Spearing the Dragon

FOURTEEN

The sound of the chime made Alvaen set his dinner aside, which he'd been picking at for the last half an hour. He looked at the door with resignation, wondering when he'd gotten so weak. He went to it and it slid open. The look of guilt in his chancellor's eyes filled him with anger and frustration.
"How could you? You know how sacred vows are to our people..." He frowned, distracted from his tirade before he gave him a chiding look. "I'm surprised you're still walking."
"May I come in, please?"
Alvaen's face heated at his audacity, turning away from the doorway in a fit of temper, ready to lay into his beloved the second the door closed. When he turned around, he sat on his bed, looking as though he'd seen his entire family massacred in front of his eyes.
"How is it I have managed to hurt the only two people in the universe I give a damn about?" When he looked up at him, his wet blue eyes punched Alvaen in the gut, since he wasn't sure hours under Terynzia's whip could bring him to tears. He scolded himself as he walked up to him, lifting a finger to the corner of his eye.
"Come with me," he whispered, walking into the receiving room. He went to the liquor cabinet, not surprised he sat on the couch behind him. Loridian took the glass but didn't drink from it. Alvaen sat next to him, closer than he knew was wise, folding his leg underneath him.
"She's never struck me, in all these years."
"Because you broke your vows?"
"Because I said I was sorry." He looked down at the contents of the glass, Alvaen's gaze gentling.
"Was that the first time you'd said the words?"
Loridian grunted as he lifted the glass to his lips. Alvaen sat beside him quietly, as he had done on many occasions when his chancellor friend had been frustrated about something. After he drank half the glass, Alvaen rose to his feet.
"Come."
He went into the refreshment room and started the shower, turning to see him standing behind him, glass still in hand.
"I'll take that," he said, taking the glass, looking up. He saw the request in his eyes but he had the decency not to speak it out loud, walking past him to undress. Alvaen left the refreshment room, sitting on his bed with the glass, just holding it for several minutes before he set it on the table beside his bed. Loridian emerged a few minutes later, in one of his robes, uncertain why the sight of him in it went straight to his groin, tonight of all nights. Loridian sat beside him, Alvaen standing.
"Lay on the bed."
Loridian rested his head on the pillow he never used while Alvaen untied his robe. Loridian stared at him but didn't say a word as he proceeded to pleasure him. His silence quickly became replaced by moans that filled his bedroom, his chancellor's hands tightening on the blanket on either side of him. When he finished him, Loridian lay there, his breathing ragged when Alvaen went on top, kissing him with unplanned passion. Loridian's hands slipped inside his hair, Alvaen's desire only interrupted when he realized his hands were trembling.
Alvaen leaned back and rolled him over, stripping off both their robes, hooking his arms underneath his armpits, kissing his neck before making love to him in a gentler fashion than on the planet. He rode him in a nearly comforting rhythm, his panting breaths the only sound. Alvaen sat up and brought him close to his chest, wrapping his legs around his waist, his chancellor's moans filling his heart with perfection as he kissed his throat.
Loridian's hands gripped his knees before Alvaen felt him release, his legs tightening around him as he orgasmed with a moan. Loridian moved off him only to turn around, kissing him with sweet passion, wrapping a tight arm around him. His hands found his slender legs, wrapping them around him again, and Alvaen let himself cling to him, his chancellor's hands on his buttocks as they moved against one another. They kissed with sultry heat, Alvaen's arms around his neck, pressing his body harder against him.
They slowed, Loridian's head on his shoulder. It took a few moments for him to realize his chancellor had dropped off. Alvaen kissed the top of his head, his hold on him just as tight as when he was awake. He brushed his lips over his silky black hair the way he'd been longing to do for over three centuries, never imagining impossible stars would align where he would be lying in his arms.
He held him tighter when Loridian rested his head on his chest, Alvaen's touch tender as he brushed his hair from his forehead, resting his nose against his head, taking in his scent, his lips as soft as feathers against his temple so as not to wake him. He opened his heart then as he'd never done in the past, but if he were honest with himself, this elf had opened it centuries ago.