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Old Scales 38d/42
Date: 2013-03-30 04:36 am (UTC)“You’re telling me that all this trouble is because I named Gunnar Harbinger?” Kodlak suddenly growled.
Realizing that he had struck that one raw never in Kodlak’s old body, Vilkas nodded obediently.
“You’re supposed to be the smart one!” Kodlak snapped.
“Yeah… but I’m”
“Say you’re not good enough again” Kodlak actually sat up and glared at Vilkas “I. Dare. You”
Vilkas pressed his lips closed.
“It’s quite obvious you two have a connection, that there’s something there” Kodlak said firmly “And you just… ignore it because I made Gunnar harbinger?”
Vilkas wanted to protest, but he was sure that one more remark would likely lead to his demise, so he just nodded stiffly.
“Dear gods, where did I fail? That poor man, who’s already stressed about being Harbinger, has been having nightmares left and right because of the stress and just the other day he came to me in tears, IN TEARS! Because he thinks you hate him for something he did! He’s now kicking himself around because he thinks it’s his fault for you hating him again”
Each word hurt, but it made the knight think of how his dumb line of thought was hurting Gunnar.
“…” Vilkas bit back tears.
Kodlak sighed.
“Do you love him?” Kodlak asked with surprising softness.
“…yes” Vilkas muttered.
“Are you willing to make things right?”
“Good, go clean up, eat, get your damned armor on and get ready to go” Kodlak ordered firmly.
“…Kodlak?”
“Trust me, I have a plan” Kodlak said.
(So a few things. One, this is now on FF.net and is going under heavy edits, so if you guys wanna check it out ^^ Second, A!A has a bit of a confession to make... I've never written smut before... >.> So I guess I'm off to read lots of slash smut to study ^uO! Until next time my pups!)
Re: Old Scales 38d/42 A!A here!
Date: 2013-03-30 05:47 am (UTC)A!A out!
Re: Old Scales 38d/42
Date: 2013-03-31 12:30 am (UTC)Can't wait for next update!
Re: Old Scales 38d/42
Date: 2013-04-01 12:58 am (UTC)(please update soon)
Re: Old Scales 38d/42
Date: 2013-04-01 03:36 pm (UTC)I can see where Vilkas is coming from though in his decisions
Cant wait for the next update!
Old Scales 39a/42
Date: 2013-04-01 08:33 pm (UTC)He sat numbly, idly twiddling his thumbs until Kodlak showed up again from outside. He was still dressed casually, probably forever would be since the old man had retired and would likely never again have the strength to go into battle, and holding a familiar looking piece of paper.
“A…job?” Vilkas asked in utter disbelief.
“Yes” Kodlak said, handing him the piece of paper.
The knight had no idea what the old man was thinking, so he stuffed it into his pocket and was about to leave when Kodlak stopped him.
“With a friend”
Gunnar came through the backdoors, looking at a familiar piece of paper.
“Uh, Kodlak, I have no idea what a jaunt out to Bleak Falls Barrow is going to do to make me feel better” The old warrior muttered before looking up. He did a double take at Vilkas standing next to Kodlak.
Suddenly, all the pieces fell into place. Vilkas yanked out the piece of paper and pulled it open. Written across the surface in Kodlak’s surprisingly neat hand was ‘Bleak Falls Barrow, clear out the bandits’.
The knight groaned.
“No lip you two, get to it” Kodlak ordered firmly “And you two better not come back until everything is sorted out”
Kodlak started heading back to his room but as the two eyed each other wearily, Vilkas could have sworn that his sharp hearing picked up Kodlak say
“And I don’t mean just the job”
~*~
The walk too was tense and silent.
It was like they were intensely aware that the other was there and there were a hundred things to say, but something was stopping them.
It was so strange that people stopped and stared at the two as they passed. The old warrior wasn’t laughing, joking or teasing the younger Nord. Vilkas was blushing, laughing back or fighting a smile for the older Nord. No, the two glowered at the ground, sadness obvious in their eyes and frustration obvious on the lines of their mouth.
It was actually rather sad to see.
Sure, almost everyone wanted a piece of Gunnar. But people could see when the old warrior and the knight were together that there was something there. And to see the two like this meant that something had gone wrong.
Sure, there were those shallow minded people that wanted to make the move on Gunnar now that it seemed that he and Vilkas weren’t going to make it, but right now it seemed they were on their way to a job, and that meant someone or something some where needed to be saved.
There were a few more kind individuals that couldn’t help but wonder, where were the saviors for those two?
~*~
“You said that you had been here before?” Vilkas found his mouth asking.
“Yes” Gunnar muttered.
“Why do you think bandits would come back?”
“Don’t know” Gunnar said before sighing “Idiots”
“Right” Vilkas agreed in more ways than one.
The two continued their trek, climbing up the steep cliff that led to the ancient ruins. When they finally saw the impressive stone structure and the stone steps that led up to it, they took out their respective weapons.
