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Werewolf Crap: Daylen/ Amarth

He could hear Daylen growl followed by a startling shove against one the thick sycamores. “Forgive me, Amarth but -- listening to you moan my name at night is driving me to the brink of insanity.” Daylen growled in elf tapered ear, before nipping at its shell. “Tell me now-- can I touch you?” He demanded hotly against Amarth’s ear.

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“What do you mean--disappeared!?” Amarth screeched at the uneasy human standing before him. His scream echoed loudly through the Dalish camp causing it’s occupants to stop and stare.

 “I mean-- he’s pretty sneaky--” Alistair whined, creating a comfortable distance between him and the elf. The warrior shifted uncomfortably as his pink cheeks darkened watching Amarth’s brows furrow.  

 “Sneaky?!” The elf shouted, “He’s blind-- what if--what if a werewolf has him!” Amarth sputtered throwing his arms up, exasperated with his friend.

Biting down on his chewed fingernails, Amarth paced, continuing his anxiety filled rant, “ Marker’s balls Alistair-- I don’t know what I do if he--” He abruptly stopped consciously aware he divulged his secret. He prayed the warrior hadn't caught onto it. Thankfully, Amarth’s slip was lost on Alistair who was still watching his fellow warden pace.

 “Err- Sereda will have my ears for this--I promised her and Joan I’d keep him safe--while they patrolled!” Amarth suddenly felt dizzy , his chest grew tight, he needed to sit. Amarth felt his eyes start to burn, looking up at his fellow warden burying his fingers in his chestnut hair. “Have you seen the dwarf! --- 10 years of military practice!” His voice pitched as his thoughts spun into a crazed turmoil.

He had only been away for a few moments, just long enough to speak to Lanaya about Zathrian’s downfall.  Amarth watched the new keeper’s face twit with sorrow, betrayal and anxiety as he explained the werewolves curse to her. He waited a moment and listened intently to her distress.

 After a few moments and kind words, Lanaya resolved strengthened. She reached up, hope shining through her swollen eyes, and patted him softly on the check. He flinched away from the unwelcome touch and took a polite step back.

 “One of these day, Amarth. You'll find yourself.” She hummed handing him a book of Dalish lullabies. A parting or thank you gift, he was unsure.   He stared at the book, unsure what to do with it-- he didn't desire it--he was no longer dalish.

Perhaps, Daylen may enjoy the book--well,  Amarth could read him the book. He smiled to himself, excited at the prospect of spending more time with human. Watching man’s soft amethyst eyes focus on only him or the hearing the mage’s beautiful baritone laughter.

 However, Amarth dropped the leather bound book to the the dusty forest ground and fearfully stared up at Alistair. Daylen was gone.

 He refused to look away, even as his lips trembled and his shoulders started to  heave with emotion, unwilling to back down. His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears; his hands clenched into shaking fists, As he struggled with a desperate battle against grief.The lone tear traced down his cheek felt hot, stinging his chapped lips. Amarth dug his fingers into his palms watching the ground dampen from the fat salty tears.

 He jumped feeling a light tap on his shoulder. Amarth glanced over at a strange hunter, carefully he rubbed his eyes, “ what do you want?!” He accidentally barked at the stranger.

 The hunter flinched away from the elven warden. Carefully, the elf scratched his auburn hair glancing away from Amarth. “The shemlen, right?” The hunter shifted uncomfortably appearing timid and shy.

 ‘Shemlen’, Amarth heart heart flutter with hope. He stood with haste, grabbing on the hunter’s shoulder, “ yes-tall man, dark hair.” Amarth shook the man, feeling butterflies rustle in his stomach.

 “His went towards the waterfalls--he looked angry-so I stayed away. “ the hunter flushed and quickly retreated from the warden.

 “Thank the --- no, that's just his face” Without a second thought, Amarth ran through the knurled woods, dodging fallen logs and dalish traps. He panicked, afraid Daylen may have fallen into one.

 He hurried along the rushing brook, that fell over little cascades in its haste, not looking at the primroses that glimmered all along its banks. He could hear the loud roar of the falls crashing into the jagged rocks just ahead. He prayed, to whatever omniscience being that would listen, that Daylen would be safe.

 He stopped short of the waterfalls edge resting against an ancient tree truck. He felt the warm sense of relief wash over him, the mage stood a few feet away.

 It took a moment before, Amarth realized the man was naked-- scrubbing his hair under the cool falls. Amarth felt his throat tighten as Daylen dunk his head under water  then come up for air, tossing his thick mane over his shoulder.

 Daylen has slim, muscular frame the matched an almost perfectly symmetrical face. Amarth swallowed watching the water trickle down the man’s chiseled chest, over his dusty nipples and down his taut abdomen before disappearing into his well groomed treasure trail.  

 Amarth felt like he had swallowed a ball of cotton, blood rushed from his head and other parts of his body.  He knew he should turn from the man-- but he couldn't will himself. He felt an uncomfortable throb against his leather breeches. 

