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Alone (M!DB/Romlyn) (20/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Romlyn had hoped he could grant his husband a well-deserved holiday, just a few days to relax and take a break from all the fighting; but the altmer didn’t see it that way. To him their house, their town felt like a prison, one he couldn’t escape from because he had given Romlyn his promise, just like he couldn’t escape from Skyrim before his mission was complete. This was not his home and it would never be. Of course the altmer wouldn’t be happy to stay in this house longer than absolutely necessary.

It should have been obvious.

There was nothing for the altmer here. It was that simple.

In some way Romlyn had achieved his goal: He had managed to keep his husband safe for a little while; he shouldn’t have hoped for anything more.

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On the fifth morning after their fight Romlyn woke up because he was cold. The last few days he had shared his bed with his husband, and consequently had usually been able to snuggle up to a firm, muscled body to keep himself warm when Serano hadn’t pushed him away. Now that heat source was gone; he looked up to find the other side of their shared bed empty.

Panicking he sat up just to see his lover kneeling in front of his weapon chest next to their bed, sorting through two-handed swords and battle axes. Serano wore his ebony armor: A bulky, impractical lump of steel that was still covered in the dried blood of its previous owner. A black helmet lay on the floor next to his feet, the only part of the set Serano hadn’t put on yet.

Romlyn called out to him, but his lover didn’t look up.

I’m leaving”, he declared. As if Romlyn hadn’t been able to draw that conclusion by himself.

Serano’s wounds were fully healed, as the altmer had insisted on pointing out at every opportunity, and just the other day he had stocked up on health potions in Arcadia’s shop. The black armor would not have been Romlyn’s first choice, but it was still a huge improvement to his enchanted Thalmor robes. His husband was as ready as he was going to get to go out into the world and get his head chopped off.

Romlyn had no valid excuse to keep him here any longer.

The time for playing house was over. He would have to let Serano go.

And hope that his lover would actually return here evetually. After all this little experiment hadn’t exactly worked out in Romlyn’s favor. On the rare occasions Serano had stayed at the house for more than a few hours in between his travels he might have started to grow bored of their peaceful little city; but this time he had spent enough time here to actually hate the place.

Romlyn didn’t want him to leave with that impression.

“Before you go… There is something I wanted to give you.”

While Serano kept rummaging through the chest containing his various enchanted weapons, Romlyn leaned back on their bed and pulled his tunic over his head.

It was cold and his body reacted accordingly; his nipples grew hard. Good.

“And what would that be?”, Serano asked. He lifted his head for a second to watch the proceedings, and his voice was calm and devoid of any hint of interest; still, he hadn’t outright ignored Romlyn, which was a good sign considering how he had treated him during the last few days
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“Watch and you will find out”, Romlyn teased.

He threw his tunic unceremoniously onto the floor and hurried to get out of his other clothes as well.

The offer of sex was his most reliable method of ensuring his lover’s stay. Granted, the altmer hadn’t shown any interest in him during the last few days, but that was just all the more reason to keep trying. They had spent weeks together in this house and apart from some kissing and groping on the floor immediately after their fight Serano hadn’t touched him at all. Romlyn was getting desperate.

As soon as he was completely naked he turned over onto his stomach. The rough furs on their bed tickled his chest and made him shiver.

“Oh, I get it. Sex. You’re not very creative.”

The altmer snorted. He glanced up from his weapon chest from time to time but pretended to be immersed in his task.