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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 2, Recovery.
Cuz you're filthy (filthy)
Oooh, and I'm gorgeous (gorgeous)
Cuz you're filthy (filthy)
Oooh, and I'm gorgeous (gorgeous)
-Filthy Gorgeous, Scissor Sisters.
Raistlin woke up lying on his side with his face pressed into the dew-wet grass. His head felt only slightly groggy, it was still aching but much to the young mage's relief it felt clear of the fog that had filled it the night before.
Unfortunantly, this just meant that all the other various pains racking his body had a chance to make themselves heard. His wrists and legs ached in only the way burns can, despite the balm that had been spread on the night before. Raistlin forced his sleep-clogged eyes open and saw that the flesh had blistered; raw, red and angry.
He closed his eyes again.
His back hurt from where he'd hit the ground after falling off the pyre, the throbbing in his skull was showing no signs of abating, and what was probebly a tree root was digging into his side. He really had felt better.
It was cold too; the post-dawn chill dug through the blanket he was lying on and froze his bones, Raistlin shivered and huddled back against the familiar warmth of Dalamar's body.
The Dark elf seemed to be still fast still asleep; lying on his side pressed up against Raistlin, chest to back. His arms were wrapped around the younger mage's waist and his breathing tickled the back of Raistlin's neck.
Raistlin pressed up closer, feeling Dalamar's body heat warm him. It didn't take long for him to feel much better, it also didn't take long for him to realise he wasn't the only one naked.
He felt the first whispers of arousal knot up his stomach and swallowed. His skin tingled from the contact. Slowly so as not to wake his lover, Raistlin stretched, increasing the contact and sliding skin against skin. A heat of an entirely different sort started between his legs.
The young mage felt the grip around his waist tighten and a lingering kiss was pressed against the nape of his neck.
So, Dalamar was not that deeply asleep.
"How are you feeling?" Dalamar's voice was thick with sleep.
Raistlin sighed softly, twisting his head around and licking a broad stripe across the Dark elf's face.
Dalamar lifted an eyebrow, "You astound me," the growl sent shivers down Raistlin's spine, "I've have thought you- ahh..." Dalamar groaned as the human mage pressed back more insistantly. "That you would..." Again Raistlin bucked against him and Dalamar fell silent, "that...Oh to the Abyss with it!" Dalamar gave up trying to say anything and just grabbed a handful of Raistlin's hair and kissed him fiercely.
Raistlin fought down the urge to smile and kissed back, moulding his mouth against the Dark elf's and sliding his tongue into Dalamar's mouth. It took a lot to render his lover speechless.
The younger mage broke the kiss and shifted over until he was face to face with Dalamar. Raistlin quickly leant down and pressed his lips against his lover's, arching his body to let Dalamar feel exactly how much he wanted this. No good letting him keep any doubts, after all.
Raistlin swallowed Dalamar's moan of pleasure, smiling against his mouth as he felt the answering heat pressed against his thigh. The Dark elf's fingers slid down his flanks and dug into his side, grabbing hold and grinding their hips together.
This time it was Raistlin's turn to groan at the delicious friction, sparks flickering in front of his eyes.
Dalamar released his grip on Raistlin's hip bones and caught hold of his knees, dragging the young mage onto his back and pulling his legs up and apart. The Dark elf kneeled down and rested Raistlin's ankles on his shoulders.
Raistlin let his head drop back and closed his eyes, waiting for Dalamar to get himself settled above him. His lips twitched into a smile as he felt Dalamar's slender hand brush against his backside, the Dark elf's fingers were slick and Raistlin doubted Lemuel had meant his ointment to be used for this!
Another sigh, Raistlin forced himself to relax as Dalamar pressed first one finger inside him, then two. The sigh shifted into a groan as the Dark elf caught hold of his erection and started to tease the over-sensitive skin.
Dalamar pulled him fingers out and Raistlin, knowing very well what would come next, tried to relax. He knew how painful this could be.
It was easier this time, his muscles still were loosened by sleep and Dalamar had been careful, sliding inside him with only the slightest pangs of discomfort. Raistlin reached up and pulled Dalamar against him, revelling in the warm contact. The Dark elf laughed huskily and his hands slid down to catch hold of Raistlin's hips.
Once again, Raistlin knew what was coming next, only this time he was thoroughly looking forward to it. He grinned.
Dalamar countered that with a very evil smile of his own, before jerking forward and burying himself inside the younger mage.
Raistlin closed his eyes and bit his lip in an effort not to cry out as sparks exploded in front of his eyes, all too aware that there were quite a lot of people within earshot. But oh sweet deities it felt so fantastic.
A hand lifted his head up and Dalamar leant over to kiss him, their lips slipping over the other's as his lover continued thrusting inside him. Dalamar swallowed the moan that slipped past Raistlin's clenched teeth and ran his tongue over the mage's face and neck.
It was too much, and it felt far too good. Raistlin choked out a low cry and his body jerked up, grinding against Dalamar's, before he finally lost control and exploded all over the Dark elf's stomach.
He collapsed bonelessly, his sigh of pleasure twisting into a low groan as Dalamar too reached his limit and arched against him, gasping as he came, blazing through Raistlin's body.
Then he too slumped down and Raistlin found himself pinned to the ground by a very warm, very saitisfied and above all rather heavy Dark elf.
Oh well.
Raistlin wrapped his arms around Dalamar and snuggled in again, feeling a chuckling breath tickle his ear as his lover laughed softly, "Warm enough now, Raistlin Majere?" he said huskily, the lingering traces of a Silvanesti accent turning his name into something so beautiful it was barely recognisable.
Oh yes, he was more than warm enough now, thank you very much. Raistlin smiled, and closed his eyes.

Skull Bearer.
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