Argument

Argument

By Vile Elf

Notes. While Solaufein is a minor character in BGII, the interpretation of Solaufein in this fanfic is based after the Solaufein Mod for BGII by Westley Weimer. This idea has been stewing in my head for a long time since seeing the conversations between Sarevok and Solaufein. This has very little to do with the actual mod in general (in fact the mod is much classier than this) and I’ve taken certain liberties with the characters of both Sarevok and Solaufein. While I doubt Mr. Weimer has ever had this interpretation in mind with his mod, I doubt he would be too offended.

Wes, if somehow you EVER find this fanfic, I apologize! How on earth is a slash fangirl supposed to ask a mod creator about something like this?!
Anyhoo, Sarevok Anchev is property of Bioware, Black Island Studios, Interplay, and perhaps Wizards of the Coast, as is Solaufein though the interpretation of the mod is by Westley Weimer. If you want to check it it out, by all means, go here:http://www.weidu.org/.

Many thanks to Caetlyn and Amadorza for beta reading and giving suggestions on the dialogue

So anyway, I was going over this and I saw that the html had completely decided to commit sucide and failed miserably. Here's the edited verison but nothing new. Sorry about that.



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The knock came on Sarevok Anchev’s door in the early evening hours soon after the group lead by Anais had defeated Gorimir Il-Khan in the palace of Saradush mere hours ago. The warrior was in mid practice, his burning gaze was locked on the dummy he had patched together with the furniture that he had broken in belief that the town wouldn’t survive long enough for any visitors besides himself to see it. from The combination of the hot summer night and the near constant firebombing outside the city made the room stuffy and considerably warm causing the human to discard his tunic and boots was currently clad only in heavy breeches. Sarevok ignored the first knock, drilling himself on a move that had done easily in his first life and was now plaguing him in his second. Death and destruction were the only things that he found that did not bore him to irritation.

Sarevok’s impatience and his fearsome temper made him an imposing and oddly alluring figure. The human warrior was tall, certainly over six and half feet with a powerful physique and broad shoulders. Sarevok’s complexion was bronze, a common complexion for natives of Sembia, and judging by his brows along with the dusting amount of chest hair, he once had dark brown hair that he had shaven off to favor ceremonial tattoos that he had gained a few months before the Iron Shortage and his death.

Recently he had shaven off his goatee before his practice. Sarevok was not classically handsome compared to the men in the local areas; but he was exotic and good looking that was amplified with a magnetic and fiery personality. Sarevok’s most striking features were his eyes, a bright golden amber light had taken over the whites and his irises that happened to be of similar color before he came of age as a Bhaalspawn.

The knocking grew louder causing the warrior growl in frustration, and dropped the sword down on the floor with a dull thud. He went to his door and pushed open the door swiftly. Sarevok crossed his powerful forearms, and his gaze locked on the shorter man in front of him. "What do you want, drow?"

Solaufein’s was face impassive as looked back at the towering former Bhaalspawn. "Just to talk, your sister sent me." While Solaufein was tall for a drow, he barely reached Sarevok’s shoulder. A panther came to one’s mind when first seeing the mage warrior. He was sleek and slightly built with supple limbs and moved with an unearthly grace that proved even his cursed people still had the elvish gifts burned in their blood for music and movement. Solaufein’s hair was slivery and fell to his waist when he didn’t wear it in a loose braid as he currently was. His eyes were a light and clear blue, not common among drow but certainly not unheard of or special.

"What does she want this time?" Sarevok asked, turning his back on the smaller man as he moved back into his room.

Sarevok heard the floorboards squeak behind him and the Sembian glanced over his shoulder to see that Solaufein had followed him into the room. Like he, the drow was barefooted. "Anais was worried about you. Of note about--"

"Worried? How touching. You can inform my dear sister that she shouldn't worry of things that cannot be changed." Not that anyone could guess that Sarevok and Anais or their other ‘siblings’ were family by conventional means. Anais was pale haired and skinned half elf with rich brown eyes. She had built of a human woman with the facial features and the height of an elf giving the impression she was much smaller than she truly was. Compared to her ‘half brother’, she seemed tiny.

Solaufein sighed, crossing his arms and regarded the tall human with his cool gaze. “She is more worried about your lack of thought when in battle. She thinks you're endangering yourself by the wanton nature of your skills."

"Are these words from the master through the lapdog, Solaufein?” The human chuckled, moving to the washstand to retrieve a towel to wipe the sweat off his bronzed skin. “If the fool girl wants something to be said to me, then she should have come herself."

