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Ice and Steel	By : Skullbearer Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 3083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Interlude 3, Possessive
It's hot as hell, honey in this room
Sure hope the weather will break soon
The air is heavy, heavy as a truck
We need the rain to wash away our bad luck
-Electric Storm, U2
Dalamar gets more a touch possessive, Caramon gets traumatized, a chair gets a beating and Raistlin gets laid. An unabashed PWP.
------------------------------Dalamar's POV-------------------------------------
It's still quite early and there really isn't any reason to rush things, Raistlin has no pressing matters on his mind; schooling's over for the summer and no patients have come calling and I'm not expected by my present employer until well past midday.
Plenty of time then.
We've just finished having breakfast and are both in the kitchen, Raistlin's finishing clearing the table and I meant to browse through my books.
Meant to.
He really is very pretty, I think, letting my eyes rake over him for the third time. If he wasn't so sarcastic he'd have been taken a long time ago, but if he wasn't so sarcastic then he wouldn't be Raistlin Majere then would he?
He's not paying any attention to me, at least for the moment. He dries the last dish and puts it up with the rest of the crockery, still lost in his own thoughts.
Really, he is far more attractive than most give him credit for. Take his hair for instance; auburn red and very, very soft, it's no coincidence I take every opportunity to touch it and to the Abyss with the excuses.
And his hands, I've never seen hands like those before, even elven hands appear clumsy in comparison. Very delicate, much like the rest of him, long fine fingers. Very skilled hands.
I force my thoughts away from that pitfall before I lose control and drag him back into bed.
For the moment I'm content just to look at him and admire. He's still got his back to me as he washes out the cups we just used and I give him another once-over.
He's very thin, too thin if you like muscular types as most of the women here seem to, but I enjoy it. It's not often I meet someone with even less flesh on their bones than myself, it makes for a pleasent change. It feels very nice just to hold him, all edges and smooth skin.
Not that there's much skin to be seen with those white robes which cover him from neck to ankle; but it doesn't matters very much. I can imagine all too well what's under them, having peeled them off on more than a few occasions.
Again I derail that train of thought and lick suddenly dry lips.
Raistlin's finished washing up but is still standing with his back to me, I wonder if he can feel my eyes on him. Probably. I've looked at nothing else for the past ten minutes.
Finally he turns around, smiling when he meets my eyes and realizes just how aroused I am. He smiles so very rarely, but then if I had to put up with all that he does, I wouldn't smile much either. Nevertheless, it's another aspect I find so very, very attractive about him.
I swallow as his eyes run over me in exactly the same way as I've been looking at him. His eyes... well, if there was one thing that reflected Raistlin Majere, it would be his eyes. Blue as winter skies and about as warm; clever, cunning eyes, as sharp and piercing as needles.
Windows to the soul indeed.
But just sometimes, sometimes they melt, and for the sake of not sounding cliche'd, I wouldn't say how loved I feel when he looks at me then, but it's true all the same.
I can say, however, that every time that happens I want to pin him down and make love to him until neither of us can walk.
I clench my hands, then give up on any pretence of control and grin at him, beckoning him to come over.
Raistlin smiles and walks up to where I'm sitting, then he straddles my thighs and sits down in my lap. I don't have time to speak before he covers my mouth with his own and we're kissing, all teeth and tongues. His oh-so clever hands are wound about my neck and mine are rubbing at his legs through the soft fabric of his robes.
I dig my fingers into his waist and pull his hips up against mine, Raistlin growls and leans his head back to breath. I take the opportunity to ravage his exposed neck, he was begging for it really and his skin is so very soft there.
It's then, while I'm sucking a red love-bite on his throat and his hands are untying the fastenings of my robes that the door quietly opens. I curse silently, have these idiots ever heard of knocking?
Raistlin's still oblivious to this, bucking against me in the most enticing fashion which make me loath to let go of him.
When I see that the visitor is none other than Caramon, twin brother to that most delectable creature sitting in my lap, a very nasty idea flickers in my mind. Ignoring the shocked young man in the doorway, I tip my head forward and lick my way from the base of Raistlin's throat to the underside of his chin.
Another groan and he presses against me insistently, hands slipping from where they'd been making a spirited attempt to remove the sash around my waist.
My own hands spider down Raistlin's sides to hitch up the skirt of his robes, sliding under the hem before tracking back up, scratching and caressing his legs at every opportunity.