They struck down the few bandits guarding the steps and then faced the giant stone doors.
“I wonder what this place was once used for” Vilkas mused as Gunnar forced open the doors.
“Dragon worship” Gunnar bluntly replied “All races once bent their knees to those overgrown lizards”
“…Oh”
They went inside and killed the few bandits within the first chamber and then moved lower, killing anything that got in their way, including skeevers and few stray spiders.
“Good thing Farkas didn’t come” Gunnar noted.
“Hmm”
They continued onwards until they hit a puzzle door. Gunnar went to the side to spin the pillars so they faced the right way and Vilkas stood by the lever to open it.
How’d it come to this? The knight thought miserably. He really did want the older man… now he couldn’t even look the man in the eyes without feeling guilty. Gods, why’d he do that to Gunnar? The old man had finally shown interest and then… Vilkas pushed him away. He was finally ready to go at the older Nord and then… he messed up. And all without even bothering to think of how deeply it might hurt the old warrior.
Where... why had it gone so wrong?
Old Scales 39b/42
Date: 2013-04-01 08:38 pm (UTC)Now here they were and Vilkas couldn’t bring himself to say anything. They were alone weren’t they? Why couldn’t he get the courage to say ‘I was an idiot, forgive me?’ Why couldn’t he even admire the way the older Nord’s muscles moved as he struggled to move the pillars?
“Alright… almost… have it”
The knight was so preoccupied with his self loathing that he only heard ‘have it’ and reached out and pulled the lever back.
There was a heavy and ominous thunk.
“Huh? Shit! Look out!”
Vilkas managed to start stumbling back just as the ancient trap set off, spraying the area that Vilkas was standing with poisonous darts. However he couldn’t luck out, as a dart struck the ground and ricocheted upward and stuck in Vilkas’ thigh.
“Shit” He grunted, falling backward.
Sure, his beast blood could burn through most diseases, but this was a highly potent poison on a rusty dart tip. He was down and feeling dizzy within seconds. His skin broke out in a cold sweat before Gunnar even kneeled by his side.
“Shit, Vilkas that was stupid” He growled, pushing the skirt like part of the knight’s armor out of the way, plucking the dart from the knight’s thigh without tenderness and placing a glowing hand on the small wound.
But Vilkas knocked that hand away.
“You don’t need to do that” Vilkas managed, his vision tripling.
“Yes, you do” Gunnar said, pressing his hand back against Vilkas’ thigh.
The knight felt the warmth of Gunnar’s hand, the strength that kept it there, and blood started to rush somewhere it shouldn’t have.
With renewed strength, Vilkas pushed the older Nord away.
“I…said I’m fine” Vilkas growled.
Suddenly the old man was on him, pinning him down with all his weight and strength, his large hands pinning Vilkas’ shoulders and his legs pinning the knight’s own legs.
“Hold still you stubborn child!”
Vilkas felt blood fully rush the wrong way and his face turned beat red.
“G-Get off” He mumbled weakly.
“Not until I’m done” Gunnar growled.
He shifted a bit until he could free one hand, and that one hand reached behind him to grab Vilkas’ wounded thigh again. Only Gunnar didn’t bother looking behind to make sure he hit his mark, he was too busy studying Vilkas’ beat red face, brow crinkled a bit in thought.
So, when the old warrior’s fingers accidently brushed against the erection straining against Vilkas’ thick trousers, it wasn’t really surprising when Vilkas gasped and Gunnar’s eyebrows shot up.
“…Vilkas?” Gunnar asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
Vilkas’ face turned a brighter, hotter shade of red.
“…What the hell? I thought you hated me!” Gunnar yelped, though his fingers continued just barely brushing the bulge.
Vilkas needed to take in several calming breaths before he could manage anything.
“…I… could never hate you…I, ugh, just… I”
“…Then you ignoring me?”
“…I… didn’t think I was… good enough for the Harbinger of the Companions” Vilkas muttered.
“…”
“B-besides, you’re always teasing me like a child! And y-you’re so fatherly like, and for someone you’re age you sure are reckless and brass!” Vilkas sputtered, trying not to concentrate on growing discomfort of his straining erection.
“…You’re saying that my oldness puts you off?” Gunnar asked innocently, still not removing his fingers.
“No! No…” Vilkas confessed, face burning.
“…So you don’t hate me?”
The knight nodded.
The old warrior stared at the blushing knight for a solid minute, his expression unreadable.
What could the old warrior be thinking?
~*~
So smut next! I will have it out in a couple of hours or tomorrow! I WILL! (a!a may or may not be on a massive sugar rush from Easter candy) Also, my art friend lost the pic, so you guys wills have to wait on that ones. UNTIL NEXT TIME MY PUPS!
PS If I were to write an unprompted Gunnar/Ulfric (when they were much younger and probably nothing more then hot, sweaty, drunken groping and feeling) one shot thing, how many of y'all would read it?