 “I can hear you thinking, Amarth ,” Daylen chuckled in his usual his gruff tone. “Or at least your feet moving.” He turned towards the concealed elf and smirking.

 “You!” The elf started angrily, “wandered off--I was worried” Amarth stepped from the shadows, cheeks flushed as he tugged at his ear. Thankful the mage's couldn't see his redden cheeks. He quickly averted his eyes from the mage’s  nude form. “ what if a werewolf--”

 “Werewolf crap, is precisely why I’m here.” Daylen chuckled walking to the edge of the cool pristine water. “ I needed the get it out of my hair-”

 The mage stopped, hearing a muffled sobbed coming from the shoreline. “Amarth?” Daylen reached out desperately trying to find the elf. Daylen felt his panic rise as the elf let out another desperate sob. In haste to reach Amarth, Daylen lost his footing stumbling to the rocky ground with loud thud.

 He could hear a sharp gasp come the elf as he hit the ground. Amarth feet shuffled quickly to the fallen man, “ shit Daylen-- are you ok?!” The elf brushed his delicate fingers over the mage’s face. Daylen’s brows furrowed in it’s usual rancorous scowl, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment but appeared uninjured.

 The mage’s reached to stroked the elf’s slender face. He chuckled, trying to save some dignity, “admit it Amarth, you've always wanted me on my knees.” He crawled forward pressing his lips against other man’s.

 Amarth face grew hot, more and more his dreams had been about the mage. The different ways he could---he shook his head, pressing his lips against the humans.

 He could hear Daylen growl followed by a startling shove against one the thick sycamores. “Forgive me, Amarth but -- listening to you moan my name at night is driving me to the brink of insanity.” Daylen growled in elf tapered ear, before nipping at its shell. “Tell me now-- can I touch you?” He demanded hotly against Amarth’s ear.

 Amarth felt himself harden by the aggression. He never heard Daylen growl in their night time fumbles. He was always unassuming and allowed Amarth to take charge. This aggression was new and oddly arousing.

 “Yes--damn it, touch me!” The elf whispered, grabbing hold of Daylen’s dark mane smashing their lips together. He pulled back whispering in the mage’s ear, “ but promise you'll never leave again-- without telling me.” He pressing his lips to the humans.

 Daylen undid the lacing Amarth’s soft leather breeches and moved to slide them down and off his body. He almost got distracted when he could feel the heat of Amarth’s  cock brush against his face.

 He stroked Amarth’s cock lazily, downward and then when he reached the base he took his hand away, only to start again at the tip. “Amarth.” He took his hand away entirely, enjoying the sounds Amarth whimpering .

 “Never again.” Daylen promised gripping the elf’s warm shaft at the base with a tight hold.

 “No, never again,” Amarth whimpered tangling his hands in the human’s soft hair.  

 “Am I forgiven Warden Commander” Daylen let out a husky purr before he took the elf in his mouth. letting his tongue ring run down Amarth’s flushed cock, enjoying the taste him.

 “Yes--- please, just don’t stop.” Amarth returned his hands to Daylen’s hair. He didn’t guide Daylen’s mouth but tugging  at his hair helped the man understand what he liked. Daylen’s mouth made him wonder why he had waited so long.

 “Fuck, Daylen---your mouth--,” he hissed through his teeth bucking his lithe hips. Daylen tickled Amarth’s thigh, brushing his fingers across the elf’s soft flesh. His fingers crept higher and higher until they danced just outside the elf’s puckered entrance. He stopped short, pausing his ministrations, peering up the rogue.

 Amarth noticed his hesitation and he blushed. He reached in his leather pouch and produced a small clear bottle pressing it into Daylen’s large hand. “I, uh, hid it there just in case.”

 “--prepared much? ,” Daylen asked with a crooked smile. Amarth flushed and squirmed before Daylen tugged him closer. The mage worked a small amount of the lubricant out of the bottle and used the tip of his finger to massage around his hole.

 Daylen couldn’t remember being more content. His lover throbbing in his mouth ,his fingers buried inside him, listening the elf incoherently.  Amarth moaned and jerked against the human’s hand, sliding Daylen’s finger all the way in.

 “Oh, yes, please,” he begged. Daylen  fucked his lover with his finger, then when Amarth felt stretched enough he added another one. He was rewarded by a burst of Amarth’s flavor, salty and earthy, full of life. As the elf bucked up and screamed in pleasure.

 He hastened the pace of his bobbing head, loving the sensual squeaking that flooded his ears. When he heard the moans reach their peak he crooked his finger in a come hither motion, brushing against Amarth’s spot as his mouth  tighten around the elf's cock.

 Instantly, salty spurts splashed Daylen’s tongue. He sucked it down, keeping up the massage until he sucked the very last drop. He took his fingers out listening to Amarth whine at the loss. He could heard Amarth breath steady just before the elf fell forward into Daylen’s arm.

 He chuckled kissing Amarth head letting him sleep. Daylen’s cock ached uncomfortably, but it didn’t matter. Now and always, Amarth would always come first.

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