waited long enough for what I always knew was waiting for me here.”
“And what is that?”
Dalen turned his face to the side, looking up at Coltran. Even with the height he’d gained over the years, his bond mate was still the taller by a few inches. As he looked up, Coltran leaned down, brushing their lips together as he had all those years ago. He’d never wanted anyone else like this, never wanted a lover that wasn’t Coltran and his need flowed through their bond, redoubled by Coltran’s.
He turned in the other man’s arms and when Coltran licked across his bottom lip, Dalen opened to him, tongues teasing and twisting together as Dalen pulled Coltran closer. He felt a warm surge of need as he felt the hard body shifting against him.
“Dalen,” Coltran whispered as he broke away, lips just a breath apart. “Let me take you to bed.”
“Yes,” was the only answer that would come.
Coltran’s lips were against his again and though he had expected the man to take his hand and lead them away, he simply pulled Dalen with him, never letting hands and lips far from where he wanted them to be. Dalen was happy enough to stay in Coltran’s embrace, his fingers finding the soft curls of his hair as he pulled him closer.
They made it to Coltran’s room and his bond mate took his time undressing him, stripping each piece of clothing off slowly, lips tracing the path of fingers as he whispered words of encouragement into his skin. Dalen was shaking with need before he was done and when Coltran stepped away to divest himself of his own clothes, Dalen stopped him, subjecting them both to the sweet torture again.
His fingers trailed across Coltran’s golden skin, tracing scars from wounds he had been unable to treat himself. He dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to each. When he looked up, his bond mate’s eyes were dark and the bond pulsed with need. He pushed slightly and Coltran sat back on the bed, Dalen crawling between his legs quickly. He’d never taken a lover but he was a soldier and he’d heard enough stories of warriors bonding after a blood field to know how to please Coltran.
He took a deep breath as he wrapped his fingers around Coltran’s cock. The skin was soft, silky and warm, and he stroked him lightly to learn the weight of him. Coltran moaned into the silence of the house and Dalen leaned in, licking across the weeping tip.
“Dalen,” his lover whispered. He’d rarely heard his name spoken in such awe and it was always Coltran, always his bond mate, who loved him so.
He wanted more of Coltran, wanted to hear him moan and speak his name like a revelation again. He took him into his mouth, sucking and licking until Coltran’s hand pulled at his hair, stopping him.
With his other hand, he placed the small jar in his hands, then crawled up the bed, watching, waiting for Dalen. He knew what it was for and he felt honored and terrified in the same measure. He wanted so much though and this was just the next step in it.
He smeared his fingers through the slick oil and crawled up the bed beside Coltran. He rested on his side and it wasn’t until Coltran leaned up with him that he pressed another kiss to his lips. As Coltran opened under him, he let his fingers trail down his abdomen and past his erection. He let his fingers play around the soft pucker of Coltran’s body, circling and pressing lightly until his lover was pushing back into him, forcing his finger to breach the ring of muscle there.
They both moaned, tongues continuing to tangle as Dalen moved inside his body, pressing in and out in a slow, steady motion. He felt the muscles loosen and added a second slicked finger. Coltran’s hands were in his hair, over his back, down his arms and up, constantly moving as his body rocked into the motion of Dalen’s fingers. By the time he’d pressed a third finger inside him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stave off his pleasure much longer. He needed to be inside Coltran’s body fully. Coltran must have felt something from the bond because then he was pulling Dalen with him as he rolled onto his back.
He took it as permission and pulling his fingers away, slicking up his own cock with the oil, before he pressed his forehead to Coltran’s.
“Now, Dalen,” he whispered. “I’ve waited too long for you to decide to move slow now.”
