Rest

Title: Rest
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Gunther X Welodren
Warnings: none that I'm aware of...
Summary: After a long and exhausting journey in a foreign and dangerous country, two old companions find some time to rest and stress-relieve
Author's Note: based on the pen & paper RPG AD&D, the charcters in this story are NPC's from my current group, Gunther is a human warrior and Welodren a elven priest of light... oh yeah! comments are more than welcome! 'u'


It had been four weeks by now, four weeks they had spend on this blasted continent named Talarien, the wild land. Since then it was the first night they would sleep in an actual inn. Hence it was the first time in a while they actually could sleep! Still Welodren looked around in slight disgust, he was a high elf in a dwarfen inn after all – it was expected for him to look disgusted. Tomorrow their group would sail for Agelorien, their home. With a sight he shed his robes and started to wash the filth of his body. Thudding footsteps in the hallway warned him long before the creek and a slight draft that came along with the opening door that his roommate had arrived.

Stupid human that Gunther was he hadn't realized that Welodren wanted a room for himself, for the first time in weeks. The elf had just wanted some peace and privacy, but no, this stupid brute had persisted to stay with him! Welodren knew better than most why the soldier insisted on the security, knew the reason of the haunted look in those ember brown eyes. Since the beginning of their journey they hadn't much time to rest and even less to trust other people, most of the time they had to run or they would have been killed.

He knew all this but still… Since they had met these crazy women they actually had a somewhat more relaxed time than before. And even if the weren't really worthy of his presence they had at least the finesse to actually ask him for things and not expect him to do whatever they wanted on a whim. Pouting he rubbed the dirt of his creamy skin, he wasn't as arrogant and spoiled as he often let others believe but the lack of hygiene and fresh clothes unnerved him. That he spent the last half year in the presence of humans and dwarfs hadn't helped either.

”The ladies had joked that we’re bickering like an old married couple.”

Welodren put the washbowl aside, ignoring the other male. He freed his long silvery blonde hair from the complicated knots and braids as a strong body pressed against his back and stopped him in his musings. Trying to look composed the elf tried to turn around but Gunther's well muscled arms hold him in place.

“I wish for you to remove your filthy hands from me this instance, oh mighty leader.”

His voice dripped with sarcasm and venom but as usual the brown haired man ignored him.

“Still as prissy as usual princess, eh?”

“You ignorant, dim-witted…”

A deep laugh tickled the sensitive skin of his neck and stopped his tirade, and then the soldier pressed his face against his. It was smooth for once, so the man had actually shaved. The low murmur that tickled his ear was surprisingly nice:

”I wonder Welli…”

“That’s not my name as I told you a thousands times, but as usual this tiny brain of yours isn’t working at all!”

He struggled to get free but Gunther only pressed him closer against his body reminding the priest that the human maybe wasn’t as intelligent as he was, but that he would never win a battle in strength against the swordsman. Gunther let the snobby elf struggle for a bit. Even if the elf often has the upper hand in their banters, he enjoyed to tease the blonde. And he had the feeling that Welodren thought the same. With a deep laugh he pushed the elf away and went to his straw mat.

Most of the time he knew the other they had been forced to fight or run in order to survive, but the last days, after they had met and joined an other group of adventurers they actually had some time to relax. He hated to admit it but the plan of those two halfdrow and their marilith had been good. Now they had one of the last keys necessary to reach their goal and could finally leave this blasted country. Gunther watched as Welodren brushed his hair. Like all high elves Welodren was slim and elegant in build but after their exhausting journey he was nearly thickly thin – they all were.

With a sight the swordsman closed his eyes. After they had met the other party he had thought they were too inexperienced, too trusting and they were. They had been betrayed as often as his group, had been played with - but somehow they had managed to survive and luck was on their side. And contrary to him they hadn’t lost faith in others. It had been good that they had met them. But there was still something he needed to do; he got an idea from the girls’ teasing…

With a wide grin Gunther kicked at Welodren’s legs as the elf passed his mat. Caught off guard the other stumbled. Using the other’s surprise Gunther gripped one thin arm and hauled the other down. Wide eyed the high elf stifled a rather undignified yelp as he found his body pressed tightly against the others. His pale hair hung wildly around his face and he could feel a flush high on his cheeks as he stared down. Angry blue eyes locked with amused brown.

