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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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After a week of hard traveling they made it to the tomb just shy of evening, but after traveling for so long with little rest they were not ready to take on whatever dangers lay inside. So they allowed themselves a night of rest just outside to gather some strength, though their bodies probably demanded at least three days worth.

Before they all settled down for the night, and after had engorged themselves on freshly slaughtered and cooked Horker stakes, Gunnar asked them the fated question.

“Are you all ready for this? To cure Kodlak?” His normally calm voice was thick and husky with emotion, and while saddening to hear him like this, Vilkas pretended not to be attracted to the rockiness in that voice.

The other three agreed and they all laid down to rest, ignoring what he had really asked.

Are you ready to let Kodlak go?

~*~

Vilkas awoke some time during the night, probably sometime just before dawn, and couldn’t help but feel as though something was off. And while he knew he needed his sleep, and he desperately tried to regain it, the feeling nagged and nagged at him until finally he pushed his head free from his bedroll.

The cold was unwelcome on his sleep warmed face, but he pushed that aside and looked at the makeshift camp they had made but a few hours ago.

There were two full bedrolls, Farkas’ snoring coming from one and Alea’s whimpered punctuated sleep from the other, but the third was empty and the Companion that was supposed to be there wasn’t in sight.

Vilkas looked around until he saw Gunnar sitting a ways away, back to the camp, running his fingers through his hair. And even from the distance away Vilkas could tell that his skin was shimmering with sweat. Those broad shoulders were slumped heavily, as though they were burdened with some great weight.

The knight figured that Gunnar was just nervous of the day to come and its consequences and slipped back into his bedroll. The memory of Gunnar’s nightmares didn’t come to mind until he had his own nightmare about Gunnar screaming in his sleep and the knight was powerless to stop the soul crushing noise.

When the sun rose, the Companions were more of less ready to take on the task of freeing Kodlak’s soul.

Without fanfare they packed everything up and stowed it away by some rocks before entering the tomb, weapons ready to face any challenge set before them.

~*~

Getting the tomb opened wasn’t too much of a hassle, just had to figure out how Wuuthrad played its role (they ended up realizing that Eorlund was right and ‘gave’ it to Ysgramor and that finally opened the door) before readying themselves to go into the tomb.

“Everyone ready?”

It was then and there that Vilkas hesitated.

Was it really right for him to go now? With such muddled thoughts and a confused heart? Could he really fight alongside this man without continuing to blame him for what has happened to the Companions?

Vilkas looked to Gunnar, rubbing at the deep shadows under his eyes, at the self suffering he was already enduring.

“I cannot go on” He announced sullenly.

“What?” Alea and Farkas asked in union.

“I…can’t go on… this whole mess… I can’t think straight” Vilkas struggled with the right words “First we lose Skjor, then we almost lose Kodlak, and here we are readying to basically go kill him! All because of one mistake and everyone getting too caught up in revenge”

“Y-you can’t be serious you sniveling milk drinker?” Alea suddenly growled “After all this you’re back down now of all times?!”

She took a menacing step towards Vilkas, but Gunnar quickly intercepted her.

“Go” He said firmly “You two start without me, I’ll join you shortly”

Had Gunnar said it was any less authority, any less like the father figure Vilkas kept thinking him as, Alea probably would have resisted. But he didn’t and Alea only gave him a stiff nod and a stubborn pout before going into the tomb with Farkas, leaving the old warrior and the knight alone.

“You blame me” Gunnar said simply after a second of silence.

“You’re right” Vilkas said flatly.

“You have full right to”

“You’re right” Vilkas growled.

The anger he felt for Skjor’s death was boiling up now, spilling out of his mouth before he could stop the scalding words.

“Because you, Alea and Skjor had to go off and do something so stupid as taking on an entire fort of Silver-Hand, not to mention letting Skjor go in alone, and then you just had to fuel Alea’s lust for vengeance and kill all those Silver Hand!” He growled “Even though you of all people should know that revenge begets revenge, death begets death and bloodshed begets bloodshed!”

Gunnar took each stabbing word without even blinking.

“Kodlak’s life now hangs in the balance and in some fucked up way you’re trying to do right but at the same time you doing right will also likely kill Kodlak” It was unstoppable now, it all just needed to come out “You’re taking away the man that’s been like a father to me Gunnar! To every Companion today! Do you know what that feels like?!”

“No…”

“Horrible! I don’t remember my parents Gunnar, I’ve only had the Companions! And in you waltz and we lose Skjor, our home is attacked and now we’re going to lose Kodlak and everything’s just so messed up and… and” Vilkas’ voice broke and he had to stop to avoid crying. What man his age cried?