"Anais believed I could talk to you in a manner since we are both warriors. She does not question the quality of your swordplay, but how you are wasting your skills and intelligence by trying to slaughter everything that looks at you suspiciously." The drow frowned slightly in hesitation but began to speak in a dagger like voice. "I am also no one's lap dog, you of all people should not question about single mindedness." T

he human sneered down at Solaufein before turning away to toss the towel on the stand, nearly missing the full water pitcher and soap. "You are a dog that has forgotten how to bark. She tosses you affection and you run at her beck and call."

The drow was coldly silent for a moment before he spoke again. His face had grown stoic, a sure sign that Solaufein was angry, as Sarevok had discovered. The drow hated anger and considered it a sign of weakness rather than deal with it like any strong emotion. "You could have been brilliant, you had been brilliant. Such a pity.” As Sarevok turned around, the drow took a step closer to face him. “I dare say the relationship you describe sounds much like your desire for power and the taint that once coursed in your blood. Were you not a slave to that?”

Sarevok’s baritone voice became an inferno. “I am a slave to no one or anything, mageling! Not even the taint! You are confused by the simple mutt we speak of-”

The warrior mage’s handsome face darkened, looking dangerous in the firelight in the room as he interrupted the human. “Never call her a ‘mutt’ again-“

“She is easily manipulated yet you seem to be confused by her.” Sarevok began to mock, a hint of a smile with his fiery glare. “Do you even realize she only considers you a friend by the sheer fact you would rather speak sweet nothings to Corthala then give her a compliment?”

“Do not mock what I am and what I care about because you are so paranoid about your masculinity that you fear a man touching you. Aren’t you?”

“Are you challenging me, drow?” The warrior growled. The drow nodded, it was the unknowing spark to fuel the fire. The Sembian still hovered over the defiant warrior mage, their gazes locked in a battle of wills and heat. “I fear nothing,” He hissed in a tone that even he could not place.

Solaufein just raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing the other. "Yet you do nothing but spit out words while trying to keep a safe distance away from me." Sarevok glowered darkly down at the drow, realizing what he would have to do to settle this once and for all if he wanted to keep his pride intact. The warrior’s mouth fell on Solaufein’s in spite. The human’s first coconscious thought was how good the drow's mouth tasted, sultry, earthy, and oddly rich. He felt the smaller man's hands slide up his neck, digging into his nape and scalp dig while his teeth scraped against the drow’s soft lips.

The human warrior’s hands gripped Solaufein’s arms, feeling the tense muscles shake under his fingers. As a warm tongue wound past his lips and strong ebon fingers slid down his neck to trace his muscular back; Sarevok realized he was kissing a man. Revulsion that he deeply enjoying the hungry kiss with the insufferable drow nearly won out over his pride; but he had kissed Solaufein, he had issued a challenge. No matter how petty it was Sarevok would not back down or allow the mageling to have the better of this situation.

Sarevok broke the kiss, his mouth slid across the near flawless ebony chin and throat as the belt he wore was slipped from his waist and fell on the ground with a heavy thud. The grip he had about the drow’s arms relaxed and his hands moved to push off the open tunic from Solaufein’s shoulders and began to move to the light leggings. Unlike the large human, the mage preferred bracers and magical items to protect himself to enable himself to cast magic.

A throaty laugh suddenly came from the drow, vibrating against Sarevok’s lips that began to taste dark column of skin, however he fumbled with the cords on Solaufein's breeches. The warrior mage pushed the human’s large hands away from his leggings and began to undo the cord that held his leggings. A searing anger blazed in Sarevok’s stomach as he realized that his hands had been shaking and fumbling with the simple cord, he had shown submission. As the light cloth slithered to the ground, the bronzed skinned warrior roughly grabbed at Solaufein’s slivery hair with a growl escaping his throat, biting and sucking at the exposed skin between the joining of the neck and shoulder. The drow reacted calmly and pushed down Sarevok’s pants, another heavy thud echoed in the room.

A dry gasp escaped from Sarevok in mid bite as the mage took his length, the ebony fingers dancing down in a lavish caress. His fingers began to weave and tangle Solaufein’s silken hair and his mouth returned to the heated lips that pressed back fiercely. Their hard bodies drew together and a hungry moan escaped the drow who gave a little push against the bronzed skinned human; letting both of their bodies tumble on the bed. The drow was on top, pinning Sarevok down.

The Sembian glared up at Solaufein, his body tense, and ready to wrestle away to gain the advantage. The eboned skinned looked at Sarevok in a daze though he reached between them and once again caressed the human’s length. This time the human warrior let out a rumbling moan as the deft hands rubbed against the glands of his length, his body shuddered with pleasure. Solaufein leaned down, breaking the silence of their speechless coupling. “I am getting the feeling you want to be on top.” His voice was emotionless.

