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"Divide and Conquer" Ulfric Stormcloak/M!DB, 18b/18
(Anonymous) 2016-05-05 07:22 am (UTC)(link)“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) 2016-05-05 07:32 am (UTC)(link)Au revoir!
Tags: char:m!db, char:ulfric stormcloak, relationship:slash, series:audric