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Audric’s nights continued to be hot and uncomfortable; he would toss and turn and cry in unabashed agony. Anxiety took root in him, inflating itself until it fanned into inescapable panic. He would sit up and hyperventilate and gorge himself on cold water — sometimes until he was sick — and then sob into sleep, only to wake an hour or two later and do it all over again.

One night was especially bad. Hysterical, he woke already clutching the sheets in clammy palms, chest heavy and threatening to collapse — or so it always felt. Swinging over the side of the bed, he held his head in his hands until his tears ran dry. Knowing it was impossible to clear his mind, he decided a distraction was in order. Pulling clothes on would be too painful and taxing, and all he could manage was a robe. The silk was a cool, welcome whisper on his scarred skin.

It was the middle of the night, and the halls were cold and empty. Only palace guards remained — anywhere from still and stiff as statues to slouched against the wall, mid-snore. His walk was uninterrupted, for which he was uncharacteristically grateful. Before, social visits were welcome, but no more, not with the way people looked at him with hollow sympathy, as if he were a child’s toy — once favorited, now broken and discarded.

He had arrived at Ulfric’s bedroom door on accident. It was just a familiar footpath, he told himself before giving a modest knock. It was late, and he didn’t expect to be received.

“Come in.” Ulfric’s voice filled him like a warm drink on a cold day.

Stepping into the room, he shut the door quietly behind him. He sagged against it, but smiled. “You’re awake.”

“Good book,” Ulfric offered, lifting his hand to show off the volume.

“Oh. Well it’s not like me to interrupt a good reading so I’ll —”

“Please, sit,” he said too quickly. “Unless of course, you’d rather go back to bed. It’s late.”

“No, I’ll stay.” He found a chair and slumped into it, his exertion catching up with him. He wasn’t sleepy, only tired.

Ulfric kept humble quarters, not like the suites Audric was used to seeing. In fact, he suspected that this was not a King’s room at all. It was spacious, but it was only the one room, without foyers or dens or excess. Ulfric was at his desk, behind a window which looked out onto the eastern inlet.

“I, uh…” he reached into the collar of his robe and drew out the pendant. “I thought I would return this, while I was at it.”

Ulfric frowned. “No, that belongs to you. You stole it fair and square, if I remember.” he smirked. “Please,” he added more seriously. Puzzled, Audric put the necklace back on. “Is it still as bad as it looked?”

Snorting, Audric turned the pendant over in his fingers. “Nothing helps that much,” he said. “But, you knew that already.”

Ulfric stood and approached him. His eyes found a scar peeking out from the falling collar of Audric’s robe. It was red, still, but it looked to be healing. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. If it was for the painful-looking wound or for touching without asking, well, that could be decided later. His fingertips found the agitated skin, and it felt hotter than the rest.

Audric froze and held his breath. He felt fire wherever Ulfric touched him, and his gut churned as if he’d been drinking.

“Nothing helps, you said,” Ulfric hummed.

“Not that much,” he repeated, a tightness growing in his throat.

“I’m so sorry.” Ulfric held Audric’s face in his hand, fingertips pushing into a mess of red hair.

He embraced Ulfric’s touch as though he were starved; he felt cradled in the warmth of Ulfric’s hands, fingers as callused from the press of a pen as the wield of an axe. Shock moved through him in long, exaggerated waves when Ulfric’s lips pressed against his wounded skin and he gasped. Ulfric withdrew, but his breath still broke on his neck in hot bursts.

“I should have asked —”

“It’s fine. It’s. Don’t.” Audric faltered. He hadn’t felt so vulnerable in a very long time, and it was almost as thrilling as it was humiliating. He stopped trying to reconcile all the thoughts in his head with the sounds that had jammed into his throat and focused on his breath, on the buzzing in his chest. He put Ulfric’s face between his hands and pulled him back in. “If I want you to stop,” he said slowly, “you’ll know it.”

“Is this helping?” Ulfric smirked between kisses.

Audric laughed, hoarse and punchy. “It’s surprising, if nothing else.”

Ulfric put them nose-to-nose and peered into startled, green eyes. “Don’t say that. This wouldn’t surprise a single person who might walk into this room.”

Their kisses deepened and Audric’s robe seemed to be getting looser and looser of its own accord. Ulfric’s hand slipped onto his shoulder, pushing the robe almost completely off, and he didn’t mind much. Really, the only complaint he had was the grain of the wooden chair behind him, scratching against his back. He wrapped his arms around Ulfric’s neck and sucked on his tongue, playfully bit his lip.

“Wait,” he glared accusingly. “Wait, you’ve wanted this, haven’t you. That night in the tent, before I… You wanted to kiss me even then. Why didn’t you?”