Sarevok shifted under the ebony drow, his deep voice speaking in hushed tones though anger was laced in his voice. “Did you except anything else?” He wetted his dry lips when he felt the Solaufein’s length press against his naked thigh and he arched against the lithe body on him in response. The Sembian was shocked; of all things, he excepted feeling another hard member would wake him violently this trace of desire. Wasn't reality setting in or was he accepting it? The former Bhaalspawn pushed the drow off from him and onto the bed, looking at the drow with a lost look on his face, the realization that the touch of a man could turn his blood hot.

The elf was sprawled on his stomach, looking at Sarevok with hooded eyes. “You have done this with a woman before?” There was the barest hint of shame in Solaufein’s voice.

Sarevok nodded, resisting the curiosity to study the dark skinned creature sprawled form on the bed, convinced that it was nothing he had not seen before, though he easily admitted that the drow had a remarkable sense of movement and grace one could nearly admire. When Sarevok returned to the bed once more with the pitcher of water and the soap in hand, he sat on the edge of the shared bed. Using the water and soap, he began to create a lather between his hands, earning a raised eyebrow from Solaufein. “Cythandria enjoyed this, and she was one of the few women I didn’t have to worry about splitting in half with such things.” He explained, starting to push Solaufein’s legs into a split, his soapy hand moving to the drow’s entrance.

The mage’s body was sleek with sweat, highlighting his flesh with a golden tone in the meager candlelight. He could see the white haired man eyes’ close, a pained expression mixed with pleasure on the dark face. Sarevok was sure Solaufein was thinking of Anais and the former Bhaalspawn felt a sense of triumph. He actually claimed something from his mongrel sister. Tomorrow’s conversation with her would be interesting to say the least…

The human began to relax the ring of muscle inside the drow’s entrance, teasing the prostrate unknowingly. The elf shivered at the touch but said nothing until the human decided he was ready. Sarevok hovered over the smaller man for a moment, his hands on both sides of Solaufein’s head as he breathed heavily, nudging against the drow’s passage and licked his dry lips. He found it somewhat unusual that the rest of his body was nearly drenched with sweat while his mouth was dry. With a push, he entered the silver haired drow.

“The gods…” Sarevok rasped, surprised at the tightness that enveloped his length and the searing heat. A husky moan escaped Solaufein whose hips thrashed against Sarevok whose breath became ragged as he proceeded to plunge into the drow slowly and fully. The grinding movement of the lithe creature’s hips against his length was an addicting drug. His mouth ravaged the back of the drow’s neck; his tongue tasted the salt and he inhaled the masculine smell of Solaufein’s body and long soft hair.

“Why are you doing this?” Solaufein whispered, pushing back against the heavier human’s thrusting, his back practically bowing at the pleasurable torment the warrior was giving him.

“I issued the challenge, didn’t I?” The former Bhaalspawn said, biting at the drow’s ear who let out a near roar of pleasure. “This feels…” He began to suckle at the sensitive ear tip, remembering the times he had shared a bed with an elven maiden. “…Very good.”

“Sarevok, don’t-“ Solaufein moaned, his hips slowly bucking against the sheets under him. He gasped as Sarevok’s hand took his length, the calloused palm curiously attentive to the sensitive organ as a thick purring sound escaped the drow.

The warrior closed his eyes, moaning as the body under him shuddered as the tight muscles surrounding Sarevok’s length squeezed harder. “Nothing in the nine hells is going to make me stop fucking you this minute.” He growled fiercely in Solaufein’s ear, he couldn’t last much longer and he didn’t want to wait much longer. Much to his surprise, he felt the dark elf under him spasm against the sheets and mattress while crying out in release. The sheath of heat and muscle clamped about Sarevok’s member, he felt the flooding pleasure dazzle up his spine, and he came with a fierce roar of ecstasy.

He barely had enough strength to roll off Solaufein before collapsing on the bed. For moments, the two men basked in the afterglow. With a satisfied sigh, Sarevok supported himself on his elbow, looking at the mage. With weary blue eyes, the drow looked at the large human, speaking hesitantly. “I was going to say, ‘don’t stop’…”

Sarevok smirked slightly. “I see… what if I was still curious, drow?”

There was a long pause. “Tomorrow then?” Solaufein asked while closing his eyes.

The large Sembian nodded. “I still can’t stand you, you know.” He stretched like a lion on the shared bed.

“I know.” The drow replied turning on his side to rest. Moments later, despite of the heat -or rather because of it-, the human fell asleep as the drow drifted into revive.

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