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Victor hurried to lift both of his hands in a gesture of innocence, then very slowly and deliberately lowered the one holding his spear until he could drop it on the ground.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”, he said, glad that the other seemed to speak the common tongue, “I’m just a traveller, passing through on my way to Claykeep.”
The other’s eyes narrowed, flashing bright amber at Victor, making him shudder. He had to be a falcas; Victor hadn’t encountered one of them before but the look of him was unmistakable. Greyish-blue skin, thick dark hair, and those eyes… the irises glowing unnaturally bright, the sclera pitch black, a sight that was both intriguing and disconcerting.
The falcas slowly lowered his bow, keeping a tight hold on the arrow even as he pointed it at the ground.
“Claykeep is that way”, he said, indicating with a nod of his chin perpendicular to the direction Victor had been traveling in.
Victor followed his gaze, then looked behind himself towards where he had come from.
“Is it? Damn, I must have gotten further off track than I thought.”
The falcas regarded him with a doubtful stare as if he was trying to determine whether Victor was lying or simply stupid. Victor had to admit he himself tended towards the latter as of right now.
“Why didn’t you stay on the road? It’ll take you straight to Claykeep, and it’s much safer, too.”
Victor lifted his shoulders in a shrug, trying for a disarming smile.
“I was trying but I kind of… got lost?”
The stranger did not seem impressed, frowning at him.
“How? It’s not like the road is easy to miss.”
“Ah…”, Victor scratched the back of his neck, sheepishly. “I kind of… walked off the road to follow nature’s call and then… I must have gotten turned around somehow because I couldn’t find it again.”
The falcas released the last of the tension in his bow, obviously having decided that Victor clearly wasn’t a threat.
“Are you a child?”, he asked, “Are you a literal child?”
Now it was Victor’s turn to frown.
“No? I’m an elf.”
The other gave a long-suffering sigh. “Yes. I can see that.” He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but then shook his head, closing it again. In the end, he just indicated a direction somewhere between where Victor had come from and where Claykeep supposedly lay.
“Keep that way and you’ll get back on the road.”
“Thank you”, Victor said, bending down to carefully pick up his spear again. He knew he should just turn and be on his way, but he couldn’t quite convince himself to go just yet. This was the first falcas he’d encountered, right at the edge of the Scarlet Valley, and he couldn’t help his fascination.
There were dark-skinned elves all over the Jade Forest, but he’d never seen anyone with a grayish-blue skin tone like this. Not to mention those eyes. He wondered if all falcas were this beautiful, with strong jaws and large eyes and actual flecks of gold on their skin. He couldn’t help but let his eyes flick over the falcas’ body, his limbs a lot more muscled and compact than the delicate gracefulness of the elves, more akin to those of the humans. Even though the falcas were a lot closer relations to elves than humans.
The stranger still looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to take his leave.
Victor blurted out the first question that came to his mind.
“Do you live here?”
The falcas looked around the underbrush surrounding them as if imagining anyone living here, among the squirrels and rabbits.
“I mean–”
“My village is a little ways south of here”, the falcas said, a reply clearly a dismissal in its vagueness.
But Victor wasn’t so easily deterred.
“And what are you doing out here?”
Again the falcas looked around as if to make sure of his surroundings, this time looking down at his own body clad in leather armor and the bow in his hand.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
It sounded less sarcastic than it sounded mystified and Victor wanted to slap himself.
“Uh, hunting?”
“Then I guess that’s what I’m doing.” Was that a note of relief in his voice?
Well, Victor was all out of questions.
“Well then”, he said, “that way, yes?” He pointed in the direction he seemed to remember the falcas indicating earlier. If he was being honest, it all looked kind of the same to him. As much as he knew the Jade Forest like the back of his hand and could navigate it blindfolded and thoroughly skunked, the unfamiliar trees and shrubberies here all seemed to blend into an indistinctive mass.
The stranger grimaced, looking pained, and then sighed again.
“Come on”, he mumbled, “I’ll take you back as far as the road.”
Yuuri gave up on finding any more game the moment he and the elf set off through the forest. Thanks to the clunk of his armour, the stranger was a lot less quiet than one would expect from someone with such a graceful and light-footed build.
Yuuri was sure any animal within a league of them was currently making a hasty retreat.
Well, the rabbits and pheasants he had hunted so far, stowed safely in his knapsack, would just have to suffice for now.
He ushered the elf ahead of him through the underbrush, unwilling to let him out of his sight. How he had managed to find his way so far from the trodden paths, into the depths of the thicket that no one but the hunters usually frequented, Yuuri would never know. But he was sure if he walked ahead he would at some point turn around and realise the stranger had gotten lost again.
No, better to walk behind him, even if his, admittedly beautiful, long swaying silver braid proved to be somewhat of a distraction.
They had been barely walking for a few minutes before the elf opened his mouth again, turning his head to speak to Yuuri over his shoulder.
“My name is Victor, by the way!”
Yuuri grunted in acknowledgement, and only when Victor didn’t turn back but kept looking at him over his shoulder, eyebrows raised expectantly, did he realise that perhaps a reply was expected from him.
“Yuuri”, he mumbled, if only so that Victor wouldn’t run into a tree.
A delighted smile spread on Victor’s face. “Really? There is a Yuri in my town, too!”
“Is that so?”
“I’ll have to tell him all about you.” Victor finally turned back around, actually watching where he was going, but the smile was still audible in his voice. “I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to hear of someone sharing his name, and a skilled hunter, too!”
Yuuri couldn’t quite help the quirk of his eyebrow.
“You don’t know if I’m skilled.”
“Oh, I’m sure of it!”, Victor said, waving his words away.
Shaking his head to himself, Yuuri just kept walking, determined to just drop the stranger off at the road as quickly as possible and be back on his way. If he wanted to make it to the road and back to his own village before nightfall, they would have to be swift.
Victor, however, seemed to have other plans. Every few strides he would slow down, peering at Yuuri over his shoulder in order to ask him another question–about his village, his family, his hunting. Yuuri tried to not be openly exasperated, giving answers as monosyllabic as he could get away with. He wondered if all elves were this talkative–and this nosy–or if this particular one was just special.
