The End - One More Go

After I wrote this I figured there might be a series in it. Not sure though.
Oh, one more thing (that most of you can ignore): I'd like to say thank you to the person who reviewed my last story with this pairing ("Defeat and Victory"), but I must say I disagree with you - why would it be unnatural? o_Ox I understand if you don't like it in fictional stories (we all have stuff we like or don't like to read), but I didn't have the impression that you meant that. I'm sorry if it ruined the story for you, but if I were to write a similarly detailed scene I'd do it again.
Um, yeah. Wanted to get that out, because it kinda bothered me. *shrugs* Okay, on with it:

Tandrak hated having to return home. It wasn't that he didn't like the Citadel, it was his home by all means, where he'd grown up and he wore its colors proudly. However the citadel also lacked Hale and was a fucking eternity away from Krawk Island. Which seriously sucked if you, like Tandrak, had just gotten used to the idea of being with someone and also getting laid on a regular basis. Tandrak missed having sex with Hale almost as much as he missed his dry yet sorta witty remarks and his accent as well as, of course, his arms around him. In short: he missed his lover. And he could hardly ditch training and go on vacation.

It was still early in the morning, but it never got as bright on the Citadel as it did back in Altador or even down in Meridel. Tandrak blamed it on the same magic (or whatever it was) that kept the whole thing aloft and didn't really care. It had always been that way.
He was going through his every da routine, a number of exercises he'd been doing ever since he'd had that injury during the season previous to the first Cup. He'd had no reason to complain ever since and no further injuries, but the doctors had stated that keeping up the exercises would only help him. So he did his stretching and weight training, going through the motions without giving it much thought.

His head was busy remembering how Hale had, on more than one occasion, shoved him up against the wall, not unlike the first time he had touched Tandrak, and taken him, roughly and faster than he usually did, holding Tandrak in place with sheer force of muscles. He'd pushed his hips against Tandrak's, letting him feel his erection through their clothes of which he got rid only moments later. And then he'd made Tandrak scream, mostly in delight, not caring in the least who might hear, as he fucked him against the wall. There were no appropriate pretty words for it.
Afterwards he had confessed that taking him like that had been one of Hale's more pressing fantasies for a long time and since it felt as good as it did, who was he to deny him its fulfillment?

At the same time Hale could be incredibly gentle and slow, like he had been the night when Tandrak had come to his room at night. He'd stroke Tandrak into oblivion, using only his hands and lips, tongue maybe, but hardly his teeth (and he loved being bitten by Hale about as much as he loved biting him in the rush of passion). He'd treat Tandrak as if he was made of glass, tender and carefully, being sweeter than any pirate should be able to.
Tandrak remembered feeling warm and pampered afterwards, no pain whatsoever because Hale had taken his time to prepare him, probably made him come in the process, while being all mild and soothing even the tiniest flinch. Sometimes he thought he might lose his mind during those sessions when he muttered and endless series of 'I love you's and 'please please please's.

Some of the best moments in his memory were when he made Hale shout out and bawl himself, finding that his blowjobs could drive a man mad in all the good ways. He'd kiss and lick and suck and swallow, feeling Hale all hard against his lips and inside his mouth and how he reacted to every single movement of his tongue, every vibration he made when humming around Hale's erect member.
He tasted a spicey sort of bitter but not quite, something between wild and tame, or just Hale. He loved touching the man with his mouth ans lips, kissing him everywhere, not just his lips and dick, but also the courner of his mouth, his cheeks, the scar over his left eye, his throat and neck, his broad shoulders which Tandrak loved in general, his well defined stomach, his back and his ass because it was firm and gorgeous, especially without pants to hide under, and his ears and the earring.
He could explore Hale's body for hours and always find another spot he hadn't touched extensively before, another sensitive area that made the usually so in control man lose himself and open up completely while writhing in pleasure.

On the evening before they had to part Hale had, as if making a statement about how he felt, tied him up, binding his wrists to the backboard of the bed and for a few minutes they had merely stared at each other, realizing that it could not last, not like this. Then Tandrak had pulled at the ropes and at the same time Hale had bend forward and attacked his already bruised lips.
He didn't mind sacrificing controll to Hale at all, he felt save with him, as if all problems that might exist somewhere were suddenly far away and had nothing to do with the two of them. The only thing that mattered was the man above him who was, after foreplay that was too short and too long at the same time, screwing his brains out. It was bliss and lasted forever throughout the night.

For some reason they had never gotten to the point of using their first names. Hale was 'Hale' and Tandrak was 'Shaye' to him. For some reason that was more intimate than any pet name could have been.

Tandrak thought of these things while going through his early morning exercises, watching the sky turn a brighter grey-ish purple and waiting for the others to wake up. He should probably take a cold shower before they did.

~The End