Re: Old Scales 39b/42
Date: 2013-04-01 09:59 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 39b/42
Date: 2013-04-01 11:03 pm (UTC)lotslotslotslotslotslots
Re: Old Scales 39b/42
Date: 2013-04-02 12:59 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 39b/42
Date: 2013-04-02 02:33 am (UTC)Old Scales 40/42
Date: 2013-04-02 01:49 am (UTC)The two stared at each other for a long moment.
“G-Gunnar?” Vilkas asked.
Gunnar didn’t respond, his good eyes still eyeing Vilkas’ burning face.
“Gunnar?”
And suddenly Vilkas found he couldn’t breathe. But not because of a tidal wave of dark emotions crushing his chest. No, it was because Gunnar was now laying flat atop him, his bigger and warmer body pinning the knight down, his mouth pressed against the knight’s in a fevered kiss.
Rough lips pressed against his own for a moment before a warm tongue licked along the tight, confused seam that Vilkas’ mouth had become until finally the knight couldn’t handle the strangely sensitive tingles that shot through his body and yielded. And then suddenly that warm tongue was in his mouth, swiping around to taste every nook and cranny, wrap around his own tongue in a show of dominance, and just filling his mouth with the natural taste of the old warrior.
And then of course his body chose then of all times to remind him that he was still poisoned, his head pulling away and his wet mouth gasping for air and his eyes swimming in their sockets.
“W-wait, poison” He panted as Gunnar’s hot mouth kissed and nipped at his neck.
“Huh?” Gunnar hummed against the red marked skin “Oh, oh! Shit!”
Suddenly the warmth of Gunnar’s body was gone and the old warrior was moving the knight’s legs part. Vilkas swore to find out how in the name of Oblivion the man moved so quickly, right after the old man was done with what he was doing between his legs.
“Sorry pup, just I was sooo relieved to hear that you don’t hate me” Gunnar grinned, his smile probably the brightest and most beautiful thing Vilkas had seen in his life.
The old warrior lifted up the wounded thigh in his glowing hands and Vilkas felt the tingling warmth of the healing spell, only inspiring more discomfort on his end.
“And seeing your cute blushing face is making it really hard to think straight” Gunnar nearly purred before removing one of his hands to inspect the damage.
On his end he would have seen the almost completely healed pink mark, on Vilkas’ end he would have realized that he was no longer dizzy, however he was blushing so hard that he couldn’t tell if he was no longer feverish or not.
“G-Gunnar” He groaned.
The old warrior smirked before yanking the knight’s thigh up until he was forced to shift his weight onto his shoulders. Then ever so lightly, Gunnar was pressing his warm lips against the still hot mark, the roughness of his lips against the still healing skin too much for the knight, who couldn’t help but buck his hips, hard.
“No more, I can’t, I need” Vilkas babbled.
Suddenly one of the old warrior’s hand was pressed against his crotch, warm hand against Vilkas’ burning erection. Whatever the knight was about to babble out next died in his throat, it crawled backwards when that warm hand gave his clothed erection a rough stroke.
“I see” Gunnar purred.
Suddenly he was gone, standing up, and then he was scooping up the knight damsel style and carting them out the way they had come with surprising speed considering he was carrying a full grown man in full armor.
“H-hey! Want about the job?!” Vilkas yelped, unashamedly wrapping his arms around the old warrior’s neck as he dashed for the front door.
“Are you really concerned about that?” Gunnar chuckled against his ear, hand darting down to squeeze Vilkas’ thigh suggestively.
“N-no, but”
The knight was silenced with another spine melting and erotically wet kiss, to which he was only let go when Gunnar was sure he’d come away breathless.
“Cause right now, all I can think about is fucking you silly pup” Gunnar growled possessively against the breathless knight’s ear.
The knight could only blush hard as he fought to regain his breath.
Old Scales 40b/42
Date: 2013-04-02 01:56 am (UTC)“Hmm” She hummed before going and seeking Kodlak.
The huntress found the retired warrior sitting outside, enjoying a conversation with Athis and some light drinks. Alea had the patients, and the painful memories of that beat down Kodlak had handed her, to wait until there was a break in the quiet talk to speak up
“Kodlak, where’s Gunnar and Vilkas?” She asked.
“Hmm, those two?” Kodlak mused.
“Yeah, I haven’t seen those two since this morning” Athis noted.
“Let’s see… it’s almost evening so” Kodlak hummed, taking a thoughtful drink of his wine “So… they should be fucking about now”
It took several minutes for the two to comprehend what the retired warrior had just said.
“T-they’re what?” Alea gaped.
“You heard me”
Athis started laughing so hard that his face became a much darker grey while Alea stood there and gaped like a landed fish and Kodlak just smiled and took another drink of his wine.