“If we’re being honest with one another, I wanted to do a lot more than kiss you,” he admitted. He’d spent a long time trying not to want Audric Bellamy. And when that had failed, he spent what felt like an even longer time trying not to act on it. He had a city to run and peace to keep and war on his doorstep; he didn’t have time for much else.

“Well, you could have.” Audric grumbled.

“Consider my restraint a show of good faith.”

Audric barked out a single, cold laugh and then choked on the pain. “Good faith?” he asked, breathless. “You were the one who was so sure I would die.”

Ulfric sighed. “You’re a risk.”

Audric pushed his fingers through Ulfric’s hair. “I’m a lot of fun, I’ve been told.”

Ulfric gazed at the man stretched in front of him: pale skin, dotted by freckles where the sunlight had touched him; patches of coarse hair, darker than the stuff on his head; scars and bruises and nicks that should have been easy to heal. He traced the lines of Audric’s muscles with his fingertips, pressed his palm over his stomach — flat, but soft.

Audric watched with some awe, propped up on his elbows. Ulfric Stormcloak pawed at his skin, lips and teeth covering up one kind of wound with another. He squirmed with impatience. “Put my cock in your mouth, if you please.”

Ulfric sat back on his heels. He stared at Audric, at his body, and at his hardening cock. “And what if I don’t please?” he asked softly, kneading Audric’s thighs, putting weight onto his hips.

“Do you know how many dreams I’ve had like this? Come to think of it, this is probably a dream, too.”

“Is it?” Ulfric asked, smirking. He pulled his shirt over his head and tried not to visibly hurry with undoing his belt. Moving them to his bed, he covered Audric’s body with his own. He kissed fiercely, slowly. Audric tasted like wine and long, sleepless nights.

Audric cried out, hissed when Ulfric’s weight pressed too hard on a bruise.

“Shh.” He held him, ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry.” To make it up to him, he kissed the same bruise — a rancid yellow splotch just under his ribs. His kisses lingered along Audric’s navel, and he had to try very hard not to dig his fingers into skin. Audric’s breath became audible, heavy and quickening. Ulfric pressed his cheek to Audric’s skin and imagined his pulse.

Audric squirmed beneath Ulfric’s bulk. It was better than all of his dreams and half-imagined fantasies combined: he didn’t need to allow himself anything. It was all right here, real and tangible. He passed his fingers over Ulfric’s cheeks, enjoyed the coarseness of his beard. “Please,” he murmured.

Ulfric laid himself parallel to Audric, using his big hands to press him forward. He kissed Audric’s thighs and even allowed himself a few gentle, playful bites. He savored every twist of Audric’s body, every desperate whimper. He wasn’t even completely hard when Ulfric kissed his cock, but his voice was already thick and any words he attempted to speak had been strangled by need.

It had been some time since Ulfric had been able to enjoy someone else in his bed; the urgency of war and politics had eclipsed the urgency of lust for so long that he’d almost stopped lusting entirely. He kissed and licked and sucked until he had the Dragonborn unravelled: a writhing, noisy mess all sprawled out on his back. “Relax,” he teased. “Let me take care of you.”

Audric shook his head. “No, let —” Exasperated, he wriggled away from Ulfric, getting back on his side. Gesturing at the space beside him, he heaved a sigh and regained his composure. “We could take care of each other, instead,” he suggested. His eyes settled arrantly on Ulfric’s cock, color filling his cheeks.

Ulfric settled himself beside his partner and hummed with satisfaction as he sucked on Audric’s cock. It was thick and warm, but didn’t pose much of a challenge. His hips jerked forward when Audric’s tongue ran wet and hot over his skin, and his blood simmered when he felt a toothy grin on his thigh. He let one of his hands wander behind a hip and grab a handful of Audric’s ass; the response was a gratifying moan around him. But almost as soon as it had happened, Audric pulled off.

“Don’t...I haven’t…”

“That’s fine.” Ulfric kissed his hip, almost in apology. “Let me fuck your mouth, and I might forgive you,” he joked.

Audric gasped, and his hot breath was an unbearable tease. “Vulgar words, from a king.”

“I was a soldier, once,” Ulfric reminded him before squeezing his cock in one hand, and using his other to scratch his nails against Audric’s skin. A younger man might have felt cheated, but Ulfric took great enjoyment in Audric’s inability to focus long enough to return the favor. He held him with a capable grip and forced him still while he sucked and kissed him until he was an absolute mess: skin slick with sweat, hair plastered to his neck and forehead, mouth open wide in silent ecstasy. Ulfric maneuvered him back into the pillows and stopped his protests of wanting to reciprocate. “I’ll get my turn,” he growled, “don’t worry about that.”