They had been traveling for a good hour, with Yuuri herding Victor along as best he could, when Victor’s questions turned ever more personal, asking about Yuuri’s lovers, past and current, which Yuuri staunchly refused to answer.
It seemed, though, that it was impossible to get the stranger to stop talking–but perhaps it was at least possible to get him to talk about himself instead of pestering Yuuri with questions.
“What do you want in Claykeep, anyway?”
“Oh.” That question, unexpectedly, seemed to subdue the elf somewhat. “Ah, I’m to pick something up for my uncle. An important artifact he needs for his work.”
Victor did not look back when he said this, and Yuuri kept his eyes fixed on the back of his head, trying to guess at his expression.
“What does your uncle do?”
“He’s an artificer.”
Yuuri hummed in acknowledgement. “I see.” He hesitated, but then couldn’t quite hold back his question. “If this artifact is so important, how come you’re traveling to pick it up all by yourself?”
At that, Victor cast another grin over his shoulder, challenging this time but not half as genuine as his earlier ones had been. Yuuri couldn’t quite help the thought that those had been a lot more beautiful, too.
“Do you think I can’t handle it?”
“Ah, I’m sure you can”, Yuuri hurried to reply, and it was true. Beyond his careless manner and the noise of his armour, there were plenty of indications that Victor was a skilled fighter. His steps were sure-footed and steady even in the thick underbrush, his grip on his weapon familiar and nimble. Underneath his tunic and the shells of his armour, his body was lithe and muscled, clearly powerful.
Yuuri had to keep his eyes from drifting downwards, appreciating the cut of his figure, more than once.
“Still”, he said, when the silence stretched just a bit too long. “That’s a long way to travel alone, especially somewhere you haven’t been before. Was there no one in your town who could accompany you?”
“Oh, they all have their own work to worry about”, Victor said with a shrug that felt less light-hearted than it was probably intended, “Besides, what else do you have a champion fighter for, if not to make dangerous journeys for you?”
Yuuri frowned to himself. Despite the words it did not sound like Victor was bragging. Unsure of what else to say, he lapsed into silence again.
Victor followed his example, but not for very long. It was only a few minutes before he opened his mouth again, another question ready on his lips.
“So what do you do when you’re not hunting, Yuuri?”
Yuuri hummed noncommittally. “I’m actually out hunting most days”, he said, “My parents run the inn in our village, so we always have need of fresh game.”
“Ah, so responsible”, Victor said, and Yuuri could hear the teasing grin in his voice. “But, come on, there must be something you like to do in your free time. Do you read? Whittle? Swim?”
Involuntarily, a small smile crept onto Yuuri’s face at Victor’s returning enthusiasm.
“I do quite like to swim”, Yuuri said, “We’re right by the river, so when we were young, my sister, my friends and I would often go for swims in the summer.”
Thinking back on it, Yuuri could almost hear their happy shrieks, the splashing of water, feel the heat of the sun on his skin. He did still sometimes take a swim for exercise, but how long had it been that he had just splashed around in the water for fun?
“Aaaand?”, Victor asked meaningfully, and Yuuri, thoughts still trailing after warm summer days spent by the shore, did not have the presence of mind to properly hold back his words.
“Mostly, I just dance.”
The words came out of his mouth before he’d really thought about them, and he was promptly rewarded with Victor stopping in his tracks before him, making Yuuri bump into his back.
“Sorry”, he mumbled, but Victor didn’t acknowledge his apology at all, instead whirling around and staring at Yuuri with wide, sparkling eyes.
“You dance?”
Yuuri suppressed a groan, but now the words were already out there.
“Uhm, yeah. There’s this woman in our village who used to dance in Claykeep and even traveled the continent to–anyway, she taught me since I was young.”
“I didn’t know falcas danced.”
Yuuri furrowed his brow, unsure if he should be offended or not, but before he could make up his mind, Victor already backtracked, raising his hands in a defensive gesture.
“I mean–that’s not… Not that I know anything about falcas culture, it’s just… People always say it’s so pragmatic. All about survival and improvement. I wouldn’t have thought that beauty had any place in it.”
Yuuri could feel his brows draw down further, one hand propped against his hip, the other gripping his bow tighter.
Victor’s eyes widened even more, seeing his reaction.
“That came out wrong–I just meant…”
“It’s not about beauty”, Yuuri interrupted him. “I don’t know what kind of dancing you know, but for us, dancing is about strength, about endurance. It’s about total control of your body.”
Victor stared at him, slack-jawed.
“Wow”, he finally whispered. “I… I’d quite like to see that.”
Yuuri scoffed. “Yeah, right…”
Victor opened his mouth to protest, but before he could even make a sound, something behind him caught Yuuri’s eye.
There was something moving in the underbrush.
Not even taking the time to curse, Yuuri reached behind himself to pull an arrow from his quiver, drawing his bow and letting the arrow fly before a single thought could form in his mind, all on pure instinct.
The arrow caught the creature mid-jump, making it stumble with a hiss before it could pounce on Victor’s back.
Victor was frozen in place, still wide-eyed after an arrow had whizzed right over his shoulder, but only for a second before his own instinct kicked in, making him jump off to the side, turning around and lifting the spear in his hand.
Yuuri was already reaching for another arrow. Now that the creature was out of the underbrush, he could recognise the distinct fur pattern of a camoose, and it was best to give it as little time to recover as possible. The first arrow had hit its belly, which Yuuri knew wouldn’t do much except to make it more angry, so this time he aimed for its neck.
Another arrow flew, but the camoose chose that exact moment to lower its head, brandishing its antlers in a threat, and the arrow deflected, useless, against the harsh bone.
And then it was charging, and Yuuri knew there was not enough time to draw his bow again. Dropping the useless wood unceremoniously on the forest floor, he reached for the knives strapped to his thigh, knowing full well that they did not give him enough reach to counter against the camoose’s antlers.
Already he saw himself impaled on the bone, but there was Victor, darting in from the side, momentarily forgotten as the camoose set its sights on Yuuri, and he made use of that lapse in attention, getting closer to the animal in light-footed strides. The silver head of his spear gleamed as he sliced along the camoose’s side, spattering blood on the ground and tearing a cry from the creature’s throat.