~*~
“R-really? Here?” Vilkas hissed, through his teeth as Gunnar kicked in the door to the Sleeping Giant Inn.
“Well it was here or walk to Whiterun” Gunnar smirked before landing a kiss on Vilkas’ cheek and squeezing up high on his thigh, next to the unrelenting erection the knight was sporting “And could you have quite honestly waited that long?”
Vilkas only bit back a moan as Gunnar walked right over to the room they had rented what seemed like months ago and tossed the knight onto the bed.
“H-hey!” Delphine yelled from outside.
Gunnar stormed right out and, from where Vilkas could see as he tried to right himself, deposited a heavy coin bag on the counter.
“This… is much more than ten septuims” The man said.
“For all the noise we’re gonna make” Gunnar grinned as Vilkas’ face burned bright. It only worsened as the man nodded and placed the coin bag under the counter.
“Alright, the room’s yours for a day”
Gunnar grinned, and ignoring Delphine, came right back to the room. He slammed the door shut and jammed the chair against it to keep that annoying Breton away. And then he turned around gave Vilkas a very lecherous grin.
“Got you to myself pup” He practically growled.
Vilkas swallowed thickly.
~*~
“You’re telling me that you sent those two out, knowing that they would make up and then fuck?” Alea asked, finishing up her seventh mead.
“Yes” Kodlak smiled
“You’re a devious old man” Alea slurred.
“I am”
Athis was still trying to control his laughter and couldn’t help but giggles as Alea reached for another drink.
“Come on Alea, don’t think about the sweaty, passionate sex those two are having right now” Athis giggled “Think about how you lost your chances at Gunnar to Vilkas, a man”
Alea shot Athis such a dirty look that the dark elf managed to squirt mead out his nose with hoe hard he laughed.
“I lost to Vilkas… I gonna beat his ass when he gets back”
“If Gunnar hasn’t fucked it raw by now” Athis giggled.
Alea shot her mead bottle next.
(working at this... bit by bit... by bit)
Old Scales 40c/42
Date: 2013-04-02 02:54 am (UTC)“You telling me you don’t like it rough?”
“I… ouch, careful! Go slower!”
“I’m enjoying it too much”
“Gunnar!”
The old warrior looked up the series of buckles he had managed to yank open and playfully scowled at the knight.
“What, I’m still undressing you and you’re already complaining?” He smirked cheekily.
“You’re yanking on my clothes, so yes I’m complaining” Vilkas snapped back.
“Because I want your body!” Gunnar grinned, making Vilkas blush harder “So help me get it out of this damned armor”
Vilkas only grumbled before helping, undoing some of the buckles that stumped the older man, his fingers shaking as he worked the buckles open. Coupled with Gunnar’s much steadier and eager hands, they managed to get all his armor and that only left his protective underclothing.
“Now these I can get you out of” Gunnar growled before stripping the knight’s pants in the blink of an eye.
“H-hey! What about you? You’re still in your armor?” Vilkas managed, pulling his legs up against his chest.
“Fine” Gunnar playfully sighed.
He leaned back and started unbuckling his armor, putting on a bit of a show for the half dressed Vilkas. Undoing a bit at a time, showing off a bit of his finely aged and toned body, giving the knight heated looks whenever the two met eyes.
Finally the man was down to his breechcloth, most of his glorious body free for the knight to devour.
“Now I’m gonna ask you this again” Gunnar growled, grabbing the knight and yanking him into a sitting position so he could rip the shirt he was wearing over his head. The old warrior took Vilkas’ hands and pressed them against his warm chest “See something you like pup?”
Too flustered to recall the question that he had been asked so long ago, Vilkas simply enjoyed the feel of hot skin under his fingertips, the unique texture that age, sun and battle had given Gunnar’s skin, the few faint scars that barely marred the golden glory before him.
Oh gods and the smell, something like musk, leather, sweat and arousal. It was too tempting, because Vilkas leaned forward and buried his face in the throat of the old man, savoring the potent smell, the feel of that skin against the sensitive skin of his face, the pleased little noises Gunnar made at the base of his throat as Vilkas’ beard tickled the skin.
The knight couldn’t help but reach out and lick at the warm skin, taking in the taste of that delicious smelling skin. It was something appreciated as the old warrior let out a satisfied grunt, so the knight did it again, and again and again until he was shoved onto his back and a very horny old man laid himself atop him.
“Time for the main course” Gunnar lecherously smiled.
And his mouth was attacking Vilkas’ skin, placing wet kisses and sharp nips, leaving aching, red patches of skin behind in his wake. He made sure to give each of the knight’s nipples a quick nip, making Vilkas buck and moan against the larger body atop him in pleasure, trace each well defined abdominal muscle with his tongue, diving his tongue into Vilkas’ belly button.
“I suppose now would be as good a time as any” Gunnar murmured against Vilkas’ waist, watching the knight’s chest rise and fall with each quickened breath before giving a playful tugging at the knight’s breechcloth with his teeth “If you’ve done this before?”
