Elder Scrolls Drabble

Mission: Remove Helmet

A Teldryn/OC dragonborn fic
So this one's kind of short but I promise I'll write more! :p
WARNING: This is m/m not intense but if it sickens you like it does my brothers then don't read. But stay around and I'll make it up to you.
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His heart beat sounded throughout his body vigorously, pumping his life blood to each limb as in attempt to stay his excitement. His legs were bent, his bottom almost touching the ground, in a squat position as the dragonborn silently approached his target.
Quickly flicking his wrist, a muffle spell encased his body, silencing the clinking of his steel boots as he pulled out his dagger. The usual metallic sound of metal on metal from the dagger's scabbard was shrouded by the power of the spell, allowing the dragonborn to approach silently.
His eyes were set on the table. One step after another the gap was closed. Readying himself, Saldus lifted his dagger, aiming directly over the target, and in one swift movement, he brought the dagger down.
"A perfect slice!" Saldus stood up out of his crouch and brushed off his chef apron, staring at the perfectly even cut sweetroll before him. Picking up one portion of the sticky sweet piece of goodness, the altmer handed it to the man sitting across the table.
Teldryn Sero sat emotionless with his arms crossed over his chest. The two semi-transparent white orbs from his chitin helmet stared at the piece of pastry being pushed at him as if it were something poisonous, but of course, Saldus couldn't be sure of that. The man never took that scary looking helmet off no matter what, so his emotions were usually determined from his body language, but that too was just like the helmet. Unreadable. It made Saldus curious as to why he wore the helmet. Is he severely injured and feels he has to cover his face? A battle scar maybe? Or did Teldryn just think himself hideous?
Lost in his thoughts, Saldus had not noticed that Teldryn had taken the pastry and realized that he still had his hand reached out toward the mercenary.
"What? Why are you staring at me like that? Did ya catch somthin'?" Teldryn's thick morrowind accent snapped Saldus out of his daze. Quickly he snatched his hand back, causing his cheeks and the tips of his ears to burn bright red.
"N-no I'm fine, Teldryn. Sorry." Saldus looked down at his hands in his lap, rubbing at the hem of his apron. He could feel the intense gaze of his follower burn on his skin, rising his already high temperature.
"You sure you haven't caught somthin'? You're all flustered and you're red all over." Saldus looked up at Teldryn surprised. He wasn't blushing that hard was he?
Damn, Saldus thought, how long can I keep doing this?
It had been a while now, but over time, the dragonborn had slowly and hopelessly fallen for the dunmer. Saldus knew that his crush was a bit childish and he knew that it was wrong and socially unacceptable, but no matter how hard he tried, his feeling just would not change. It was quite hard hiding his feelings from Teldryn, seeing as the dunmer saw through all of Saldus's facades. But even if he executed his false smiles perfectly, his heart always felt like it was being squeezed, his body burned, and he felt breathless, so eventually, he always slipped up around the other elf.
"No, Teldryn. I'm fine." Saldus choked out.
"If you say so, boss." And with that, Teldryn lifted his hands to his face and pulled off the mysterious looking helmet, a smile gracing his lips. Saldus's was dazed. All of those silly things that he had thought to be the reason for him wearing the helmet were wrong. Teldryn did not have a horrible injury nor a battle scar. And he most certainly was not, in any way, hideous.
"T-teldryn..." Saldus breathed.
"Yeah, I know." Teldryn lifted himself out of his chair and reached across the table to take hold of Saldus's tunic. Pulling him closer and closing the distance between him, Teldryn captured the altmer's lips with his own. Saldus's heart beat rapidly in his chest, feeling a bit insecure as the dunmer pulled him even farther onto the table until he was sitting a top the wood on his haunches. Saldus felt Teldryn's gloved hand wipe away his white-blonde hair and tuck it behind his elven ear. A bit embarrassed, Saldus grabbed the bottom of his own shirt tightly, feeling his entire body heat up like fire.
Wrapped up in their half assed love making, neither one of them heard the front door click open.
"Ummmm....my Thane?" Saldus pushed Teldryn away and looked back and forth between Lydia and Teldryn.
"T-this is uhh....not what it looks like?..." He mumbled as he looked down at the ground, his face, if possible, turning a deeper shade of red.
"Um, yeah...my thane." Lydia said and walked away to retire to her quarters. Saldus watched her go, staring at the empty space where she had been, only removing his eyes when Teldryn began to laugh wholeheartedly beneath him. It was then that Saldus realized that he was straddling Teldryn's hips, and then began laughing himself.
"Oh by Azura what a night this has been."