It whirled around, turning away from Yuuri to charge at Victor instead, but Victor danced easily out of its reach, drawing it here and there between the trees, all the while stabbing at it with his lance. One cut along its neck and another, and the camoose hissed again, but now Yuuri had resheathed his knives and picked up his bow, drawing another arrow.
Taking a deep breath, he centered himself, and this time, his aim was true. The arrow buried itself in the camoose’s throat and its hiss turned into a gurgle as the creature turned away to run from both of them, though it did not get very far before it collapsed.
Breathless silence suddenly enveloped them as they both panted from the sudden exertion, staring at the animal bleeding out onto the leaves.
Victor was the first to find his words again, while Yuuri still tried to will his hands to stop shaking.
“What in Kilnaes name is that?”, he whispered, slowly circling around the creature as if to get a better look without getting any closer to it.
Yuuri licked his lips, swallowing against his still thundering heartbeat.
“It’s a camoose”, Yuuri said. “You don’t get them in the Jade Forest?”
“Why the fuck is it so big?”, Victor asked in lieu of an answer.
Letting out a shaky sigh, Yuuri pushed back the hair that had fallen into his forehead during the fight.
“Don’t you guys have Direelk?”, he asked with a raise of his eyebrow.
Victor huffed.
“Those are more in the Dragon Reach but, shit… they aren’t predators. I wouldn’t exactly call them gentle, but they also won’t go around attacking people unprovoked.”
“Neither would a camoose, ordinarily”, Yuuri said, licking his dry lips and creeping a little closer to get a better look at the animal, “at least not people. Its pack must be nearby, and they probably have young, that must be why she was so aggressive. We should get out of here before the scent of blood attracts more of them.”
The prospect of more camooses seemed to be enough to put a stopper on Victor’s question for now, and they hurried to put some distance between them and the creature. Speed was of the essence now, so Yuuri took the lead in weaving them through the forest, grabbing on to Victor’s arm to pull him along so he wouldn’t get lost.
It wasn’t until they had left the animal well behind and were moving into a less dense part of the forest that Yuuri slowed down, allowing them to finally catch their breaths.
Leaning against a tree they each drank from their respective waterskins and, the adrenaline finally wearing off, Yuuri let the events of the last hour sink in.
He took a deep breath.
“Thank you”, he murmured to Victor, who turned to look at him, surprised, “for back there. She would have cleanly disemboweled me if you hadn’t drawn her away.”
“Are you kidding me?” Victor gave a breathless little laugh. “I didn’t even see that thing coming, not the slightest bit. If it weren’t for you, I would be camoose feed now.”
Yuuri shook his head.
“I should have seen her coming earlier. I should never have led us so close to a camoose pack in the first place. I’m sorry, I should have been paying more attention.”
“Yuuri.” Victor turned to him, putting both hands on his shoulders to peer at him earnestly. “You took time out of your day to guide a total stranger back to the right path, and you just saved me from being mauled by a wild animal. You’re amazing.”
Yuuri felt heat rising into his cheeks, squirming under Victor’s grip.
“Hardly”, he murmured, “But you… where did you learn to move like that?”
“Ah…” Finally letting go of Yuuri, Victor gave a careless shrug. “I’ve been training and fighting for a long time now. It’s nothing special.”
“I beg to differ. It’s very special”, Yuuri said earnestly, and he meant it. He’d been surrounded by plenty of trained hunters and had seen a number of skilled fighters in his day, too, but he had never seen anyone fight like that. So seamlessly, every movement flowing so naturally.
A hint of pink coloured Victor’s cheeks, and it made him look even more beautiful. Yuuri felt a shiver run through him for a reason wholly unrelated to the adrenaline still coursing through his body.
“Uhm, we should keep moving”, he mumbled, turning away from Victor. “It’s getting late.”
Titling his head back, he peered into the sky beyond the canopy of the forest, assessing the colours he saw there with a sigh.
“I don’t think we’ll make it to the road before nightfall. We might have to make camp, and I’ll take you the rest of the way in the morning.”
Yuuri could feel Victor’s gaze burning on the side of his face, but he just kept moving, expecting Victor to follow, which he did.
“You would do that? Don’t you have to go back to your village?”
Yuuri shrugged.
“I wasn’t planning on staying out overnight, but it’s not like I haven’t done it before. They won’t be too worried. Besides, even if I set off right this moment I wouldn’t make it back before dark, and I’m not just going to leave you all alone in the middle of nowhere.”
Yuuri heard Victor’s steps falter behind him for a moment, but he kept his eyes forward, kept walking.
“Thank you, Yuuri.” There was something almost painfully earnest to Victor’s voice.
Yuuri waved his words away without looking back.
“Don’t mention it.”
“We should set up camp here for tonight“, Yuuri said, gesturing towards the clearing by the river, “we‘ll have water, and we can make a fire in the clearing to cook.“
“Cook?“, Victor echoed, dropping his pack by a tree at the edge of the clearing, “what are we going to cook?“
Yuuri lifted his eyebrows. “What kind of hunter do you take me for?“, he asked, dropping his own knapsack with a dull thud. “I also assumed you would have supplies with you, given that you‘re still a fortnight out from your destination.“
“Well, um“, Victor started, bending over and fiddling with his pack so that Yuuri could not see his face. Instead Yuuri made use of the opportunity to extensively study his backside. “To be honest, I don‘t really cook? I have some dried fruits and nuts with me and some hardy bread, but mostly I was just planning on staying in taverns along the way.“
That was enough to distract Yuuri from staring at Victor‘s ass moving under his tunic, and he lifted his gaze to instead bore into the back of Victor‘s still turned head.
There was a long three seconds silence.
“I don‘t even know where I‘m supposed to begin“, Yuuri said. “You don‘t cook? Like, at all? Do I even want to know what your daily routine looks like when you’re not traveling? Speaking of… you know there are only two inns between here and Claykeep? I was under the impression that you knew about the falcas?“
Victor stayed pointedly silent, carefully unstrapping his tent and bedroll from his pack and busying himself with the ties keeping them rolled up.