“Huh?” Vilkas mumbled, mind too focused on the hot breath leaking through his breechcloth.
“Sex with a man pup” Gunnar grinned, enjoying his handiwork.
“Um…a few times” Vilkas managed.
“Mmm… how about bottoming?” Gunnar practically purred.
“Oh… two and a… half times”
…
Gunnar sat up and gave him a solid stare.
“Two and a half times?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Vilkas flushed.
“Umm… a drunken fling, a fumble with a soldier on his way to war… and a horrid attempt at it with a passing hunter” Vilkas mumbled.
“…That last one… he’s dead right?” Gunnar asked seriously.
“Umm… last I checked no” Vilkas muttered, having the feeling that the hunter had better high tail it to Oblivion.
“Then after I’m done making sure you forget all those other guys, I’m gonna track down that hunter and kill him myself”
For some reason, he was reminded of an enraged father, and the thought made Vilkas want the old man all the more.
(and bit by bit by bit...)
Old Scales 40d/42
Date: 2013-04-02 11:51 pm (UTC)“Cheer up Alea” Athis said, tossing the huntress another empty bottle to toss.
“WHY?!” She drunkenly wailed, tossing the bottle with enough force that it shattered on the dummy’s wooden shield.
“I’ve got nothing, but you’re causing a ruckus” Athis chuckled.
Alea stumbled over to him and jabbed a finger at him.
“You sir, are an ass” She slurred.
“And you’re a drunken lout” He retorted.
~*~
It took a few moments of fumbling on Gunnar’s part to find his little bottle of lube, as Vilkas was exceptionally against the use of the little dish of Troll Fat Gunnar had stashed away, and then the old warrior was ready to start prepping him, a lubed finger slowly rubbing against the knight’s entrance in tantalizing little circles. His other hand wrapped around Vilkas’ erect penis in a hope to make it a bit easier on the younger Nord.
“Ready for this pup?”
Vilkas swallowed and nodded, and Gunnar carefully pushed forward.
Vilkas couldn’t help but hiss from the initial penetration, after that last horrid attempt at bottoming for another man he had avoided it until now so he had tightened up a bit, and it didn’t help that Gunnar had rather thick and callused fingers. But after a few experimental trusts to loosen him up, the knight gritting his teeth from the slight burn of stretched muscles, Gunnar had found the one magical spot that had Vilkas seeing stars and moaning loudly. And after Gunnar had found it he started giving it a few jabs as he worked on loosening his little knight up.
“So, you’re not put off by my age?”
Vilkas blinked twice, trying to comprehend what the old warrior was saying when there was a hand stroking his erection and lubed finger thrusting in and out of his ass.
“N-now?!” He finally managed.
“Well, the curiosity is killing me” Gunnar purred.
Vilkas started panicking. After all they had been through, would the old warrior be able to handle the confession that Vilkas found him attractive for his fatherly traits? Would that kill the mood?
A jab to that magical spot sent his thoughts scattering and forced a rather loud and embarrassing moan from him. He could physically feel himself twitch hard in Gunnar’s hand.
“Well pup?” Gunnar pressed.
“I…” Vilkas panted.
By the Nine this man had poor timing!
“I… like that you’re older” Vilkas mumbled.
“Oh?” Gunnar grinned cheekily.
However, before Vilkas could come up with a well thought out and witty retort, the old warrior slipped a second finger besides the first. And then the only thing Vilkas could do was moan again, possibly louder than the first time, face burning. The old man began thrusting his fingers in and out steady, stopping to scissor and pull apart a bit, all loosening the knight up more and more.
If the old man kept going like that, he was gonna
Gunnar pressed down hard on that spot with both fingers and Vilkas gave a shout as he came all over the old man’s hand and his stomach. The knight became a boneless mess as it all dribbled out, panting rather loudly. Damn, he came, did that mean it was over?
Apparently not as Gunnar planted another kiss on Vilkas’ panting mouth before rearranging them a bit, sitting up and pulling the knight’s thighs over his own so that the knight’s ass was pressed against his crotch.
The old warrior only gave Vilkas another heart melting kiss, strangely causing another build up of pleasure to form despite having just spent himself, before Gunnar lean back with a rather cheeky grin. And then he was gently pressing against Vilkas’ ready entrance, the hot head lodging in the ready hole.
When they had shucked their underwear before, Vilkas had been thankful that the older man was well built but not monstrous in size. Sure, he was a bit bigger than the other men in his sex life before, but nothing that he couldn’t handle.
Gunnar gave him a wink before he pushed forward.
(A!A fell asleep on her computer last night and then woke up with some… EVIL bug, so sorry for the lateness of this!)
