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1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Tandoril didn't know what to make of Aicantar's affection. It had taken him a long time to realize what it was, the smoldering gaze, the accidental touches that lingered a little too long, and now it had him thoroughly confused. Deciphering the intricacies of the minds and bodies of others was not something he had much experience in. Tandoril was a necromancer with an interest in insects and botany. He spent much of his time wandering the wilds, and, until now, he had spent little time thinking about sex and even less about love.

It wasn't until recently that a keen physical hunger had begun to stir within him. It seemed to be mostly Aicantar's fault. Tandoril had heard all young elves went through a stage of insatiable desire but he'd read of people who never felt desire at all, and complacently assumed he himself was one of those. Now everything had changed. Though his knowledge of the act was miniscule, his mind was filled with abstract fantasies: hands groping over curves or muscle, wet lips sucking and kissing, glistening skin, bodies moving together with heat and urgency.

At first he decided to ask Aicantar outright if he was interested; while Tandoril knew nothing where it came to sex, he was in most other parts of his life straightforward and self assured. But that morning a thought occurred to him.

"What if I'm not attractive?"

He had rented a pair of rooms, originally intending to study the strange mosses and mushrooms found in Dwemer ruins, and had spent a few months in Aicantar's presence before becoming aware of the changes in their friendship. Now he studied his reflection in the mirror minutely, frowning slightly. He wore a robe that was rather too large for him. It made him look thin. Too thin? His nose was narrow and his face had an angular, fine boned appearance. His eyes were large and green under the slight arch of his brows. Someone had once said he always looked intrigued.

"I wonder if they meant witless," he murmured gloomily.

His hair was long, white gold like most Altmer, but worn pinned up in a messy twist. Thongvor always said it was housewife hair. Tandoril always had ignored him, but what if the Nord was right? Moreover, how could he ask Aicantar anything now that he was assailed with all this uncertainty? He decided to ask someone after breakfast.

*
Hreinn was busily tidying the stairs when the eccentric Altmer boarder swept down the stairs, wearing a flowing robe of dark silk, looking, with his flossy light hair in it's bizarre twist, like some kind of fey out of a child's tale.

"Hreinn! Goodmorning."

"Oh, hello. Off to your studies, I guess?"

"Soon. I need to ask you a question."

"Go ahead."

"Am I--do I look, you know, desirable?" Tandoril sounded rather anxious.

Hreinn was taken aback. If he had to judge, the elf was nice looking enough. A little too exotic a man for his tastes, though definitely not ugly. But it was such a strange question. The elf was very straightforward, and it constantly caught the young Nord off guard. So he only said,

"I--don't know much about that stuff, you know. Sorry."

Tandoril sighed tragically. "Niether do I."

*

1/?

[(Anonymous)]

By afternoon that day, Tandoril had not gotten anything done. Now that he was frustrated and uncertain it was far more difficult to concentrate properly on anything. He stumbled over words when he spoke and air when he moved, dropped things, and blushed every time Aicantar spoke or got close to him.

"Whatever is the matter with you?" Aicantar demanded at last, grabbing Tandoril's wrist just short of him knocking over a few delicate pieces of deconstructed Dwemer machinery.

"I--I, that is, you--"

"Are you sick? Your face is flushed. It has been most of the afternoon."

Aicantar was frowning with concern now rather than annoyance, and the grip he had on the wrist grew gentle as he laid a hand on Tandoril's forehead.

"You're warm, but not feverish." Their faces inches apart, he studied the other elf's nervous expression for a moment, and smiled, only kindly, but it made Tandoril's heart beat quicker. "Don't rush," he said, stepping away, turning back to his research. "It's not like studying plants or insects. They're not going to rot. Feel free to take time to appreciate the nuances of their construction."

All this advice was lost on the poor sorcerer. Just the proximity of the other elf had him hot and frustrated. Inconveniently he was half hard, and flushed now with embarrassment as well as arousal. It was such a strange situation; he felt so confused, so wanting, so out of his depth that for a moment he had absolutely no idea how to proceed. He sat at the desk and looked at the schematics and sketches, hoping their clean mechanical nature would calm him. It didn't.

"Aicantar," he said suddenly. "Aicantar, I want you, I can think of nothing else."

The other elf had been busily tinkering with the gadgets on the desk, but the noise behind him abruptly stopped. The silence was agonizing and he hung his head, wishing he could take back his words.

"This is sudden. But not unwelcome. For the longest time you seemed to be totally unaware of how you look, of the effect you have on people...and on me. I've been trying to show you, in roundabout ways, and in truth, I was wondering if you'd ever catch on. But enough of this. My quarters are in the next room, if you're willing."

Tandoril looked up at the other elf, who was leaning on the table, grinning naughtily down at him. "I've never done this before. I don't know anything."

"I can teach you. We can see what you like." He leaned over and kissed Tandoril, gently at first, then slowly pressing apart the lips with his tongue, running his fingers over the other man's jaw, and into the hair, carefully pulling out the pins and letting the locks down. Tandoril was much too surprised to do anything; he had not expected kissing to be so arousing--it had always looked somewhat awkward and sloppy whenever he'd seen it done. Aicantar pulled away and asked,

"Enjoying yourself so far?"

"You're--you seem really good at that. Can we do it again?" All his usual eloquence had left him.

"We'll do so much more. Come on. To my room, before some guard or researcher walks in on us."

Re: 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Ahhh, this is so adorable! *flails* And I'd been hoping for Aicantar when I read the prompt! I hope the OP is happy, because I certainly am!

Re: 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

YES, AICANTAR IS IN THE HOUSE!!!
Oh Anon, I'm loving this and can't wait to see what Aicantar will teach Tandoril. X3

Tandoril is so adorably awkward and sweet! It was so cute how he was getting flustered with realising Aicantar's want for him then getting himself all dressed up and, oh heck he's such a sweetheart.

Are you by chance the lovely Anon who wrote the Lendri/Teldryn series? I recognised your style in posting your stories.

PS - not OP but a big fan of Aicantar and now Tanodril~

Re: 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

Aye, I am indeed Lendri!Anon. It's different writing someone who's shy and inexperienced, because for all his eccentricity Lendri does know his way around a bedroom. The next part of this story is in the works :]

Re: 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

YES!!! Please do post soon sweet, dearest Anon!