“...Do you hate me?”

“…No” And that was it, Vilkas sobbed loudly and buried his face in his hands because it was out there.

He loved Gunnar. He was a mystery, an amazing warrior, a great guy, a finely aged sort of handsome, he was fun, he was strong, he was talented, and he could hold all these burdens that Vilkas just had to say aloud. Gunnar was like a father, no matter what he did you would always love him deep down and no matter what you did he would always be the pillar of strength protecting you while the world crashed into pieces around you. And Vilkas loved him all the more for his father like qualities.

When he felt warm and strong warms around him, the knight didn’t resist. He just cried his eyes out as long as he wanted until the sobs subsided into whimpers and finally miserable sniffles.

“Glad to see no matter how badly I fuck up you can still like me pup” Gunnar chuckled softly.

Pup…gods be damned Vilkas couldn’t even hate that cursed nickname.

“Who said anything about liking you” Vilkas managed to deadpan.

“Oh? Something more perhaps? You saying you love me pup?”

Vilkas face burned in his hands and his embarrassment chocked his throat. If he didn’t deny it then Gunnar would-

Gunnar was suddenly prying his hands away from his face and lifting his head so that he was looking at the old man. He had a wicked grin on his face

“Bout damned time”

And the old man was kissing him again, rough lips against his own with near bruising force. It was much more passionate and rougher then that little peck he had gotten what seemed like months ago. And certainly much longer because Vilkas suddenly found himself out of breath and realized that he had lost track of time, his mind blanking from the rough claiming.

The old warrior let him go to take in a gulp of air before crushing their mouths together again, this time tenderly lapping at Vilkas’ strangely oversensitive lips that sent little sparks down his spine. He tried to hold out, but the weird tingles running up and down his spine became too much. And the knight all too willingly let the old warrior in, groaning at the first tangle of their tongues and the raw taste of the old man.

How had it come to this? Not that Vilkas was complaining, eagerly wrestling with Gunnar’s talent tongue, but hadn’t but a moment ago he was yelling at the old man for ruining his life? He was sure that he was, but the knight couldn’t quite think straight while Gunnar was almost devouring his mouth, eating up all the little groans and moans he was making.

Gunnar let him go again, a string of saliva connecting their reddened and slightly swollen mouths, and Vilkas would have whined from the loss had he not realized that he was out of breath again. He panted, trying to get air into his lungs, and was strangely satisfied with how deep Gunnar’s breathing was. He would have liked to see the old warrior a bit more flustered, and even leaned forward for another kiss.

But Gunnar abruptly kissed his forehead like a child and then stepped away, robbing Vilkas of the warmth and his presence.

“Sorry to leave you hanging pup” Gunnar grinned, his face so much more lively then it had been in a while “But I’ve at least got to do right by Kodlak first”

And with that the old warrior was gone, leaving Vilkas to grab his scrambled thoughts. But at least he was sure of a few things.

Yes, he was still mad at Gunnar but at least now it was only reasonably so.

Yes, he loved that damned old man no matter what he did.

Yes, he had a rather pronounced father kink

Yes, that old man could kiss.

(sooo derpy author would have posted this yesterday but ended up falling asleep on the keyboard and woke up to about twenty pages of the letter R that author had to delete, and then author had a not quite so pleasant day and couldn’t get around to finishing it until late at night, so I hope you guys enjoy the kiss. Until next time my little kiddies!)

Awesome and beautiful chapter :D

Woot! Bout damned time indeed!
great chapter and can't wait for next update!

Finally...Vilkas was able to just let go. I love where this is going, I want Kodlak to be happy and clean. I'm glad Vilkas was finally able to release those pent up emotions he's always carrying around with him. Skjor's loss is bad enough but Vilkas having to say goodbye to Kodlak is just too painfull to fathom. This has got to be the best fill I've every read on this website, the Anon author has engaged me emotionally in ways no others have been able to do. This well written story has evoked strong emotions in me, you anon Author have achieved something rare, you've woven a story that is well crafted and balaced with very sensitive protrayals of both Vilkas and Gunnar. I've enjoyed reading it so far and I hope whatever Kodlak's fate is you will continue to entertain us readings with this great story. Thank you so much...:-) BTW I've been trying to post as myself but It doesn't work for some reason but oh well... I've been the one begging for Kodlak to be spared so I hope the old man is at the wedding of these two..hint, hint :-)

wow, i dont think ive ever seen vilkas anguish like this... its beautiful
cant wait for the next update!

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