Dalen let out a huff of a laugh but he raised himself up with one hand and used the other to guide his cock into Coltran’s body. He was so gloriously tight, but it was the bond itself that gave him the true pleasure, the feeling of completion as he pressed into his bond mate for the first time. He stopped moving as he was fully sheathed and could do nothing more than look at Coltran. Coltran’s hands came up to frame his face and the warmth and love that flared so strong in the bond was shown clearly in his eyes. He smiled then, dimples showing and there was more than love in the bond but a feeling of joy so strong he couldn’t help but smile with him.
“Welcome home, little one.”
He closed his eyes at those words and Coltran shifted, reminding him of what they were supposed to be doing. He pulled his hips back slowly, eliciting a moan from Coltran before he thrust back. Neither of them were going to last long, but he didn’t think they were supposed to. What was between them was more than just this act of pleasure, and the joining of bodies just deepened the joining of their souls.
When his pleasure finally ripped through him, the bond carried both of them, Dalen releasing his seed inside Coltran’s body and Coltran painting their stomachs white with his release.
It took some time before he was able to think enough to pull away from his lover, to wrap him in his arms and hold him there. They were eye to eye and Coltran’s smile was soft and content.
Dalen had held back the words for far too long and as he raised shaking fingers to caress his lover’s face, he finally spoke them. “I love you, Coltran.”
Coltran’s eyes softened and he pulled Dalen closer, burying his head in his neck. He felt his lips moving against his skin and let out his own smile at the words returned.
“I love you, Dalen.”
**
The morning sun was still mostly hidden, painting the valley in shades of orange as Dalen moved to the garden. Coltran was at his side, as he had been every morning he’d gone to the gardens. It was the way they’d started the day for years, this communion with the world and even when they’d been away, it had always been in their hearts. Now though, being there for himself again, he could barely keep the emotions at bay.
Coltran stepped up behind him, pressing a kiss into the fabric over his shoulder and it grounded him enough that Dalen could step up to the stone marker, kissing it softly before he moved to stone circle, kneeling in honor. Coltran was beside him a moment later, the bond showing his own need to clear his emotions.
Neither had slept much, unable to stop touching once they’d finally crossed the gap between them. He’d taken Coltran again that night and he’d been taken in return that morning. He’d never known what it would be like but he’d felt alive with Coltran inside him. Even now he wanted nothing more from the day than to take him back to bed and let him touch and kiss every inch as he had promised. He felt a hand press against his thigh and realized he was pushing that along the bond. He smiled over at Coltran and Coltran just laughed. “What am I to do with you, little one?”
“The things you promised,” Dalen suggested.
Coltran threw his head back and laughed and it was truly unguarded. It was just them again, back where they belonged.
“Chantree will be here soon, with the others,” Coltran said as he stopped laughing. “She might be appalled at the things I have planned to do to her young gentleman. It might be best to wait until they take their leave.”
“So long as you don’t forget,” Dalen said with a grin.
Coltran let out a deep breath and there was something more serious to the set of his shoulders. “It’s a different world now, Dalen,” he said softly. “Soon there will be no more horde to hunt. What will you do when you get bored with an old Karrem soldier?”
Dalen laughed softly. “Take him rock diving. Or see the rest of the world. Or maybe teach the village boys to point a sword in the right direction. I don’t know, but I look forward to figuring it out.”
“Your friends, my friends, we will all have to find a way to live without this war.”
“I can do without the war,” Dalen confessed.
“Can you? Can you forget the rush of battle and the feel of victory? Can you forget the blood and pain and learn to live a life that doesn’t make you feel in such extreme?”
Dalen took Coltran’s hand and placed it against his heart. “We are the Fallen. We can do anything we choose. But it was not the rush of battle that made my heart race, nor was it the extreme of the fight that gave me life. Everything I have experienced grows dim in the light of our bond. I am Fallen by choice this time, for you.”
“Yes,” Coltran said, his hand pulling Dalen’s other hand to rest over his heart in mirror. “Yes, we chose it this time, to bond, to fight to be together.”
Together, bonded and loved, souls entwined, they agreed. “We are the Fallen.”