Old Scales 40e/42
Date: 2013-04-03 01:42 am (UTC)He felt so full and he could feel the heat of those couple inches, but at the same time he could feel the stinging burn of his muscles being stretched further then they were used to. And with the way the old man was kissing at his neck, brushing his rough hands over his chest and occasionally plucking at his peaked nipples, the pain mixed beautifully with the pleasure.
“So” Gunnar growled “You like older men eh?”
“Really?! Now?!” Vilkas panted.
Gunnar only grinned before bucking his hips forward, driving another inch or so into Vilkas’s hot depths.
“Like I said, the curiosity is killing me”
Still trying to regain his breath from the mere feeling of the man inside him, Vilkas had to take a moment to clear his mind enough to form an answer.
“Yes”
Gunnar grinned before bucking his hips again, full sheathing himself in the knight who grunted from the fullness. The old warrior let out an appreciative groan from the tight heat around him, squeezing him beautifully.
The old warrior let the knight take a few moments to adjust to him, letting his worn hands roam freely over the knight’s sweaty and heaving chest. His calloused fingertips traced every abdominal muscle each time each drawn in breathes deeply etched them into Vilkas’ muscular chest. He playfully plucked at the knight’s peaked points, each tug making Vilkas gasp and moan. He kneaded Vilkas’ heaving pectorals and then leaned forward to peck at the knight’s bobbing throat.
Finally ready, Vilkas writhed a bit, wiggling his hips in what he hoped would be an enticing manner that told the old man that he was ready for something more. And the old man obliged, pulling back a bit and then thrusting forward again, brushing that sweet spot and making Vilkas gasp.
“You know, a lot of people tell me that I remind them of their father” Gunnar grinned, pulling back only to thrust again.
Oh gods
“You don’t seem bothered by it” Another trust and Gunnar’s muscular hips smacked Vilkas’ ass, making the knight grunt and moan from the fullness.
“Now why’s that?”
He had to go there? Really? Now?
Another thrust forward, hips smacking his arse again only a bit harder, sent Vilkas’ thoughts scrambling. He couldn’t tell what was up or down anymore, let alone how to adequately word his fatherly kink so that Gunnar wouldn’t be put off.
“B-because”
Another thrust interrupted him and sent his thoughts scattering again. And before he could try again there was another and another, until Gunnar was pounding away at a fast and hard rhythm. Then the delicious friction of his insides being rubbed and the static sparks of his pleasure spot being struck again and again made it hard to form any thought at all other then moaning and begging for more.
“Because?” Gunnar pressed, licking his lips.
Vilkas threw him a dirty look that didn’t last long from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Because?”
The knight bit back his moans for a moment, just to shut the old man up. Dammit, if he wanted to know and ruin the mood then it was his own damn fault.
“Because… I see you” Vilkas panted.
Gunnar started thrusting harder, angling himself to hit that sweet spot more often and harder, making it really hard for the knight to finish his thought process.
“You see me as?”
A particularly hard thrust made Vilkas moan loud and long.
“Well pup?”
“As… a…ah”
Shit, he was too close. One too many thrusts to that sweet spot. Vilkas felt that he was going to lose it, even after coming once already. Gods, if the man kept going like that
A sweet and tender hand cupped his cheek and gently turned Vilkas to face the old man.
“Can’t quite hear you son, speak up” Gunnar grinned.
And that did it, hearing the old man call him son did it for Vilkas. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He felt himself twitch once and then felt the hot spray of his own cum on his stomach
“FATHER!” He shouted.
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Date: 2013-04-03 02:30 am (UTC)Vilkas basked in the afterglow of his orgasm for a moment, enjoying the hot and sweaty body pinning him for a moment and the strange but pleasant boneless feeling of post coital-bliss… before he realized what he had just done.
He just confessed to finding Gunnar’s fatherly traits sexually appealing. And he had just gone with it. Maybe the old man had ignored it in favor of release? Just gone with it? Then… did he get off on people finding him sexy for his fatherly traits?
So many questions were buzzing around in the knight’s skull that he hardly noticed the tender kissing being placed on his neck until there was a gentle nip thrown in the mix. And that got his attention.
“Huh?” He managed. Damn, he wasn’t going to have a voice in a few hours.
“You alright pup? I was going a bit rough there” Gunnar murmured against his throat.
“Yeah” Vilkas muttered.
Gunnar propped himself up on his arms to give the knight a cocked eyebrow.
“Did I disappoint?” He asked.
“No… Oblivion no” Vilkas said, reaching up to touch the old warrior’s stubble covered cheek. Gunnar turned and nuzzled Vilkas’ palm.
“Then what’s the problem?” Gunnar asked.
“Um… what I said…”
“Oh, that, no problem” Gunnar grinned.
“…You have no problem that I think of you as a fatherly figure or that I find your fatherliness damn sexy?” Vilkas asked in utter disbelief.
“That? Nah, definitely not the strangest thing I’ve heard” Gunnar smiled “Nor the strangest kink I’ve encountered”
“Not the strangest?”
