A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Acceptance

After that day. After that kiss. Everything changed. Lincoln, now felt for Valkyrie in a way no female had ever satisfied him. He loved the warrior beyond words though he didn't let it show in the slightest bit. He couldn't, his job wouldn't allow it. Love was weakness.

Lincoln was kneeling next to Valkyrie before the king. The warrior's to die for scent teasing his nose. He smelt like the forest--wild and free. How Lincoln loved that smell. The warrior's long luscious auburn hair was pulled back into a half pony tail making him look fierce yet like a god.

The king paid the massive man no attention. "I have an assignment for you, if you are ready Lincoln."

"My lord, that is up to Valkyrie to decide, especially if this man is anything as threatening as I have been told about." King Katarin fixed his attention on the warrior now, his gaze growing more bored and disinterested.

"I would like a few more days to finalize and prep a plan with him, my lord." The blue eyed warrior paused, "Do you have any information on his last whereabouts?"

"I'll have a general of mind give you some information before you leave." Katarin replied, prowling to the far edge of the room, and telling a servant something.

******

Valkyrie came home with Lincoln that day. He was silent, moody perhaps. The warrior didn't like how dangerous their target was becoming, and even though Lincoln was far more than able to now face him...the warrior didn't want his mate anywhere near the man--especially when he was cycling.

His delicate hearing, could hear his mate's stomach churning. Lincoln had no idea the gift he possessed, and Valkyrie didn't want to tell him, though he really wanted to advance things. Lincoln probably wouldn't even believe him anyway. That he could have a baby if he wanted to.

So Valkyrie was extra silent, as he brooded. He wanted a baby, but Lincoln more than likely wouldn't. The man was proud of his toned body, his fitness level, and his muscular stomach. The smaller man with his adorable curly hair probably had no other indications that he could bare children other than the fact he got cramps a few days out of every month. And even if he didn't freak out at his ability, and didn't hate kids...Lincoln was a young adult in his mid twentys with a dream job. What would a trained killer want with a baby?

"I don't want you going on that mission..." Valkyrie finally whimpered, meeting Lincoln's friendly adorable gaze.

"And why is that?" Though his brown eyes darkened in slight anger, the warrior knew that Lincoln knew why Valkyrie didn't want him killing the tyrant.

"I don't want you getting hurt." Lincoln huffed at the warrior's reply. So the warrior studied him. Even if Lincoln tired so very hard to hide the fact he loved Valkryie, the warrior could see it as clear as day. The way those brown eyes would study him, when he didn't think Valkyrie was watching. The way Lincoln had even taken a tone of delicacy on swearing, and even when they fought. He knew Lincoln loved him back.

"Lincoln...I need to know something. I need to hear it."

"What?"

"Do you love me?" Valkyrie asked bluntly, and the smaller man stopped in the middle of the clean wooden floor. He was silent for a long time.

At last he turned to face the warrior, "I do," he said softly, then turned back and headed to the kitchen to emerge with some wine--expensive wine too. "So...for now, as you want to keep me safe, keep me busy another day. Let us drink. Let us get drunk," he paused with a wide smirk, "And let us have some fun, before we are sent to face a death inflictor like ourselves."

*****

Wine did wonder's for the smaller man. It opened him up, let him talk more and not be so tight and to himself. They sat on the floor in Lincoln's bedroom now, rather intoxicated. Lincoln had far more than just one bottle of wine stashed away.

Valkyrie was leaning heavily on the smaller man, and kissed his cheek. Lincoln giggled in the most dramatic way before flopping back. "Valkyrie...." he slurred.

"Yeah?"

"Would you promise to do something for me?"

"Sure. I promise what is it?"

"Will you take me, before we face this tyrant?" His face was blank, and it wasn't the alcohol talking. Valkyrie swung his leg over the smaller man, and sat on his stomach, putting his hands on Lincoln's shoulders before leaning down and kissing him.

"I can right now, if you want." Valkyrie replied, then wanted to kill himself. Lincoln could get pregnant if they did it now!

"I was hoping you'd say that," Lincoln purred back, tracing Valkyrie's face with his finger, as his other slid down the warrior's muscled back.

For whatever reason, the way the smaller man had purred seductively, for the first time ever just made Valkyrie not care. He scooped up the Bounty Hunter and laid him on the bed. They kissed and flirted and dragged off each other's cloths.

The warrior, hard and ready to get intimate, felt bad when he made his mate scream in pain. Valkyrie had never had sex before with a male, he didn't know the tricks or how to make it less painful, on a male who had equal lack of experience.

He was still, fighting himself not to thrust, until Lincoln moaned and shifted himself. "Never...never has sex been this good before...before it has even gotten serious," he groaned, kissing the warrior.

Valkyrie sneered back, and pushed himself further into Lincoln. He liked the tightness, like the feeling of Lincoln's body. The smaller man was perfect. Just the right amount of strength and feistiness, yet the perfect amount of petite and softness.

"You keep at this pace," Lincoln grunted, "And I'm going to do round two on you, show you how it's done."

Valkyrie gave a throaty laugh, and purred back, "So you want me to go harder, to make you moan?"

Lincoln wasn't able to reply as he moaned and arched his back, then grabbed the headboard, his legs gaped to allow the warrior to speed up, and thrust harder. By now Valkyrie had completely forgotten the fact about Lincoln ovulating as he began to climax, and then released inside the smaller man without any protection what-so-ever.

Lincoln didn't scream in protest, didn't cry out, just slapped Valkyrie's bottom with a laughed shoving his hips forward to deepen their connection. "I'm kind of feeling a round two, you big brute, maybe a round three, and I get to feel you out then."

"Oh, I'd bet you'd like that, but your going to have to earn it," Valkyrie purred back, not at all wanting to be mated on.

"Oh....I bet you I can figure out a way..." the Bounty Hunter laughed softly, making the warrior's insides churn and heat up. For never showing his feelings the Bounty Hunter was quite the piece of work in a bed.