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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 18a/18

[(Anonymous)]

It was strange to wake after sunup, but then, it was strange too, to wake up next to another. Ulfric shifted onto his side and blinked until Audric came clearly into view. He was curled into himself, the sheets twisted round his legs as if in a knot. His skin was bared, pinkish and delicate in the morning light. Ulfric kissed his shoulder and he whined in his sleep.

Audric was thoroughly a thief, but he had a warrior’s body. To be so young and to have suffered so much...a pit hardened in Ulfric’s gut. He eyed the scars and bruises, touched gently, idly.

It was still comfortably warm, and Ulfric realized that the fire was still going strong, crackling at a dull roar in the fireplace. A servant had been in to tend it, which of course meant that by breakfast the entirety of the palace would know he had bedded Audric. He sighed and resigned himself to the inevitable, deciding to bask in the warmth of their intimacy for as long as he still had left.

Outside, the wind howled and the windowpanes rattled and he wondered how Audric managed to sleep through it all. Ulfric hugged him close, enjoying the way they fit together; Audric’s lithe figure engulfed by his own immensity. His fingers brushed over the shadow of a scar, peculiar in shape, but entirely familiar to Ulfric. His heart was made lead and his stomach churned, for he remembered, and he resented. All these years after his own rendezvous with the Thalmor’s most prodigious interrogator, he had only hoped to avoid ever coming into contact with her again. But now, seeing and touching the evidence that she had tortured a man he had come to admire, he wanted little else than to wring her neck with his bare hands.

Resting his forehead against Audric’s bare shoulder, he tried very hard not to think about it.

Fingers combed through his hair and he hummed. “Did I wake you?”

“No; the wind.” Audric was probably lying, which was fine. He yawned, wide and loud, endearing. “You aren’t used to staying in bed, are you?” he asked after a time of tolerating Ulfric’s restless tics.

“We both need a bath,” was the only answer given.

“And shall we bathe together?” Audric suggested slyly, grinning.

Ulfric shrugged. “If it would please you.”

“You please me.”

Audric’s candor was discomfiting, and embarrassment took him the way it hadn’t since he was a lad. “Glad to be of service.” He stood, and scooped Audric out of the bed, pulling him into his robe. Together, they strolled down the hall to the baths, where steam greeted them, a warm and comfortable embrace.

“Do you think they were staring?” Audric mused, shedding his robe and slipping into the hot water.

“At us? Absolutely,” Ulfric chuckled. He fenced Audric in, hovering over him, then leaned in to kiss his neck. “Or perhaps they were just staring at you. You are very nice to look at.”

Audric huffed; he squirmed and whined but melted when Ulfric’s lips caught his. It was so quiet, he thought he could hear his own heartbeat. This wasn’t the playful nonchalance he was so accustomed to, that he had cultivated as his own. Honesty of this magnitude was foreign, and made him nervous.

“I don’t think I can fuck or anything today,” he spat out, glancing away. “I...overestimated myself last night.”

“I overestimated you,” Ulfric said. “I’m sorry.”

“No, stop.” If he weren’t physically constrained by a bathtub, he would have pushed away. “Stop being so sincere, I can’t take it.”

Ulfric’s brow furrowed. “Are you being facetious?”

“I’m not actually that bothered,” he admitted, folding himself into Ulfric’s arms. He fit quite nicely. “It’s just...strange.” With that, he sank beneath the water until his nose hovered just above it, and Ulfric held him until he had to be pulled out of the tub.

"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 18b/18

[(Anonymous)]

The longer he stayed in the palace, the more he remembered how he loathed politics. He watched from the bed while Ulfric grumbled, scratching out draft after draft of the same letter.

“Do you write them all yourself?” he asked.

“Often, though not always.”

“And what are you writing, now?”

“A statement of intent.” Ulfric took a break from the parchment. He worried he would slip, and jot down what he was saying aloud. “With Titus Mede’s unfortunate — if timely — assassination, Tullius will be busy. But not that busy. I intend to keep him and his Legion out of Skyrim.”