“You totally would have died if you hadn‘t met me, wouldn‘t you?“, Yuuri asked.
“Most likely“, Victor conceded.
Yuuri sighed and shook his head. “Well, then I‘ll better make sure you don‘t starve. I don‘t really have any supplies with me either, since I wasn‘t exactly planning on staying out over night, but I have some pheasants and rabbit to grill at least.“
He bent over his own knapsack, pulling out his quarry of the day, thinking about whether he‘d rather go to the trouble of plucking the pheasant or skinning the rabbit.
“Um…“, Victor said behind him.
Yuuri stopped, said a quick, silent prayer to Ridria for patience, and twisted around to look at Victor from his bent over position.
“What is it?“
Victor had turned back around by now, tent and bedroll piled up loose before him. He studied the foliage of the surrounding trees conspicuously. “I don‘t eat animals.“
“You…“, Yuuri ran a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose, “you don‘t eat meat.“
“It is not done“, Victor said, “all living beings are a part of Kilnaes‘ herd and it is our duty to look after them and treat them as our brethren.“
Yuuri plopped down onto the ground and turned around to face Victor—his back was starting to hurt. “It‘s part of your religion?“
The lightly embarrassed look on Victor‘s face faded into something more earnest.
“Ah“, he said, “it‘s… part of my town‘s faith. Part of my parents’ faith. I‘m not sure if I… well, the point is, where I live, it‘s just not done.“
Yuuri hummed thoughtfully, eyeing Victor‘s serious expression. Then he reached behind himself blindly and picked up one of the pheasants by the feet, holding it aloft in front of himself.
“Well, let me enlighten you to something that is part of my people‘s faith: If you want to survive, you‘ll eat whatever the fuck you can get your hands on. How does that sound to you?“
A hesitant grin spread on Victor‘s face.
“That sounds like I don‘t really have a choice, then.“
Yuuri nodded grimly, then heaved himself to his feet and went to the edge of the river to pluck and clean the pheasant, while Victor behind him kept busying himself with the tent. This, at least, he seemed to have a grasp on, as the small structure was standing, stable enough, in a matter of minutes, and Victor hovered behind Yuuri, seemingly uncertain if he really wanted to see what Yuuri was doing or not.
“Can you get a fire going?“, Yuuri asked. It was not a rhetorical question.
“Excuse me, of course I can!“, Victor said, sounding scandalised, “I am not that helpless!“
“Glad to hear it. Off you pop, then.“
By the time the pheasant and the rabbit were cleaned and Yuuri was carefully rinsing his knife in the clear river water, he could hear the crackling of a fire at his back.
Returning to the clearing, he nodded, satisfied at Victor‘s handiwork, which seemed to make Victor preen a little. Yuuri found some good long sticks for them to roast the meat on and stuck them between the rocks that Victor had neatly arranged around the fireplace.
Stepping back, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. The sun was already going down but still the heat was lingering, and the warmth rolling in waves off the fire wasn‘t helping, nor was Yuuri‘s leather gear.
“This is gonna take a while“, he said, “now I don‘t know about you, but I‘m gonna go and take a bath.“
“Oh!“, Victor sounded surprised, like he hadn‘t even considered the possibility, “you know what, a bath sounds like heaven right now. I‘m all dusty and sweaty.“
“Well, come on then“, Yuuri said, already stripping off his gear as he ambled back toward the riverbank, “the water‘s nice and cool.“
He could hear Victor‘s footsteps following behind, and soon they were both standing at the edge of the water, stripping off armour and clothes in piles. Yuuri let out a relieved sigh when he finally slipped out of the thin black hose and undershirt he wore to protect against chafing from the leather, and he didn‘t hesitate to wade into the water until he was immersed to his thighs. It lapped cool against his skin, refreshing after the long day of heat.
He was vaguely aware that Victor‘s movements in the corner of his eye had ceased, nor was there any sound to be heard from him, so Yuuri turned around before he waded in further.
Victor was standing stock still, staring wide-eyed at the spot on the shore where Yuuri had just stood, his lips parted and an unusual reddish colour suffusing his pale skin.
“Victor? Is something the matter?“, he asked, thinking that perhaps Victor had seen another beast unfamiliar to him in the shrubbery.
Victor didn‘t answer right away, just blinked a few times very rapidly, his lips moving, opening and closing like they were trying to form words.
“I—… You—… You’re…“, he finally stammered, and Yuuri frowned at him.
“I don‘t understand you, Victor“, Yuuri said, wading closer to shore again until he was almost in arm‘s reach of Victor, “What are you trying to say?“
Victor was still determinedly keeping his head turned away, though Yuuri saw his eyes flitting over to him for just a split second, except he was not looking at Yuuri‘s face.
Victor‘s voice, when he finally spoke, was no more than a hoarse whisper, his tone so incredulous as to be almost reverent.
“You‘re so big.“
“I‘m… what?“
Yuuri frowned, unsure at first what Victor was talking about, unsure if Victor was even talking to him, with how he refused to look at him. But then Victor‘s eyes flitted over once again, just for a moment, to Yuuri‘s groin, and his words fell into place.
“Oh“, Yuuri said, and suddenly he felt inexplicably warm again, despite the river lapping cool against his calves. “Oh.“
Now Yuuri‘s own gaze trailed down, looking at the soft cock between his legs, his dark skin tinted a little more purplish there. Then his eyes wandered back to Victor, to his long tunic, the last piece of clothing he was still wearing. Suddenly, he found himself very curious about what was hidden underneath.
Yuuri had never really thought about himself in terms of his size. The few intimate encounters he‘d had in his life with other falcas with penises… it was true, they were mostly smaller than him, if not by a lot. But now Yuuri found himself wondering for the first time how falcas measured up compared to other races.
“Am I?“, he asked with what he hoped was a nonchalant shrug, shifting his weight slightly, if only to see how Victor would react. “I wouldn‘t know.“
Victor swallowed visibly, and seemed to give up on trying to keep his eyes averted; he turned his head and stared at Yuuri‘s cock for a full second before looking into his face, wide-eyed. His cheeks were going redder still.