Audric hadn’t felt so genuinely admired in a long time. Brynjolf loved him, he knew, and Ralof enjoyed him, and all of his other affairs — fleeting or perpetual — adored him. He knew that. But Ulfric burned with with it, and every touch that idled burned him, too. And every time that Ulfric’s hands or mouth would pass another scar or bruise, he anticipated a curious question or a sympathetic comment, but every time, it would seem that Ulfric didn’t find his wounds either curious or pathetic.

But then, of course he wouldn’t.

“Have you ever seen a king on his knees?”

Heat ignited through Audric like lightning and he sat up. “No, but I’d like to.”

Chuckling, Ulfric moved to the edge of the bed. “What would you give for it, I wonder?”

“Probably every septim I’ve ever pilfered,” Audric offered with a sigh.

Ulfric grinned from the floor, grabbed Audric by the ankles and yanked him over. “Careful, Bellamy,” he warned, “I could use your money in these trying times.”

“You could use me too, probably.”

“Don’t make promises.” Ulfric brought their exchange to an abrupt halt, wrapping his lips around the head of Audric’s cock. His patience wasn’t endless, but he had at least twenty years more than the whining Breton in front of him. “Poor thing,” he consoled before taking Audric almost all the way. He pulled off and tolerated a string of saliva between them just long enough to make Audric suffer.

Audric nudged his cock against Ulfric’s lips and was allowed all of four thrusts before Ulfric pushed him onto his back, legs hanging over the bed. He revelled in the way Audric cried out for him, the choked gasps and the intelligible litany of begging and praise. It was refreshing to get him earnest and wanting as opposed to sardonic and self-satisfied. He kept Audric’s cock in his mouth, tonguing the slit, tasting bitterness. “You drink too much,” he accused with a smile.

“And you talk too much,” Audric snapped.

“Do I.” Ulfric leveraged himself up onto the bed and loomed over Audric, leaning on one elbow to kiss him long and wet and sloppy.

Audric pulled away and smacked his lips, frowning. “Maybe you have a point about the drinking.”

Grinning, Ulfric kissed him again. The fingers of one hand moved idly through Audric’s hair against the sheets and the other traced a lazy line down his chest, across his ribs, over a hip, and wrapped around his cock. He was slick still, and Ulfric’s hand slid easily over him. He pumped Audric, barely squeezing, just enough to elicit soft, fervid whining. Ulfric’s own cock, hard and neglected, was beginning to ache. He lined it up in his hand beside Audric’s and slid them together, and Audric stared down in blissful incredulity.

“Look at you,” Ulfric growled.

Audric’s only reply was to gawk, his silence punctuated by hushed grunts. He was pushing his hips up, into Ulfric’s grip, and the sound of wet skin on skin almost seemed deafening.

“Look at you,” Ulfric reiterated, “all laid out for me. Maybe I’ll have to make a meal out of you.”

“I told you—!” Audric heaved, “I’m not—! I haven’t—!”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Ulfric rumbled; he stroked them both harder, savoring the hardness against his own. “Maybe the next day. Maybe whenever I want.” Audric’s hips stuttered, and Ulfric realized — somewhat belatedly — that Audric liked the talking. “Maybe I’ll throw you in a bath, clean you up myself.”

“Disgusting,” Audric muttered, his cheeks going as red as his hair.

Ignoring his sheepishness, Ulfric continued. “Maybe I’ll carry you into my bedroom, lay you out on this bed. Spread your legs and just look you over.” He paused to enjoy the strangled moan that inspired. “Then open you with my tongue.”

“Ulfric!” Audric was screwing up their rhythm with his enthusiasm.

Another sordid chapter of this fantasy was on his lips, but before he could pursue it, he felt something hot and thick dripping over his knuckles. Audric was clawing the sheets in both hands, throat exposed and teeth clenched. Guttural, uneven growls punctured the air as he rode out his orgasm.

Audric’s chest rose and fell dramatically as he caught his breath. He was shiny with sweat and come, red and splotchy all over, cock still thick as it slowly softened against his leg. Without jostling the bed too much, Ulfric went to the washbasin in the corner and wrung a cloth in the cool water. Audric shivered as he was wiped up, and blinked fondly, sleepily up at Ulfric. “Thank you.” He gestured at the cloth on his belly.

Ulfric cocked an eyebrow. “It isn’t going to matter, in a moment.” That seemed to rouse him. “I told you, I’ll have my turn.” When he was finished, he returned to the bed and straddled Audric’s chest, burying his fingers in tangled, damp hair. “Open your mouth,” he commanded, and Audric obeyed.