“You’re too thin master elf, but…”

Large, rough hands traced the lines of his back and rips until they rested on his butt.

“… This piece seems alright.”

The smirk got wider as he squeezed the elf’s ass and got a nice little whimper in return. Welodren gritted his teeth and tried to move, but the arms around him were like a vise. Irritated he punched the broad chest before him but the only result was that Gunther started laughing.

“Unhand me now human, or I’ll forget myself!”

“Hmm and what o you want to do Welli? Talk me to death? You tried this already and it didn’t help.”

“I despise you.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

They stared at it other for a long time. In the room beside theirs they could hear the muted snores of three dwarfs, but otherwise the night was still and for once harmless. One of Gunther’s hands snatched a strand of this silver blond hair and used it to bring the elf’s fair face closer. The deep sapphire eyes held a hint of insecurity.

“What are you doing you dim-witted warrior?”

“I don’t know.”

Welodren rolled his eyes and muttered:

“Oh the surprise…”

“Damn it elf will you ever shut up?”

“Like someone like you would ever understand the finesse of a…”

Fearing another of the others long-winded speeches Gunther brought Welodren’s face closer and sealed the moving lips with his own. As to be expected the elf’s lips were soft as silk and tasted fresh and clean. The soldier decided he wanted more of the taste and forced his tongue into the surprised elf’s mouth while he started to rub the others butt again. Long golden lashes fluttered against flushed cheeks as their kiss continued. They should stop this, they didn’t like each other. But with no other company emotions were running high. This would be a one time thing; both knew it and neither of them would speak of it again.

Gunther released his hold on Welodren and instead helped the elf with the fastenings of his tunic and trousers. They hurried to shed their clothes and soon Welodren sat naked on the equally naked fighter’s hips as Gunther worked some oil into the elf’s entrance. It wasn’t perfect and both knew it would hurt to some extent but they needed it now! So Welodren impatiently pushed the man’s large hand away and positioned his hole about the human’s enlarged, dark cock. Forcing his body to relax the elf forced the thick length into his hole. It hurt, more than he wanted to admit. He could feel those large hands on his body again as Gunther guided him. His breath was ragged and he could actually feel sweat starting to cover his body.

He pushed down until Gunther was filling him completely. With his eyes closed, Welodren waited for the pain to stop. The warrior’s rough hands caressed his tensed body as they followed every muscle of his back. Welodren traced the muscled of Gunther’s broad chest, their mission has left deep scars on the human’s body, each told a story, some of victory, some simple of survival. He locked his eyes with Gunther’s and raised his hips slowly.

The seasoned warrior gritted his teeth and tried not to come in the moment Welodren’s hot tightness closed around his penis. Fuck he often had called the snooty elf a tight-ass but he hadn’t thought about it in this way. They moved in synch as he met each of Welodren’s movements. The elf was truly a sight to behold like this. The usual aloof face was aglow with passion. The sarcastic smirk was wiped away instead those pale pink lips were worried by pearly teeth. And those pale cascades of silvery hair flung around wildly. Again and again he drilled his cock into the willing body above his before he felt his climax approaching.

Burying his long fingers into the others short, damp hair Welodren pressed their lips together once more. Their tongues danced wildly with each other as Gunther’s cock graced something pleasurable in him again and again. It was over soon, both of them hadn’t had sex for far too long. With a stifled cry of pleasure Welodren arched his back, his head thrown back he spilled his release over Gunther defined stomach. The human followed only two strokes later. With a low groan he shot his semen deep into the hot constricting channel. Exhausted Welodren collapsed into Gunther’s waiting arms. Together they lay in the dark room as they bodies cooled down and their breaths returned to normal.

“Welli…”

“Don’t call me that you brainless human.”

Came the nearly inaudible response. Smirking Gunther shoved the elf beside him and pulled the blanket over them. He was too tired to argue with his elf right now. Tomorrow their bickering would continue. Snuggled together they slept peacefully the first time in weeks.


END