“You mean—ah, do you… I mean, are all falcas…“, he trailed off, gesturing helplessly, seemingly giving up on completing a sentence and hoping for Yuuri to guess his meaning. The front of his tunic was quite definitely starting to tent now.
Yuuri grinned.
“Oh“, he said, “you are one of those people.“
Yuuri knew oft them, of course: the people that knew about the falcas from stories and rumours, heard about their appearance that was so different from the other races. The people that traded rumours in hushed tones about the things that a falcas body could supposedly do, some of which were true and some most definitely made up. The people that titillated themselves with the fantasies of what these bodies could do to them and travelled to the Scarlet Valley with the specific purpose of laying with a falcas.
Yuuri had not expected to encounter any of these here in his distant corner of the valley, let alone be their subject of interest, though the latter was likely due to the fact that he was simply the first falcas Victor happened to have encountered. But he was not about to let this opportunity pass when he’d been spending the better part of the day watching Victor’s sinewy muscles move under his clothes and armour.
“Uh… those people?”, Victor asked, his voice still hoarse and high in his throat, “What are you talking about, Yuuri?”
He backed away slowly as Yuuri stepped back onto the shore, closing the distance between them.
“It’s okay”, Yuuri said with a smirk, not stopping until he had Victor backed against a tree, “I’m not judging. That’s why you really came to the valley, wasn’t it?”
Victor swallowed. “I really–don’t know what you mean.”
“You don’t?”, Yuuri asked, tilting his head to the side with a questioning gaze, still hovering close but not touching Victor. “Are you saying you don’t want this?”
He cast a significant look down to the tent in Victor’s tunic that was getting more pronounced still. Already Yuuri could feel his own cock filling out in response. He lifted one hand and placed the tip of a single finger on the tunic over Victor’s chest, just barely touching the fabric, running it downwards until he was sure Victor must feel the tug of the fibres against his erection.
“I–uh… no”, Victor stammered out.
Yuuri lifted his finger. “No?”, he asked, raising his eyebrows.
Victor moaned. “I mean–”, he pressed out, “No, I’m not saying… I mean I didn’t say I don’t want this!”
Yuuri’s lips curled into a smirk again. “So you do want this?”, he asked, leaning forward until mere millimeters separated their bodies.
Victor whimpered.
“I’m going to need you to answer me, Victor”, Yuuri said patiently.
Both of Victor’s hands shot up, wrapping firmly around Yuuri’s bare arms and tugging him closer until they were pressed together shoulder to knee. “Yes”, he hissed, “Kilnaes, yes, I want it.”
Victor’s lips were soft and pliant, much more silken than any falcas lips Yuuri had ever kissed. So was the rest of his skin–all smooth and yielding warmth, none of the falcas’ hardened callouses and rough edges.
Yuuri ran his hands up Victor‘s arms, trailing his skin until he could cradle Victor‘s head between them, angling it downwards toward him. The hard protrusion of Victor‘s cock pressed insistently against Yuuri‘s bare hip, only the scant fabric of Victor‘s tunic between them.
Victor‘s own hands wrapped around Yuuri‘s back, keeping him close, as if Yuuri had any intention of moving away, as Victor moaned into the kiss, bucking his hips slightly against Yuuri.
Yuuri responded by coaxing Victor‘s mouth open with his tongue, deepening their kiss until Yuuri, too, was fully hard and they were both breathless.
Reluctantly, Yuuri pulled back, just enough to break their kiss and to run his hands down to tug at the fabric of Victor‘s tunic. “I need this off“, he said, and Victor nodded hurriedly, releasing his grip on Yuuri enough that Yuuri could pull the tunic off over his head and toss it off to the side with Victor‘s other clothes.
Now both fully nude, there was a moment when they both leaned back, taking in the other‘s body greedily.
Victor‘s gaze kept trailing back down to Yuuri‘s cock, now standing proud between them, and there was such raw want etched into his face that Yuuri thought Victor might just start salivating.
Yuuri, letting his own gaze trail down Victor‘s body, took in his lithe, powerful muscles that hinted at Victor being a skilled fighter as much as his armour did. But despite this, Victor‘s frame was still much more slender and delicate than the falcas‘ more solid build. He was all long limbs and firm planes, and when Yuuri wrapped both hands around his waist, his fingers were almost touching at the back. Victor‘s cock, flushed and already leaking, was indeed less hefty than Yuuri‘s, but it wasn‘t small; it was perfectly proportioned to his lithe body, its beautiful curve reflecting the elegance of Victor‘s own posture.
Hands still on Victor‘s waist, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on his stomach, Yuuri leaned close again, kissing down Victor‘s throat to his collarbone. They both hissed when their cocks pressed together between their bodies, and Victor threw his head back with a groan when Yuuri sucked a bite into the hollow of Victor‘s throat.
Victor’s hands trailed over Yuuri’s body, from his shoulders down his back, squeezing his ass, pressing him closer still. Then his right skirted over Yuuri’s hip to his front, hesitating, soft fingertips brushing over Yuuri’s hipbone.
“It’s alright”, Yuuri said between bites to Victor’s chest, “you can touch me.” He closed his lips over Victor’s nipple, sucking, just as Victor’s hand wrapped around Yuuri’s cock, and both of them moaned, their voices loud in the deserted clearing.
Yuuri bucked slightly into the grip, feeling his flesh harden further under Victor’s touch as he licked and bit at Victor’s nipple, letting one hand wander up from his waist to lavish some attention on the other one.
Judging by Victor’s harsh pants and gasps he was rather enjoying it, so Yuuri released the reddened, hardened nub not without reluctance to let his hot breath trail over Victor’s skin, making him shiver.
“What do you want?”
Victor gasped again and squeezed Yuuri’s cock harder in reply, sliding his hand all the way down to its base and rubbing his thumb along the soft skin of his balls.
“You. I want you–fuck me, Yuuri.”
Yuuri smirked and rocked forward to capture Victor’s mouth in a deep kiss once more, before slipping out of Victor’s grip.
“As you wish”, he said, before turning away and taking the few steps to where his kit was still lying in the grass, bending over to rummage through it.