“With threatening letters?”

Ulfric thought about it. “Words with me would be dangerous, you know. Though not as dangerous as with you.”

Audric grimaced. “Flatterer,” he growled sarcastically. He rolled around in Ulfric’s bed for a bit, aimless and silent. “I’m trying not to think about it,” he announced.

“Trying not to think about what?” Ulfric asked absently, having returned to his letter.

“What I have to do.”

Ulfric stopped again. “There’s no point. You’re not well enough, yet.”

“Time won’t wait for me to heal.”

After a moment Ulfric chuckled uncomfortably and said, “Now I’m trying not to think about it.”

Getting up hurt, though much less than it used to. Audric made his way across the room, shutting the door and gently pushing the bolt into place. He drifted back, lingering by Ulfric’s chair. He caressed the man’s neck and ran fingers through his hair. “Stop playing politics for a moment. Take a break. Let me suck you,” he murmured against Ulfric’s ear. “Put your cock in my mouth; put your fingers in my —”

“I have things to do,” he insisted, though his voice was thick.

“Am I one of them?” Audric asked. It was underhanded, but he was honestly thinking about it. “It might be the last time we can.”

“Please, Audric.” Ulfric groaned. “As soon as I’m done.”

Audric grinned and returned to bed, undressing himself. “If you fuck me well enough, maybe that’ll keep me bedridden for a while, so I can stay longer.”

Ulfric whipped around in his chair. “That’s a terrible thing to say.”

Shame and remorse crept over Audric like an illness, and he mumbled defensively. His cheeks burned and he felt like a dog who’d just been struck on the nose. “You know I won’t stay here forever.”

“I wouldn’t expect it of you.”

Audric chuckled. “Right. Suppose I’m not of much use to you now, Dragonborn or not.” He waited for a response, but for a while the only sound was Ulfric’s pen scratching away.

“I don’t measure my friends by their usefulness; is that a worry you learned from your fellows?”

Audric rolled his eyes. “Thieves are family, Ulfric; but family has been known to stab one another in the back, from time to time.”

“Always looking out for number one?”

“You can’t help anyone if you can’t help yourself.” The truth was that Audric had never set out to help anyone but himself. He couldn’t pick out an exact time when that had changed. “You’ll miss me, won’t you?” While I’m gone? If I die?

Idly, Ulfric’s fingers traced over a patch of clothing where underneath, Audric had bruised him with his mouth. “You’ve certainly left your mark on me,” he said.

Exasperated, Audric snorted. “Always with the cryptic answers.”

Ulfric signed his name, and left the ink to dry. He stood and pulled off his shirt, crawling onto his bed. He pulled Audric underneath him, exploring with his hands. “I will absolutely miss you,” he murmured. He kissed Audric on the mouth, nipping at his lip. “I’ll miss your kisses,” he said, “and your impudent mouth.”

Audric chuckled and played at getting away. Ulfric held him down.

“I’ll miss you beneath me,” he said in Audric’s ear. “I’ll miss my name in your voice.” Ulfric was saying goodbye; he didn’t know what would happen. Maybe Audric would defeat the World Eater. Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he wouldn’t return either way.

Audric snaked his arms around Ulfric’s neck and pulled him in for a long, indulgent kiss. He nuzzled Ulfric’s jaw, the stubble itching him. Wrapping his legs around Ulfric’s waist, he pulled him in and pressed them together, reveling in their warmth. Then he fell limp beneath him. “I’ll miss you, too.”

author's final notes and tags

[(Anonymous)]

Well, it's been a pleasure. I'd actually finished this a week ago, but wanted to wait to post it on the anniversary. It's been three years, today! I hope you've all enjoyed the ride with me.

Au revoir!


Tags: char:m!db, char:ulfric stormcloak, relationship:slash, series:audric