Mine.
Between Raistlin's exertions, my own ministrations and the very arousing knowledge that we had an audience, I was achingly hard and longing for more.
I left off gnawing at Raistlin's neck and buried my nose in his soft robes, catching Caramon's horrified gaze with my own. I lifted my head up so he could see my smile, and reached up just a little higher with my hands. Hmm, guess who isn't wearing anything under their robes?
Raistlin choked out the most arousing sound I have ever heard, half gasp, half moan when I touched him. I dropped my head down and bit down on the spot where shoulder met neck. I must have bitten a bit too hard because I tasted the metallic edge of blood in my mouth, still, judging by the noises Raistlin was making he wasn't all that bothered.
Mine.
I licked clean the bite mark I'd made and captured his lips instead, feeling him buck against my hands and gasp into my mouth.
Mine!
The hands I'd been admiring were trembling now, but no less deft. He'd made short work of my sash and had undone the fastenings of my robes as far as they went.
Now they went to work on my aching flesh and it was my turn to gasp and groan under their ministrations. So very skilled, those hands. Crushing delicious pain one moment and brushing feather-light touches the next.
My head dropped over the edge of the chair back and my neck got more than it's share of love marks from Raistlin's teeth.
Yours, happily.
I lifted my head, half drunk on sheer lust, just in time to see our voyeur regain his senses, decide he'd seen more than enough and flee the room.
The door slammed shut and I caught Raistlin's eyes. He grinned, clearly he hadn't been as oblivious to his brother's presence as I had thought. He gave me an entirely wicked look and dug his nails into my most tender flesh.
I admit I screamed, it was pleasure-pain to the extreme. I was all too ready to let go of what little control I had left, but not now, not yet. I wanted to be inside my sweet tormentor for that.
I release him, much to his distress and bat his all-too-clever hands away. I lift myself up the slightest amount and tug my robes down a few inches, just enough to bare my arousal.
My robes are open all the way and dragged down past my shoulders, my hands lost in their sleeves. To look so disheveled and to have Raistlin still fully dressed in my lap is more erotic than I'd previously thought. Sweet deities, how will I ever be able to see him wearing these robes without wanting him so badly I ache?
I pull my hands free of the sleeves and pull him in for another delicious kiss before edging down inside the chair until I'm almost sliding off it. I lift one hand to Raistlin's thin lips and he lathers my fingers with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth one at a time.
I bit my lip, holding on to the edges of control as I slicked my erection, sweet deities this was delicious.
I looked up and caught sight of Raistlin's grin as he understood what I was planning. He hitched up his robes around his waist, then first slid forward a little before leaning backwards.
And dear Nuitari I just wanted to take hold of his hips and pull him down to end the torture. I didn't of course, pain was not on the agenda today and sometimes the promise can be every bit as good as the fulfillment.
I'd grabbed hold of his thighs at some point and my nails were starting to dig in, it must have hurt but I couldn't seem to relax my grip, in fact I only held on harder as I slid inside him.
Raistlin threw his head back then, a groaning cry ripping free from his throat as he drove down, hot and tight and oh sweet Nuitari...
He let go of his robes in favor of brushing on hand over my chest, playing teasingly with my nipples, savoring the feeling until it became too much to bear.
The soft white fabric tickled my skin delightfully; making love pretty much fully dressed was one kink I hadn't though of, but by the Gods it was a good one.
I bucked up under Raistlin, driving inside him, before reaching back under his robes and stroking him in time to my thrusts.
He took hold of my shoulders, riding me hard as we slid again to the razor edge of control, then stopping to pull back, again, then again, and again.
Finally neither of us could take any more, the feeling was intense beyond belief but even the highest pleasure can become pain eventually. We brushed the edge again but this time we didn't pull back but plunged in headlong. I screamed for a second time and Raistlin joined me, burning hot in my hand as I exploded inside him.
I nearly slipped all the way out of the chair, and had Raistlin not been slumped down on top of me I think I would have. Instead I lay there, legs spread open and my head resting against the back of the badly-mistreated chair. I felt wrung out, skin incredibly sensitive and buzzing at the slightest touch.
Raistlin was stroking my face with those amazing hands of him, smiling the most gentle smile I'd ever seen.
His eyes were dark with pleasure, blue as summer skies.

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