“Yuuri?”, Victor whined behind him, sounding uncertain and so needy that Yuuri’s cock twitched between his legs.
“Patience, Victor”, he said, “I’ll be right back with you.”
In short order he had found what he was looking for, hurrying back toward Victor and sinking to his knees in front of him without any hesitation. Victor’s breath hitched when Yuuri ran one hand firmly up his thigh, skirting the line between soothing and possessive, and then Yuuri leaned forward and licked a stripe up Victor’s cock.
“Ah, Yuuri, fuck”, Victor panted, and Yuuri grinned and held back a comment in favour of licking at the head and then closing his lips around the hard length. Victor was hot and perfect in his mouth, so responsive; the way he twitched and shivered under every touch and lick made Yuuri’s own cock leak between his legs.
Taking steady breaths through his nose, Yuuri took his time sucking Victor off, occasionally swallowing him down deeper, earning him a low, guttural moan from Victor and a hand in his hair, holding him firm.
Yuuri moaned his approval around Victor’s cock, rewarding him with a tighter grip, and his own hands carefully worked open the vial of oil he carried in order to oil his bowstring. Throwing the stopper carelessly into the grass once he had loosened it, he covered the fingers of one hand generously before reaching between Victor’s legs and tracing them gently over his balls and along the perineum. Victor’s legs were shaking by the time Yuuri rubbed a circle around Victor’s entrance, so Yuuri released his cock with a pop and looked up at Victor.
He looked wrecked already, flushed and panting, his long hair coming loose from his braid, his eyes dark with lust. He stared down at Yuuri, transfixed, chest heaving, and breathed a single word.
“Please.”
Yuuri pushed a finger inside him to the knuckle.
Victor threw his head back with a moan, clenching hard around him, but gradually he relaxed, allowing Yuuri to move the finger inside him at a steady pace. Soon, at Victor’s nod, he added a second finger, stretching him slowly, thoroughly, pushing inside as deep as he could to prepare Victor for his girth.
He didn’t take Victor’s cock back in his mouth, wasn’t sure by the look of him that he could take it without coming already, but he kissed and nibbled at Victor’s groin while he worked him open, carefully avoiding his red and leaking cock.
When Yuuri crooked his fingers just right inside Victor, Victor’s knees nearly buckled as he moaned, pushing back against Yuuri’s fingers, so Yuuri lifted one of Victor’s legs over his shoulder, carrying some of his weight and giving him better access to his entrance.
Victor leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree, eyes closed and breathing a litany of swear words and prayers alongside Yuuri’s name until he was comfortably stretched around three of Yuuri’s fingers, loose enough that Yuuri could fit his thumb alongside them at the rim. Yuuri kissed another line up Victor’s thigh, punctuating it with a bite right at the juncture of his hips and leg, before carefully lowering Victor’s leg from his shoulder and withdrawing his fingers.
Victor gave a whine of protest, but Yuuri got up to his feet, his own cock now bobbing painfully hard between his legs. He slotted himself once more against Victor, the warmth of his skin and the hardness of his cock against him soothing and burning at once. He kissed Victor again, Victor’s hand once more buried firmly in Yuuri’s hair, and Victor pulled him in so deep, licked into his mouth so desperately that it made Yuuri dizzy.
Both panting when they parted, Yuuri breathed into the scant space between them: “Are you ready for me, Victor?”
“Yes–Yuuri”, Victor gasped out, “give me your cock.”
Yuuri nodded and poured more oil from the vial onto his cock, slicking himself up before dropping the empty vial in the grass, too.
“Turn around for me”, he murmured, and Victor obeyed immediately, turning his back toward Yuuri, bent over ever so slightly, steadying himself against the tree trunk with both hands.
Yuuri took a moment to enjoy the view, the flawless expanse of Victor’s back, silver hair spilling over it, the redness spreading from his wet entrance over his ass. He looked gorgeous; the sight of his twitching hole alone was enough to make Yuuri leak precome.
He couldn’t resist shoving three of his fingers back inside him again, pressing inside as deep as he could, making Victor first gasp then whine when he realised it wasn’t quite what he had been hoping for. He rocked back against Yuuri impatiently.
“Yuuri, your cock, please!”
“This one?”, Yuuri asked, smirking, letting his length glide along the cleft of Victor’s ass, his fingers still buried inside.
“Yes, Yuuri!”, Victor moaned.
Yuuri pulled back, realigning his cock with his free hand and letting it glide between Victor’s thighs, grazing along his balls.
“You want to feel me?”, Yuuri murmured, voice low, leaning close to Victor’s ear.
Victor let out a noise of frustration.
“Yes, Kilnaes, stop teasing and just fuck me already!”
Yuuri withdrew his fingers from Victor’s entrance and smoothed both hands over Victor’s ass, grabbing and spreading the cheeks to take another look at the pretty pink hole. He pressed the head of his cock against it, the pressure of it making Victor’s back arch with a moan.
Yuuri smirked again. “You sure you can handle my falcas cock?”, he asked, and just as Victor opened his mouth to answer, Yuuri pressed in, making all of Victor’s words disappear as his jaw dropped in a silent gasp.
Victor was tight, still so much tighter than Yuuri had expected, but still the first few inches went easy once the head of his cock had breached the rim. After that, though, he went slower, rocking in and out of Victor with tiny motions, going slowly, slowly deeper, drawing small, high-pitched noises out of him with every movement. Reassuringly, Yuuri ran his hands over Victor’s ass and hips and he pushed inside him slowly until he was finally fully seated, his hips flush against Victor’s cheeks.
He stilled for a moment, allowing both of them to catch their breath. Victor’s hole was clenching around him in a way that made Yuuri crazy, but gradually Victor relaxed, resting his head against the arms still braced on the tree. Yuuri leaned forward to place a kiss between Victor’s shoulder blades and the change in angle made Victor groan. Yuuri let his hands skirt once more over Victor’s waist before settling on his hips, gripping them firm. Then he pulled his cock almost completely out and slammed back inside in one thrust.
Victor was pretty sure his vision blacked out for a moment when Yuuri slammed into him.
