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Ice and Steel	By : Skullbearer Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 3083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the book(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'R'. You have been duly warned.
It is also unconnected to the main story so if you don't like reading about a human and an elf getting hot and sweaty please go elsewhere.
Eh, 'tis fluffy, smutty and not at all Skull Bearer-like, this pairing tends to do that to me.
If I owned this, 'Legends' would not be rated for kids and I would be getting hate mail from Fred Phelps and all those other morons.
Dedicated to the GodHatesHomophobes site for great comics and even better humour and Minotaur, without whose sex tips this would have been impossible.
Ice and Steel
Interlude- Smut
A friend in need's a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better,
A friend with breast and all the rest,
A friend who's dressed in leather,
-Placebo, Pure Morning.
Dalamar was laughing.
The two of them had really drunk too much, Raistlin thought muzzily, tripping over a chair. Dalamar was hanging on to him and kissing him clumsily, while Raistlin was fumbling with the elf's clothing, stripping it off him with hands gone numb from too much alcohol.
"Is Caramon here?" Dalamar had wrapped an arm around his neck and had spoken in a slurred faux-whisper.
"Who cares?" Raistlin sounded no better, leaning forward to crush his lips against the Dark elf's and nearly falling over.
They somehow got to their bedroom, having lost the majority- or in Dalamar's case, all- of their clothing along the way. Dalamar dropped back onto the bed, still laughing in the insane way one does when one is nearly stupefied with alcohol.
Raistlin collapsed next to him, pulling off his underclothes before rolling on top of the naked elf.
Hands wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling his head back, Dalamar's teeth biting into the soft skin of his throat.
Growls and moans of pleasure as they ground their hips together, teeth clashing as their mouths met and were ravaged by the other.
Raistlin's soft, drunken chuckle turned into a groan as Dalamar wrapped his legs around his waist and rocked against him.
Oh yes this felt good.
Heat grinding against heat, Dalamar's hair was damp with sweat as Raistlin ran his fingers through it, roughly kissing the elf's face; nipping and biting at a pointed ear.
Dalamar's chest shook as he laughed again, before twisting around to first bite the human's neck then suck hard, leaving a mark that would be visible for several days.
Raistlin sighed then reluctantly pulled away from that hot mouth and the pleasure-pain it was inflicting. He sat up, still astride Dalamar and reached over to the nightstand by their bed.
Hands which were unable to reach his back gripped his thighs, clenching on muscle and bone for support.
Sitting back on Dalamar's waist, Raistlin took one of Dalamar's hands off his thigh and uncapped the vial of oil he was holding, poured some of it's contents into the elf's hand. Then he slid back until he was resting against the backboard of the bed.
Dalamar grinned, and sat up and moved over to sit in front of Raistlin. He ghosted his dry hand over Raistlin's face, and then kissed him with all the gentleness of their previous kisses- none.
His other hand was doing incredibly effective things further down, fondling and preparing.
Danger of asphyxiation drove Raistlin to break the kiss, gasping for air, eyes closed to better focus on the sensations Dalamar was eliciting from him.
"Ah-ha...Stop." Raistlin gasped, if Dalamar continued he was going to come, and he didn't want that...at least not yet.
Another warm kiss, though shorter that the last one. "As you wish." Dalamar's voice was thick with his own arousal.
The Dark elf braced himself, hands on Raistlin's shoulders, sitting up, his legs around the human's, leaning back and lowering himself, groaning as tight muscle stretched under the intrusion.
Raistlin sighed; head leant back against the backboard, wanting to relish the incredible feeling for as long as possible.
Dalamar, however, had other ideas. His legs clenched around Raistlin's waist, hands cluching at his hair, yanking hard."Gods damn you Raistlin Majere, move!" The words were a barely distinguishable growl of desire.
"As you wish." Even Raistlin's usually controlled voice was strained. He pushed Dalamar back onto the bed and bent over him, starting to thrust inside him.
The Dark elf gave an incoherent moan of pleasure, hands gripping Raistlin's back, nails all but drawing blood.
"Oh yes- harder! I-" Dalamar's voice broke of and he bucked up gasping. In his eyes, sparks flew. "Ah yes! There! Oh yes-" The train of words trailed into an intelligible snarl, body twisting with pleasure.
"Oh yes!"
Oh yes, heat and friction and oh gods this felt so so incredibly good oh yes yes Dalamar this is wonderful you feel so good-
Raistlin thrust in one final time, burying himself up to the hilt in the Dark elf's flesh, then he came hard inside him, body jerking against Dalamar's. Judging by the howl and motion, Dalamar had reached completion too.
Raistlin gasped, his head was lying on Dalamar's sweat-soaked chest and he was trying to get his breathing back to normal. One of Dalamar's hands was still tangled in his hair, he too appeared to be winded.
Arms wrapped around his neck and held him close. Raistlin jerked in pain as Dalamar ran a hand down his back.
"Ak, that hurt." His voice sounded odd even by his own ears.
"Sorry, I must have scratched you quite badly." Well, he wasn't the only one sounding strange.
He slid off Dalamar and curled up on his side around the Dark elf. Dalamar reached over and pressed a kiss against his temple, then his forehead, then his cheek and finally his lips.
"Lovely." He murmured.
"Wasn't it just?" Raistlin smirked.
"You."
"Yes, and you."
"Sleep well, Raistlin."
"And you."
It was only when Dalamar was asleep and he himself was drifting off, that it occurred to Raistlin that his brother, who he now remembered was off meeting Tanis Half-Elven, would think when he saw the clothes he and Dalamar had left strewn hap-hazardly about the house.
Smiling, Raistlin turned over and nuzzled Dalamar's black hair. That, he told himself, was a matter for tomorrow.

Skull Bearer.
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