Spearing the Dragon

FIFTEEN

Terynzia turned away from her control table as they walked onto her operations deck, her expression giving away nothing.
"Took you love birds long enough," she muttered, flicking a remote without looking in that direction, an image appearing on the viewscreen.
"We were sleeping," Alvaen said under his breath.
"You were right," she said, ignoring him if she'd heard him. "It's not even our fucking vessel."
"A trap then?" Loridian asked. Terynzia gave Alvaen an aggravated look and he raised his hands in surrender.
"It would appear so."
"That's why we went in the transport vessel, right?" Alvaen asked, once again earning her death glare but he just gave her a tolerant look for her performance issues.
"It shot us down the moment we came out of hyperspace," Loridian surmised. "I'm guessing we're far enough away not to trigger their defense system."
"I've never seen this vessel before, that's our problem," Terynzia snapped. "It doesn't appear in our database. It doesn't belong to the nine realms."
"Interesting," Alvaen said quietly. "Is this undeniable proof there is life outside Yggdrasil?"
She gave him a dark look. "Don't get excited. We don't know anything—"
"We know this vessel is from outside known space, suggesting there is alien life—"
"Don't be naive," she snapped, Alvaen appearing indifferent to her passion, as usual, but Loridian wondered if he truly was.
"What's our next move?"
His mate gave him a determined look and he nearly groaned.
"I need to find out where that vessel is from."
"Now?" Alvaen countered, earning her fiery look. "We're in the middle of a war—"
"I need to assess the level of threat, Galdemort, sooner rather than later."
"Perhaps we might have a word in your office, my lady?" Loridian asked in a level tone. He could see the defiance in her eyes before she even spoke.
"I can't afford to lose time chit chatting with you, Chancellor. I'm sure you and your new favorite can sort it out." She looked away coldly, and Loridian felt the chilly breeze. She barked a command to a waiting technician and Loridian turned and left the operations desk, since she'd made his presence obsolete.

After a quiet walk back to his rooms, which Alvaen couldn't find it in him to be annoyed about, he watched him slide his chancellor's robe from his shoulders.
"Did she hurt your feelings?" he asked, despite how ridiculous the question sounded.
"I just don't have patience for these masks we wear for lower elves and Midgardians. It sounded like she hated my guts and I know for a fact she doesn't..."
Alvaen sat on his bed, facing him.
"You know how she is when she gets into commander mode..."
"I know, I don't know why I'm letting it get to me," he said, running a hand through his hair. He went to the refreshment room, Alvaen's heartstrings tugged on by his slow, lackluster walk when he'd had a pep in his step leaving his rooms less than half an hour ago.

After a shower and wrapping himself in one of Alvaen's robes, he re-entered his bedroom, feeling like a nap at 1000 hours. He slowed his pace when he saw his lover on his side on his bed, a sheet covering him. He put his clothing on a chair, uncertain if they stayed or slid off. He gave him a warm look as he went to the bed, sitting facing him. Alvaen's smiling dark blue eyes lifted ten pounds from his heart.
"I know how to make you feel better."
Loridian grunted. "You certainly do."
In a moment, he'd put him on his back, leaning over him as he brushed his glossy black hair from his eyes. Alvaen didn't reach for him, just gave him those calm dark water eyes he'd always found sultry and mysterious. He brushed his knuckles down his angular jaw.
"Have you had many lovers before me?" he asked in an intimate voice, seeing the surprise in his partner's eyes before they became mysterious once more.
"A few. I've never been of much interest to our people. I've always been more thoughtful than dominant. Plus with my smaller stature..."
Loridian's thumb brushed over his bottom lip, seeing the mystery turn to subtle heat.
"Unique, just like the rest of you," he whispered, watching the rare emotion fill his gaze. He bent down and brushed his lips over his, the mere touch of his mouth enough to pique easy arousal. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget about all the ones who didn't want you, until all you know is my name," he whispered against his mouth, feeling his intake of breath.
Loridian grabbed the sheet and cast it away, taking his head in his hands as he kissed him hungrily. The way his lover pushed his robe from his shoulders only increased his desire. He pushed it off him, running his tongue and mouth down his front until he found his prize, pleasuring him long and slow, his lover's moans music to his ears. By the time he came, Loridian had as well, tasting him at leisure before he turned him over, the movement enough to make him rock hard.
He went on top, his hand taking a fistful of hair as he tasted his neck, gently moving himself against him. His lover moved against him as well, making his arousal painful. His hands found his hips, panting with the effort of keeping his self-control, his body aching for this elf as he wasn't sure it had for anyone else.
The sound of his lover moaning his name got the better of him and he came prematurely, but it didn't matter, it only made the experience that much more erotic. He ground himself against him, his elf's moans soon making him hard again, his hand tight in his hair, bringing his head back, but Alvaen only arched his spine as he rubbed himself against him, a brief moan escaping Loridian.
His grip only got tighter as he rode him slowly, hearing his own panting breaths under the effort of controlling himself. Alvaen shoving his hips closer to him only worsened his disposition. He brought him up against his chest, wrapping an arm around him as his thrusts quickened, his other hand finding his mouth, his thumb slipping between his lips. He wasn't sure who moaned louder as his lover alternated between sucking and biting his thumb, Loridian's moans more like cries for mercy as he pressed his wet thumb against his bottom lip. Alvaen ground against him, his cries taking Loridian to another place entirely.
He came roughly, wondering if he'd broken something, his feisty little elfling ramming himself against him, Loridian's legs tightening around him as they rocked back and forth. Alvaen finally rested heavily against him, the sounds of post-orgasm coming from his throat bringing a growl from Loridian as he bit his neck.
Finally he dismounted and laid back on the bed, unsure he'd get up again, Alvaen laying on top of him, their panting breaths the only sound in the room. In a sudden burst of energy, Loridian turned him over again, not even starting off slow, letting himself go, lost inside their bodies and his oldest friend's moans that filled his heart in a way nothing ever had.