The thickness of him, the way he stretched Victor’s rim almost to the point of pain, it made Victor shiver.
He had never felt anything like it.
Had not felt anything close to it, god, never…
He’d had his fair share of sexual encounters, all of them with elves and the odd half-elf, and then elves also were not at all shy about nudity among the members of their community. But of all the dicks he’d seen throughout his life…
Victor had nothing to be ashamed of with his own size, he knew. He measured up well enough, among elves. He’d had a few partners who were bigger than him, and he’d always enjoyed laying with them. But none of them compared to the size of Yuuri, deliciously thick and heavy.
None of them compared to the way Victor’s breath hitched and he started salivating when he saw Yuuri, laid bare without hesitance before him.
None of them compared to the way Yuuri felt inside him, hard and hot, stretching him wider and fucking him deeper than anyone ever had.
Victor still didn’t know if Yuuri’s size was unusual among his people, if this was the norm among falcas or if the beautiful, quiet, poised hunter that Victor had interrupted in his work just happened to hide a huge cock under his gear.
He didn’t care.
He didn’t want to think about any other falcas cock than the one that was currently making him see stars.
Yuuri brushed against his prostate with every thrust and Victor felt like he was slowly losing his mental faculties.
He couldn’t even begin to form words, let alone do anything but hold on to his tree for dear life and let himself be thoroughly plowed. He could feel himself drooling; his mouth open in a constant stream of breathless little moans and he couldn’t find control enough to close it.
It was so much but it felt so good, his whole body awash in sensation, every nerve ending sparking with each of Yuuri’s movements. He could feel he was shaking, his knees threatening to give out under him from sheer boneless pleasure.
Perhaps he should just give in to it–surely the unrelenting hardness of Yuuri’s cock would be enough to keep him upright.
A strong, dark-tinted arm wrapped around Victor’s chest when his knees buckled, pulling him up. Yuuri pulled him upright, pulled him close until Victor’s back was pressed against Yuuri’s chest.
“Woah, hey”, Yuuri’s voice said, so close to his ear now, “are you okay, Victor? Is it too much?”
He had stopped moving, but was still buried deep, so deep inside Victor’s ass. Victor thought he could feel the pulsing of Yuuri’s cock through his walls. Victor shivered. His head rolled back leaning against Yuuri’s shoulder, mouth still breathlessly open.
It took him a few moments of stillness, a few moments for the constant onslaught of pleasure to subside a little before he could make his mouth form words again.
“More…”, he finally managed to groan, “please, more…”
Yuuri hissed something in Falcas by his ear that could only have been a curse, his hands tightening around Victor, one across his chest, one on his hip.
“Alright… alright”, he then murmured after a deep breath, half soothing and half contemplative. “Let’s find a different position then, if you can’t stand any more.”
Victor nodded vaguely, and went lax in Yuuri’s grip, letting him arrange his body the way he wanted. Yuuri tilted Victor’s torso enough to drape his right arm across Yuuri’s shoulders. Then he slid his hand under Victor’s thigh and pulled it up until Victor’s legs were spread wide, Yuuri’s grip firm at the hollow of Victor’s knee. Yuuri’s other arm slid around Victor’s chest again, holding him up and Victor relaxed into the support.
Like this, most of Victor’s weight was held up by Yuuri’s shoulders and hands, but some of it also rested on his cock, driving Victor down on it, impaling him impossibly deep. Victor gave a long, drawn out moan at the feeling, interrupted by a sharp gasp as Yuuri jostled him, shifting and tightening his grip, hoisting him up high enough that he could start driving into Victor’s hole in earnest once more.
Victor couldn’t quite understand where Yuuri took the strength to not just stay firm on his own feet carrying Victor’s weight, but to even bounce Victor on his cock like he weighed nothing. He wasn’t sure if Yuuri’s grunts and huffs behind him were from exertion or pleasure or maybe a mixture of both, but his grip on Victor never faltered, fingers dug so firmly into his flesh that he was sure to feel it for days after.
In this new position. Yuuri’s cock hit Victor’s prostate even more firmly, sending electric frissons up and down his body, too intense to even scream out. Victor closed his eyes, head lolling back, giving himself over to the sensation sparking inside him, tingling throughout his body, surrounding him, in every fibre of his being.
He couldn’t think of anything but Yuuri’s cock and how deep it fucked him, how wide his rim was stretched around it, burning on that razor edge of pleasure and pain.
He never wanted this to end–wanted to be awash in sensation like this forever, every edge of his body nothing but tingling pleasure down into the deepest core of him. He could spend eternity like this, held in Yuuri’s arms, split open on his cock.
And it seemed like he might just get his wish–the onslaught of feeling continued steadily, Yuuri’s thrusts deep and filthy and showing no signs of speeding up. Victor might have almost thought that this wasn’t doing anything for Yuuri if he couldn’t feel intimately just how rock hard Yuuri was inside him, if Yuuri didn’t just then turn his head and start sucking bruises into Victor’s neck, muttering strange sounding curses.
But he didn’t seem to be close to coming at all, whereas Victor could feel himself being wound ever tighter like a coil, his core starting to tense, his toes curling, a desperate arch. The flood was threatening to overtake him already and still Yuuri’s thrust were relentless, relentless, relentless in his hole.
Victor barely had the time to open his mouth and gasp out “Yuuri, ah, I’m–”, before his body went rigid, back arching against Yuuri, as he came untouched, ropes of white splattering into the grass before them.
Yuuri fucked him steadily through it, every thrust a new jolt of sensation until Victor was shivery and breathless, going limp in his arms. Yuuri stopped then, pressing a softer kiss to his neck and lifting him up a bit more to start pulling out of Victor’s still feebly clenching hole.
“Wait”, Victor said, tensing his grip on Yuuri’s shoulder. “Yuuri–you haven’t come yet, have you?”
Yuuri’s chuckle was low in Victor’s ears. “I haven’t”, he conceded, “But I think that might be a bit much for you, don’t you? I don’t want to overdo it. We can do something else to–”
“No, Yuuri, please”, Victor interrupted him, rolling his hips down in emphasis, though the sensation made him jolt, “please keep going, please come inside me. I want it.”