“Absolutely not” Gunnar plopped down next to him, head propped up on one arm so he could smirk down on his knight.
“I have to tell you about this party I had while I was traveling in Morrowind, well I guess it was just an impromptu orgy then anything, a whole bunch of Dunmer were there, and yes I know it’s rather shocking that there were dark elves there, and damn did they think up of the kinkiest stuff, I quite honestly think I was screwing this one girl with her father at one point”
And Vilkas only sighed as the old man went off on a story like he was telling a child a war story.
~*~
“I hope they enjoy each other! I don’t need anyone!!!” Alea roared, her cheeks a lovely red hue.
“You tell em girl!” Njada yelled back, having long since joined the party and long since drunk her sense away with the news of Gunnar’s and Vilkas’ renewed relationship.
“I can get off on my own! I don’t need that sexy man beast!!” Alea cried out into the night.
“…Kodlak, are you really sure that those two went at it?” Athis asked the smirking retired warrior.
“Yes”
“…Can’t you just tell them that you were lying? You know, before the guards come?”
“Now why would I want to do that?” Kodlak chuckled as Alea went on a garbled rant at the top of her lungs.
“…Oh by the Nine, you’re drunk too” Athis groaned.
“Maaaybe”
“…Hand me that mead will you?” Athis asked, “I think this is going to be a loooong night”
(and done! I did it, I really did it! Wither or not if it was any good or not is up to debate but meh! The next parts are just uberfluff and more Gunnar/Vilkas goodness. Until next time my pups!)
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Date: 2013-04-04 11:32 pm (UTC)Finally, he had the old warrior to himself, all to himself. There weren’t any secrets or silly feelings in the way. Now there was just them… and that strange father kink on Vilkas’ end.
He stretched his legs a bit and nuzzled his face deeper into Gunnar’s warm chest.
Yep, this was perfect.
Vilkas continued to slip in and out of a light slumber, as his continuously boiling beast blood would allow, until Gunnar yawned and started stirring. The old warrior stretched what he could without relinquishing his hold on the knight, but his arms did eventually leave the knight so he could stretch them out. Vilkas groaned from the loss of heat.
“Morning to you too” Gunnar chuckled sleepily.
Vilkas shifted around until he was looking at the smirking old warrior and just gave him a sleepy scowl.
“Morning” He grumbled.
Gunnar just grinned widely before capturing Vilkas’ face in his hands and pulling him closer for a spine tingling morning kiss.
“Actually… I think its late afternoon but…”
“It’s morning to us”
“Good point”
The two took a moment to work the stiffness out of their limbs before groggily getting up and getting dressed. It took a bit longer then it usually would have since Gunnar kept copping feels and Vilkas kept smacking the frisky old man. But eventually they got back into their armor. Though when Vilkas tried to stand he felt a bit of pain, to which Gunnar laughed and then helped him stand and kept him on his feet long enough to get used to the pain.
“When we get back to Jorvashkr I’ll let you sleep some more sonny”
Vilkas couldn’t help but blush from the nickname
“Seriously, sonny?”
“What? I think this one suits you so much more then pup”
“I think I like being called pup better”
“But this way I can make you squirm so much more”
“You are an evil old man”
“You’re the one that loves this evil old man”
Vilkas huffed before grabbing that cheeky old warrior around the back of his neck and craning his head down enough that Vilkas could steal a quick kiss.
“Yes I do, though I have no idea why”
“Please, who could resist all this?” Gunnar grinned.
“No one, but they better or they’ll have me to deal with”
“I think I rather like it when you get feisty”
“Perverted old man”
“Why yes I am”
Vilkas couldn’t help but smile.
Yep, it was definitely love or else he really had no idea how he would put up with this strange Nord.
When they left the room, the man behind the counter was expressionless but Delphine couldn’t even look them in the eye. Vilkas couldn’t help but blush when he recalled his little… loud confession. Gods, people were going to think that Gunnar and he were father and son… and that they were sleeping together.
Gunnar came to his rescue, throwing an affectionate arm around his shoulders and throwing a rather cheery smile at everyone that gave them looks.
“Don’t worry sonny” Gunnar said as they left the inn and started heading towards Whiterun “I’ll protect you… as if you were my own kin”
“You evil old bastard!” Vilkas groaned, burying his burning cheeks in his hands.
“You love me and you know it!”
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Date: 2013-04-04 11:34 pm (UTC)However everyone was pleasantly surprised to see the same old smiling and laughing Gunnar and a slightly flustered Vilkas with him. And it was visibly apparent that the two had made up and a bit more judging by the way Gunnar was beaming.
“Hello Companions!” He called.
There were groggy replies and a few people got up to greet the two and question where they went. And while Vilkas fumbled with a response, Gunnar had everything covered.
“We went out on a job together” Gunnar said simply.
“All night?” Ria asked.
“Actually we never finished the job” Gunnar grinned “We got distracted and had to run to the nearest inn”
“…You totally had sex didn’t you?” Athis sighed.