“And what is that?”
Dalen turned his face to the side, looking up at Coltran. Even with the height he’d gained over the years, his bond mate was still the taller by a few inches. As he looked up, Coltran leaned down, brushing their lips together as he had all those years ago. He’d never wanted anyone else like this, never wanted a lover that wasn’t Coltran and his need flowed through their bond, redoubled by Coltran’s.
He turned in the other man’s arms and when Coltran licked across his bottom lip, Dalen opened to him, tongues teasing and twisting together as Dalen pulled Coltran closer. He felt a warm surge of need as he felt the hard body shifting against him.
“Dalen,” Coltran whispered as he broke away, lips just a breath apart. “Let me take you to bed.”
“Yes,” was the only answer that would come.
Coltran’s lips were against his again and though he had expected the man to take his hand and lead them away, he simply pulled Dalen with him, never letting hands and lips far from where he wanted them to be. Dalen was happy enough to stay in Coltran’s embrace, his fingers finding the soft curls of his hair as he pulled him closer.
They made it to Coltran’s room and his bond mate took his time undressing him, stripping each piece of clothing off slowly, lips tracing the path of fingers as he whispered words of encouragement into his skin. Dalen was shaking with need before he was done and when Coltran stepped away to divest himself of his own clothes, Dalen stopped him, subjecting them both to the sweet torture again.
His fingers trailed across Coltran’s golden skin, tracing scars from wounds he had been unable to treat himself. He dropped to his knees and pressed his lips to each. When he looked up, his bond mate’s eyes were dark and the bond pulsed with need. He pushed slightly and Coltran sat back on the bed, Dalen crawling between his legs quickly. He’d never taken a lover but he was a soldier and he’d heard enough stories of warriors bonding after a blood field to know how to please Coltran.
He took a deep breath as he wrapped his fingers around Coltran’s cock. The skin was soft, silky and warm, and he stroked him lightly to learn the weight of him. Coltran moaned into the silence of the house and Dalen leaned in, licking across the weeping tip.
“Dalen,” his lover whispered. He’d rarely heard his name spoken in such awe and it was always Coltran, always his bond mate, who loved him so.
He wanted more of Coltran, wanted to hear him moan and speak his name like a revelation again. He took him into his mouth, sucking and licking until Coltran’s hand pulled at his hair, stopping him.
With his other hand, he placed the small jar in his hands, then crawled up the bed, watching, waiting for Dalen. He knew what it was for and he felt honored and terrified in the same measure. He wanted so much though and this was just the next step in it.
He smeared his fingers through the slick oil and crawled up the bed beside Coltran. He rested on his side and it wasn’t until Coltran leaned up with him that he pressed another kiss to his lips. As Coltran opened under him, he let his fingers trail down his abdomen and past his erection. He let his fingers play around the soft pucker of Coltran’s body, circling and pressing lightly until his lover was pushing back into him, forcing his finger to breach the ring of muscle there.
They both moaned, tongues continuing to tangle as Dalen moved inside his body, pressing in and out in a slow, steady motion. He felt the muscles loosen and added a second slicked finger. Coltran’s hands were in his hair, over his back, down his arms and up, constantly moving as his body rocked into the motion of Dalen’s fingers. By the time he’d pressed a third finger inside him, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stave off his pleasure much longer. He needed to be inside Coltran’s body fully. Coltran must have felt something from the bond because then he was pulling Dalen with him as he rolled onto his back.
He took it as permission and pulling his fingers away, slicking up his own cock with the oil, before he pressed his forehead to Coltran’s.
“Now, Dalen,” he whispered. “I’ve waited too long for you to decide to move slow now.”