Yuuri huffed. “You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”, he murmured, more to himself, it sounded like, “Are you sure it won’t be too much?”
“I’m sure”, Victor said, voice still hoarse with the aftereffects of his orgasm, “I can take it. I’m quite hardy.”
It wasn’t entirely true. Elves were not the most resilient of species by nature, by virtue of never having needed to be. They had long lifespans and rarely grew sick and their natural magic was strong enough to help them heal quickly, so they never needed to grow tough and calloused like the humans, nowhere near like the falcas, grown steadfast and quite literally hardened by the harsh environment they had endured as a species.
So while elves may not have the highest pain tolerance or the strongest willpower, there was very little that Yuuri could do to him that would cause any lasting damage.
Yuuri regarded him thoughtfully for a long moment, then he let go of Victor’s leg momentarily, making Victor whimper as it made him inevitably rest heavier on Yuuri’s cock, and guided Victor’s hand into Yuuri’s hair, where his fingers fisted into the thick, dark strands on instinct.
“Let go of my hair if it gets too much. Understand?”, voice low and rough with need, and Victor nodded quickly, burying his hand even further into Yuuri’s hair.
Then Yuuri hitched up his leg again and pulled him closer to his body, so Victor’s back was pressed firmly against Yuuri’s chest, skin hot and damp with sweat.
The first slide of Yuuri’s cock inside Victor made him keen, a high, needy noise in his throat, and he turned his head to bury his face against Yuuri’s neck. He didn’t loosen his grip though, so Yuuri didn’t pause, sliding in and out of Victor’s hole at a quick, hard pace.
Victor was sure he could feel the drag of every inch of Yuuri’s skin inside him, every vein and ridge of his cock as it caught on his rim, every pulse of Yuuri’s heartbeat. It was so intense that he thought he might be losing his mind, his senses spiraling away from him under the constant onslaught of stimulation.
Victor’s spent cock bobbed between his legs with every time that Yuuri bounced him, and when Yuuri brushed against his prostate, Victor bit a cry against Yuuri’s neck, catching his skin between his teeth.
Victor could feel the vibrations of the resulting moan running through Yuuri’s throat and then Yuuri fucked him even harder, faster. Victor took that as encouragement and did not release his bite, instead sucking and licking at Yuuri’s skin, tasting the salty tang of him.
When Victor was starting to feel dizzy with overstimulation, Yuuri’s stamina finally seemed to run out, too. “Fuck, Victor, I’m close”, he huffed, his thrusts desperate now, and Victor could feel his limbs shaking under their combined weight.
Before he could worry about being dropped, Yuuri tightened his grip on Victor and lowered himself to his knees, Victor resting on his lap. This forced Victor to let go of Yuuri’s hair, and Yuuri slipped out of him, but before Victor could protest, he was quickly turned around on Yuuri’s lap until they were face to face.
The head of Yuuri’s cock pressing against Victor’s entrance, Yuuri looked up at him, a question in his eyes, so Victor quickly fisted both hands into Yuuri’s hair again. Yuuri didn’t lose any time in pressing into him again, both of them moaning as Yuuri, both hands spreading Victor’s cheeks wide, fucked into him.
Now that Victor could see Yuuri’s face again, there was no question at all of him being unaffected. His eyes were clouded over with lust, skin flushed a much darker shade than usual, and his breath came in sharp, needy pants.
He thrust up into Victor quickly, erratically now, both hands still keeping him spread nice and open, thighs slapping against Victor’s ass with every movement.
Victor tried to roll his hips down against Yuuri’s cock, tried to clench his hole around him, despite how it made overstimulated tears spring to his eyes.
He knew he only needed to let go and Yuuri would stop, but he wanted this, wanted to feel Yuuri pulsing inside him, wanted to feel his come, so deep.
Using his leverage on Yuuri’s hair, Victor pulled him closer, pressing their lips together in a searing kiss. Yuuri’s hips snapped up sharply a few more times, making Victor cry out against his lips, and then he thrust in deep one final time, pushing Victor down hard against him at the same time, releasing a deep, throaty groan into Victor’s mouth and spurts of hot, thick come inside Victor’s hole.
Both stilling, for a long minute there was only the sound of harsh, panting breaths between them. Victor was the first to come back to himself, shivering and twitching with overstimulation as he slowly released his desperate grasp on Yuuri’s hair, flexing his stiff fingers. Yuuri did not seem ready to pull back just yet, burying his face in the crook of Victor’s neck and sucking in a long, shuddering breath.
They remained like that for a while, Victor running his fingers soothingly over Yuuri’s scalp that must no doubt still sting from Victor’s grip while he felt Yuuri slowly softening inside him. When Yuuri finally moved it was to lift Victor’s hips with the hands still holding fast to his ass until Yuuri’s cock slipped out. The sudden feeling of emptiness and the trickle of cum down his thighs made Victor shudder with a mixture of relief and regret.
When Yuuri released his cheeks, Victor settled back down on Yuuri’s thighs, unwilling yet to part from him completely. Yuuri lifted his head then, meeting Victor’s gaze, and Victor realised only now with how much tension Yuuri had carried himself all day, now that all that tension had been replaced by a boneless satisfaction.
“Ridria be swift”, he groaned, voice hoarse and catching in his throat, “That was…”
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, seemingly unable to find the words, liquid awe in his shining amber eyes.
“I know”, Victor croaked, his own voice just as wrecked, “I know.”
They sat like that for a few minutes longer, Yuuri’s arms wrapping around Victor’s waist while Victor’s were still draped over Yuuri’s shoulders, neither of them particularly inclined to move.
But eventually Yuuri sighed with a look back toward their abandoned campfire.
“I suppose we should get cleaned up and dressed before night falls fully, and before our dinner is completely burnt.”
Victor gave a discontented hum. “Must we?”
“I’m afraid so”, Yuuri murmured, a smile audible in his voice, “Come on.” And with that he wrapped one arm firmer around Victor’s waist while he pushed himself up off the ground with the other. On instinct, Victor wrapped his legs around Yuuri and let himself be carried into the cool, clean waters of the river.