“What would make you say that?”
“Kodlak told us his plan”
There was a rather awkward silence for a moment before Gunnar turned to Vilkas.
“Kodlak ruined my big announcement”
“Y-you were going to tell them?!”
“I was gonna tell them that we made up” Gunnar smirked before grabbing Vilkas and pulling the flustered knight into a rather sloppy and long kiss much to the cringe of the Companions watching.
“And then” Gunnar said when he let the breathless knight go “I was gonna tell them we did it”
There were some grumbles and even money exchanging hands as Gunnar beamed and Vilkas buried his face in his hands.
“I was right wasn’t I!?” Kodlak called as he came up the stairs.
“Yes” Four people sighed.
Was this the new normal?
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Date: 2013-04-07 01:48 am (UTC)Vilkas gritted his teeth and kept swinging at the old man, taking each bit of advice in without trying to think he was being trained by Gunnar, because then he would think about Gunnar’s fatherliness and he so didn’t want to deal with that while training.
“That’s right, keep at it sonny”
That nickname
Vilkas lunged aiming his sword at Gunnar’s bare stomach. The old man only grinned before shifting to the side, Vilkas’ sword just barely brushing Gunnar’s side instead. And with the knight’s lunge now in the old warrior’s favor, the old man took a step forward and Vilkas crashed into Gunnar’s chest. The shock of the impact caused him to lose his grip on his sword, which clattered to the ground as Gunnar wrapped his arms around Vilkas and pulled the knight into a tight hug.
“Close but not quite there sonny” Gunnar grinned.
“Dammit” Vilkas muttered.
“No need to be down sonny, you’re getting better” Gunnar grinned before leaning down to place a kiss on Vilkas’ forehead tenderly. The knight huffed indignantly.
“Right, you’re just using this to tease me”
“Maaaaaybe” Gunnar teased.
“You’re hopeless old man” Vilkas sighed, resting his head on his lover’s chest.
“You still love me though” Gunnar hummed happily into Vilkas’ hair.
“Yeah, yeah”
They enjoyed their embrace for a moment before Tovar, who had been watching the sparring match off to the side as he enjoyed his morning bout of drinking, drunkenly hollered
“Get a room!”
“No! We’re gonna make you all watch this!” Gunnar retorted, crushing Vilkas against his chest “Make you all witnesses to our burning passion!”
“I ain’t drunk enough for that!” Tovar whined.
“Then I suggest that you get on that!” Gunnar laughed.
Vilkas couldn’t help but smile. Only about a month together and everything seemed comfortable and normal again. Sure, Kodlak was getting worse day by day, but everyone knew his time was coming. Besides, Gunnar just kept everyone’s spirits up that no one could be bothered to think about such depressing things.
“Now sonny, let’s sit down for a moment” Gunnar smiled.
“Tired already old man?” Vilkas teased.
“Oh, someone looking to get a spanking?” Gunnar grinned lecherously before landing a rather hard smack on Vilkas’s trouser clad ass.
“Ouch! Dirty old man!”
“You bet your sweet ass sonny” Gunner grinned before dragging Vilkas to the stepping and giving him a playful push to send him on his smarting rump. Gunnar gave him such a warm and charming smile that Vilkas couldn’t be mad at him for long. Plus the absolute love in his eyes made the knight’s heart melt.
“…Actually I need to go grab something, sit tight sonny” Gunnar grinned before dashing back into Jorvashkr.
Vilkas blinked and then looked to Tovar for answers. The drunk just shrugged before going back to his mead, leaving Vilkas to wonder what in the world the old warrior was up to.
What could he possibly need so urgently?
The knight just sat there for a few moments, pondering about his lover, until the old man came back. However he came back outside so quietly that the knight had no idea where he was until the old warrior took his seat right behind Vilkas and wrapped one of his arms around the knight and landed a kiss on his ear.
“I’ve got something for you sonny” Gunnar purred against his ear.
“What is it?” Vilkas asked.
Gunnar moved his other arm into Vilkas’ field of vision. In his large, calloused hand was a familiar amulet.
“…Is that an amulet of Mara?” Vilkas asked, breathlessly.
“Aye sonny, does that mean you’re interested?” Gunnar asked.
“…Yes, until the Nine take us both”
“I love you Vilkas”
“I love you too Gunnar”
~*~
And finished! It’s done, it’s over! I hope you all loved it as much as I loved writing it! I would like to thank those that stuck it with me even when I was straying way off topic or just going on and on, you guys are amazing <3
Now I’m gonna go write some lovely crack for Gunnar about when his brother Einar visits and that unprompted Gunnar/Ulfric thing
*A!A rides off into the sunset, to be seen ~ soon…ish*
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Date: 2013-04-05 03:37 am (UTC)scene. All I saw was Samuel L Jackson in Pulp Fiction.