Ulfric’s cock was smooth and rigid, with just a little bit of bend. It stretched Audric’s lips pleasantly, and he hummed contentedly, still warm from his orgasm. He bobbed his head, sucking shallowly at the head, letting his lips and tongue do most of the work. He was still soft, and would be for a while, but he could feel his body trying to take interest.

“Finally,” Ulfric huffed, head lolling back on his shoulders. “That big mouth put to good use.”

Glowering, Audric grazed the shaft in his mouth with just a hint of teeth, and Ulfric pulled out.

He grabbed Audric’s jaw between his thumb and forefinger, exerting force. “Don’t.”

Audric kneaded Ulfric’s hips and nuzzled his thigh. “Sorry.” He kissed the head of his cock sweetly, then made a trail of kisses as far down as he could reach. “Can I have your cock again?”

Ulfric groaned and relented. “Just behave yourself.”

“Mm-hmm,” Audric smiled around him, happy to take whatever he would be given.

Ulfric held him in place with a hand on either cheek, and thrust into his mouth. He pawed at Audric’s hair and rubbed his lips with a finger. He almost lost his mind when Audric opened his throat and took more than he bargained for. When he could feel the tightness in his navel begin to unwind, he pulled his cock out of Audric’s mouth and stroked himself. That seemed to give Audric sufficient warning, because he laid back, closed his eyes, and smiled expectantly. His come splashed across one of Audric’s cheeks, his chin, dribbling down his neck. Ulfric bit his lip in gruff silence, even going so far as to cover his mouth. He only let out a quiet groan when Audric licked him clean.

Audric didn’t wait to be cleaned up, this time. Instead, he wiped his face on the corner of a sheet before collapsing into the downy mattress and sighing blissfully, as though he’d just gone to bed after an especially excellent meal.

“You’ll sleep here, tonight,” Ulfric told him.

“Will I?” He had no intention of leaving, but he wanted to test his boundaries, just for fun.

“And you’ll be here when I wake up.”

Rolling over so that he was nestled beside Ulfric’s chest, he murmured, “I suppose I will be.”

I really appreciate everyone's nice words. It's fun to tell this story but half of the fun is knowing people are enjoying it and coming back for more. With the end almost here — after two years, wow! — I'm really looking forward to hearing from readers.

Wow, has it already been two years? I tried to back track to see where I started reading it from the comments, but...I couldn't tell >_< I think that I started reading it about a year ago?

I'll definitely be sad to see Audric go (and delighted if he happens to appear elsewhere) but I must say that it's incredibly satisfying to see them finally getting together! I usually hate Ulfric, but with Audric he's actually likeable!

You somehow always manage to post shortly before I come 'round the site for my periodic checks, too. It's one of those odd coincidences that always makes me laugh. Or rather, cackle in joy in a way that would make people look at me funny if I were in public.

Audric is my mainstay Skyrim OC and he will be around in stories for a while. In fact, he already has a modest series tag over on the Delicious archive, if you're interested.

I adore the canon character that is Ulfric, and am frequently disappointed by the simplistic way he gets written in fandom. I hope I have managed to add at least one or two more dimensions to his interpretation. And it was probably as satisfying for me to write he and Audric hooking up at last as it was for anyone else to read it, haha. Two years is a long time.

Imagine my surprise when, while reading this (very belatedly), I recognised my own writing in it for a line and a half! I can't believe you kept that in with so few changes, though I'm glad I could help get you unstuck. So good to finally read the complete scene. The end is nigh and I am both looking forward to seeing how it ends and disappointed that there can't be more! I would read your writing forever, as I'm sure you would mine.

Proud of you, love.

Thank you so much for helping me get unstuck during such an important and anticipated part of the story. I mightn't have gotten around the problem without you.

JE-sus. I just. I.

WOW.

I've been waiting for this part for so long, and it did NOT disappoint. So good. SO GOOD.

And this line? "It had been some time since Ulfric had been able to enjoy someone else in his bed; the urgency of war and politics had eclipsed the urgency of lust for so long that he’d almost stopped lusting entirely." SO IN CHARACTER. ALL OF IT. ULFRIC'S DIRTY SOLDIER MOUTH AND HIS MATURE "I CAN WAIT" ATTITUDE AND HIS ENTITLED JARL ORDERING AND JAW-GRABBING (HGNNNN) AND ASDLKFJASD.

I'D LIKE TO THANK GOD AND ALSO JESUS FOR YOU. AND THIS FIC.

Gosh, thank you! I've also been waiting for this part for a long time, haha. And I am delighted to hear that it didn't disappoint; after screwing around with the plot for so long, I had worried the porn would fall short.

You're too kind, anon.

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