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Wolfgan clutched the letter in his hands, completely forgetting about the freshly hunted bear in front of him, still bleeding it's life away. Snow was falling down heavy and hard, but he never missed a hunt. One of his own soldiers had brought the folded letter to him. The message was vague and simple, but Wolfgan was already getting ordering Kalifar and another soldier to harvest what they could for him, while he walked away from the bloody scene, parchment in hand.
...I need you to come to Calim immediately. As soon as possible, Wolfgan.
The wordings were so very needy and lacking of any formality. He wasn't calling himself prince, anymore. He was just Geoffrey, and Wolfgan was just Wolfgan. It felt intimate to the point where he didn't want anyone else to touch it.
Please...
He pleaded. No more than once and not enough, but it was there. He was asking for him, but not for something.
Geoffrey wanted him back. It was the only way he could interpret it. There was nothing left for him to say. His words were vulnerable but trusting.
It didn't take long for him to organize his leaving.
-.-
Calim's sky was golden and quickly darkening as the sun disappeared, when he reached his destination.
He unmounted in the small stable of the temple, and walked up to the doors with no formality. He with few companions, as Calim was well patrolled by his soldiers now. The temple was quiet, as it was close to nightfall and near time to lit the candles. He entered, seeing only the usual dwellers, who greeted him in fear or surprise. Or both.
"Where is him?" he asked no one in particular. They all knew exactly who he was searching for, and a woman with long and brown braided hair meekly responded.
"He's at the top of the temple, my lord."
Wolfgan nodded and he turned to the soldiers, ordering to stay below.
He was quick to walk up the stairs. At the to he found a small door, that he had to bend to get through. The room was humid and smelled of vegetation, and he found what seemed to be a garden inside. Further by the windows stood Geoffrey, bathed in the sunset lights. He was wearing white robes again, and this time he was sure it was on porpoise.
"You're here," Geoffrey said, looking back. His eyes were shy and not quite meeting his.
"Of course I am."
He walked closer, and he could see Geoffrey was completely out of his element. He wasn't sure of himself. He had no plans and no traps. He was bare.
"You want to come back," Wolfgan said, saving Geoffrey the trouble. He could not hide a smile when Geoffrey nodded.
"You want to be my queen. You want to be mine, Geoffrey," he said again. He did not expected an answer, but Geoffrey looked up at him and there was hurt in his eyes.
"You left me," Geoffrey said, "You left me and I didn't know what to do."
"You never told me to keep you," Wolfgan responded. "I wanted you to be happy."
"You're supposed to know!" Geoffrey raised his voice, exasperated. His voice wobbled as if he was about to cry. "You're supposed to know these things, not me."
"Why not you, Geoffrey?" he asked. The elf paused.
"Because… I don't. I don't know. I need you," he sobbed, frustration showing in his icy eyes.
Those words were enough for Wolfgan to reach out for him. Geoffrey came willingly into his arms, and rested in them. Wolfgan felt like a wound had just healed inside him. This was right. Everything was right, now.
"Who's in charge, Geoffrey?" Wolfgan held his chin up, giving him no choice but to look into his eyes.
"Wolfgan, please…"
"Answer me." His voice was firm, and he was not backing down on this one. He needed Geoffrey to admit it.
"...You." Geoffrey was bright red, and sounding defeated, but he knew it was just hard for him to say it out loud.
"Good."
"Bastard. I despise you, I really do."
Wolfgan smiled, and kissed the top of his head while Geoffrey closed his eyes.
"I know."
"You'll take me back, now?"
"Yes," Wolfgan answered. "You'll never leave again. I won't let you."
"Okay," he said softly in his arms, tucking his head under Wolfgan's chin.
Wolfgan gathered his hair in one hand, giving him space to kiss around his shoulders and up his neck. Geoffrey trembled and looked up, expecting a kiss. He didn't gave in. Those blue eyes narrowed and a pale hand clutched at his fur coat and tugged twice.
"I need you!" Geoffrey said, impatiently. Wolfgan smirked.
"Take it."