Dalen let out a huff of a laugh but he raised himself up with one hand and used the other to guide his cock into Coltran’s body. He was so gloriously tight, but it was the bond itself that gave him the true pleasure, the feeling of completion as he pressed into his bond mate for the first time. He stopped moving as he was fully sheathed and could do nothing more than look at Coltran. Coltran’s hands came up to frame his face and the warmth and love that flared so strong in the bond was shown clearly in his eyes. He smiled then, dimples showing and there was more than love in the bond but a feeling of joy so strong he couldn’t help but smile with him.
“Welcome home, little one.”
He closed his eyes at those words and Coltran shifted, reminding him of what they were supposed to be doing. He pulled his hips back slowly, eliciting a moan from Coltran before he thrust back. Neither of them were going to last long, but he didn’t think they were supposed to. What was between them was more than just this act of pleasure, and the joining of bodies just deepened the joining of their souls.
When his pleasure finally ripped through him, the bond carried both of them, Dalen releasing his seed inside Coltran’s body and Coltran painting their stomachs white with his release.
It took some time before he was able to think enough to pull away from his lover, to wrap him in his arms and hold him there. They were eye to eye and Coltran’s smile was soft and content.
Dalen had held back the words for far too long and as he raised shaking fingers to caress his lover’s face, he finally spoke them. “I love you, Coltran.”
Coltran’s eyes softened and he pulled Dalen closer, burying his head in his neck. He felt his lips moving against his skin and let out his own smile at the words returned.
“I love you, Dalen.”
**
The morning sun was still mostly hidden, painting the valley in shades of orange as Dalen moved to the garden. Coltran was at his side, as he had been every morning he’d gone to the gardens. It was the way they’d started the day for years, this communion with the world and even when they’d been away, it had always been in their hearts. Now though, being there for himself again, he could barely keep the emotions at bay.
Coltran stepped up behind him, pressing a kiss into the fabric over his shoulder and it grounded him enough that Dalen could step up to the stone marker, kissing it softly before he moved to stone circle, kneeling in honor. Coltran was beside him a moment later, the bond showing his own need to clear his emotions.
Neither had slept much, unable to stop touching once they’d finally crossed the gap between them. He’d taken Coltran again that night and he’d been taken in return that morning. He’d never known what it would be like but he’d felt alive with Coltran inside him. Even now he wanted nothing more from the day than to take him back to bed and let him touch and kiss every inch as he had promised. He felt a hand press against his thigh and realized he was pushing that along the bond. He smiled over at Coltran and Coltran just laughed. “What am I to do with you, little one?”
“The things you promised,” Dalen suggested.
Coltran threw his head back and laughed and it was truly unguarded. It was just them again, back where they belonged.
“Chantree will be here soon, with the others,” Coltran said as he stopped laughing. “She might be appalled at the things I have planned to do to her young gentleman. It might be best to wait until they take their leave.”
“So long as you don’t forget,” Dalen said with a grin.
Coltran let out a deep breath and there was something more serious to the set of his shoulders. “It’s a different world now, Dalen,” he said softly. “Soon there will be no more horde to hunt. What will you do when you get bored with an old Karrem soldier?”
Dalen laughed softly. “Take him rock diving. Or see the rest of the world. Or maybe teach the village boys to point a sword in the right direction. I don’t know, but I look forward to figuring it out.”
“Your friends, my friends, we will all have to find a way to live without this war.”
“I can do without the war,” Dalen confessed.
“Can you? Can you forget the rush of battle and the feel of victory? Can you forget the blood and pain and learn to live a life that doesn’t make you feel in such extreme?”
Dalen took Coltran’s hand and placed it against his heart. “We are the Fallen. We can do anything we choose. But it was not the rush of battle that made my heart race, nor was it the extreme of the fight that gave me life. Everything I have experienced grows dim in the light of our bond. I am Fallen by choice this time, for you.”
“Yes,” Coltran said, his hand pulling Dalen’s other hand to rest over his heart in mirror. “Yes, we chose it this time, to bond, to fight to be together.”
Together, bonded and loved, souls entwined, they agreed. “We are the Fallen.”