Geoffrey glared and stood on his tiptoes, put his arms around his neck and tugged him down again.
"Wolfgan," he said, and this time Wolfgan meet him halfway, holding his lover's waist to him, feeling all the hard muscles and the soft skin through the linen shirt. He heard the small moans coming from his lover's throat and his chest rumbled excited in response.
Geoffrey offered him a first sweet and slow kiss, in which he wanted to drown forever.
-.-
"I can't ride the horse again, Wolfgan."
They were outside, ready to leave. People were watching, already forming theories as to why Geoffrey had come back to the temple and now leaving again. Some said he was only hidden for a while, to escape some danger in Hull.
Harles was watching them from the doors of the temple. He was happy for his brother, but watching him go away one more time was difficult. Geoffrey asked him if he wanted to leave the temple and live in Hull, but he denied. Harles had taken to hunting, and was now very good at it, and he knew in Hull they would not let him participate in them for his size. Also, despite his admiration for their ways, he was a little scared of hullians. Wolfgan's rough talk might not make Geoffrey flinch, but it sure made Harles do so.
"There is a temple of ours in Hull too, Harles. There are elders in there, and I'm sure they would appreciate someone like you to help them," Geoffrey had said, attempting to sway him. "Finding fruits and fish in hull is a challenge!"
That made him think. He was sure he would end up agreeing later, and would talk about it to the elders. Meanwhile, he watched Geoffrey balking at the thought of making another journey by horse and smiled. Wolfgan would never have it easy, of that he was sure.
"I can't ride the horse again, Wolfgan."
Wolfgan was waiting for Geoffrey to jump on a horse like the others, but the elf refused to move. He would not go through that one more time.
"Why not?"
"It hurts me! From here to Hull again? Are you insane? Where is the carriage?" Geoffrey complained. He was almost pouting at him now. Wolfgan knew the submissive act wouldn't last much, but this was fast. Even for Geoffrey.
"There is no carriage," he said. Geoffrey's eyes narrowed.
"You won't touch me tonight, I'll be sore and tired and I'll have a headache-"
Wolfgan sighed. Now, that was the Geoffrey he knew and loved.
"Alright," he turned to the soldier that was beside Geffrey's horse. "Get a carriage."
The soldier jumped at the order.
"But-"
"Now!" He growled. The soldier complied, running to the guards near the temple. There had to be one around.
It took them twenty minutes to prepare the carriage while Geoffrey walked calmly inside the temple to bring back his trunk and some bags with books and magical supplies. The soldiers brought the carriage from the back, and quickly put the wheels in it building a very rough but strong carriage made to held hurt hullians or supplies from the border. They unprompted laid some mattress inside and a fur blanket, and looked at Geoffrey for approvement.
Wolfgan huffed. "Well, go on in, princess."
"You're going to suffer for that." Geoffrey said, smiling sweetly at his helpers and entering the wooden carriage.
Wolfgan nodded. He knew he would.
-.-
The first thing Geoffrey did when they got to the castle was to ask to see the child. Wolfgan let him and followed, hopeful that Geoffrey was already missing Ulrik. He wanted Ulrik to have someone like Geoffrey in his life, and he hoped the elf would naturally care for the him.
Geoffrey smiled at the sight of the child, who was being watched by a servant. She bowed when he entered and muttered "Siath meg" when passing by Wolfgan on her way out.
"He looks so much better," Geoffrey said, walking closer to the crib. Ulrik was up and talking nonsense, and Geoffrey picked him up easily. He had way more experience than him, apparently. The boy laughed when Geoffrey's long hair tickled his face.
"Of course he does," Wolfgan huffed. "He's no weakling."
Geoffrey laughed. "Fool, he has all the reasons to be sick right now."
The easiness of Geoffrey's insults were almost as relaxing as his laughter, something Wolfgan was previously not allowed to see very often, if ever. He was here, of his own volition and was holding Ulrik like the child belonged to him. Almost as if he was afraid to lose it.
He wondered if Geoffrey had wanted a family once, but couldn't have one. Well, that was in the past. With time he would learn, Wolfgan was sure, that the child was his as much as it was Wolfgan's. Geoffrey sat in the large armchair beside the crib and looked up at Wolfgan with the child in his lap.
He was smiling at him.
-.-
It didn't take long for Wolfgan to break and Geoffrey was on his back as soon as they entered the warlord's room.
Wolfgan circled his finger against his opening, making Geoffrey lazily spreading his legs farther.
"We just got here, I'm tired," he said, even as he pressed back against the touch, arching a little.
Wolfgan thought about stopping, but his instinct told him that these was just one of those times Geoffrey was embarrassed about laying with him. So he kissed his mouth shut and Geoffrey moaned to the kiss, body molding to his and spread his legs more so that Wolfgan would work his fingers inside him. He kissed his way down his neck and only stopped at his nipples, giving into the desire of kissing each one and biting them until they perked, while Geoffrey undulated and trembled underneath him and his long legs drew up beautifully, trying to trap him there.
Then out of nowhere Geoffrey muttered, "You only want to use my body like a whore's."
Wolfgan flinched and paused at that, completely confused. He climbed up, again pinning Geoffrey down with a hard stare. He was about to deny that when he saw a little smirk in the corner of his mouth, that turned into a full smile. Wolfgan growled.
"Down boy," Geoffrey said, and raised to fingers to the corner of Wolfgan's mouth, bringing them upwards. He must have thought his face was funny because he latched into a full laughter. Wolfgan felt himself smile as well seeing such a genuine expression in his lover after so many years of rejection. He tucked his face against Geoffrey's neck and bit hard. Geoffrey yelped and hit his shoulders with light swats.
"Rabid wolf, let go of me!"
Wolfgan licked the reddened skin and lazily massaged his torso, dropping his hands to Geoffrey's backside and squeezing. He nipped at his neck again and heard the whine turn into a moan.
"I love you."
Geoffrey shivered.
His beard scratched at his neck and he trembled.
Wolfgan took his time in preparing him. It was so rewarding, having the man happy in his arms that he wanted it to last forever. Geoffrey attempted to timidly give affection back, and Wolfgan encouraged it. He touched his arms and his chest, exploring his skin and when he was tired of that, went straight to his cock.
Wolfgan groaned and squeezed his backside, desperately wanting to put his mouth there and make Geoffrey go breathless with shame and desire.
"I want it," Geoffrey said, voice weak and shy. "I want it in me so much, Wolfgan."
Wolfgan was not strong enough to make him wait. In no time, he had Geoffrey open and wet for him, and entered him slowly.
This was when he was most vulnerable, impaled on his cock. Wolfgan could dish out anything and he would take it. Geoffrey was weak and as helpless as a newborn, grabbing at his shoulders and making soft noises that aroused him to no end.
He could abuse of this privilege, if he wanted.
But the only thing Wolfgan wanted to do now that he was in this state was to take care of him.
Protect him from everything, when he couldn't. When he wouldn't because he didn't wanted to, not right now.
In this moment, when Geoffrey retracted his claws and plucked his thorns away, lowered every wall he'd built and turned into a needy, wanton mess in his arms… In this moment Wolfgan didn't know if he had mastered Geoffrey, or if Geoffrey had mastered him.
This was the best moment.
Geoffrey melted for him, like snow.
The End
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A/N: Thanks for reading until the end! I know my English isn't the best, it is my second language and I don't have a beta but that's no excuse for no revision. So, yeah, I plan to go back to Frost and this story and try to find these mistakes but that takes time. Also, again, I hope the ending didn't feel rushed, and I admit I have a serious problem with ending chapters, it's just too hard!
ALSO: I'm writing another story! It's called The Wild Rose and it is m/m too. It's not fantasy, it's more towards the supernatural genre and it is set modern times. It's a suspense/mystery. I'm applying all I've learned writing Frost and Karma there, so hopefully I've become a better writer. I'll probably work on it for another month though, just so I can present something that is actually more or less finished to prevent another sucky-terrible-awful hiatus. That means no story from me for a month or so :|