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Girl Genius - Nuée Ardente - OC/OC - 7/8+ep
The porn chapter woo. half of this chapter is not porn if you guys don't like porn, stop reading when they start kissing or something. yep.
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By the middle of the afternoon Sorin's seat had started feeling a bit too warm to be natural under him; Velimir was squirming and grunting with displeasure in his sleep. Considering the seats were solid wood, that was a bit worrisome. Sorin eyed the needles and quadrants but none of them told him anything he understood.
Maybe it needed to cool down. Or be refueled. Or both. The trees were tall and dark in this valley, so he found a flattish place between the trees he thought they could fit through and swerved the transport until they were well out of sight of the road. (He only crushed one bush, so hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable.) Then he parked and nudged the Jäger awake.
Velimir jerked upright so fast he knocked his head into the door frame. Sorin winced.
"Did you just seriously make your concussion worse?"
"Oof. Mebbe." He squinted through the window. "Ve stopped?"
"Gotta let the engine cool down." Sorin stretched in his seat, winced as his back cracked. His shoulders were incredibly sore. "I've got to..."
He wasn't sure what he had to do. Check the engine, see what he was working with? That wouldn't enable him to fix or understand it if anything went wrong. Give him pieces to replicate and he could probably manage, with an anvil and a good furnace and maybe some molds for the fiddly bits, but putting it all together...
Look for food? Yeah, he still hadn't magically learned how to hunt weaponless, and he didn't trust the mushrooms much.
Maybe nap. Yeah. Maybe that. He wasn't sleepy, but who knew when he would next get the chance.
He wasn't sure if Velimir felt good enough to keep watch properly, though.
He went to piss against a tree, then opened the back to -- oh wow, toasty warm in there. Emphasis on toast. The metal box that ran like a bench alongside the grate was actually, honest to God red-hot in places. Goodness fucking gracious. The casing was going to warp under its own weight pretty soon at this rate.
He put on his heavy leather gloves, and got his longest tongs, and manipulated the hatches open. A wave of dry heat slapped him across the face. He hurried to let the top hinge closed again. It felt like a foundry in there, and he knew from foundries.
"Wot? Did hyu find a lava cannon back dere?" Velimir inquired, turning to peer through the grate, and yelped a little when he touched it and found it burning-hot.
"I think," Sorin started, slow and mildly incredulous, "we've been sitting on a lava engine."
The Jäger paused. "But iz it about to erupt under our ass cheeks."
Sorin snorted, gave it a wary look. "I don't know, but I'd be happy if you got out of the cabin just in case. Probably it just needs to cool down, but that's going to take a while. At a look I'd say at least three hours."
Velimir shouldered his own door open (the whole thing fell out) and dropped to the ground. A few seconds later he was standing beside Sorin in the open back.
"Hm. Vell. Ve did come pretty far with it. It goes fast. Und dey vill haff to cool down their own too, probably..."
"We'll go slower walking away now than waiting for it?" Sorin summarized. Velimir grunted, nodded. His eyebrows were knit in displeasure.
"Hy vant to move, but."
Sorin wasn't sure he trusted him to be healthy enough to start carrying a grown man around again, at any rate. "It's fine. I like driving better too. Better chances of meeting travelers."
"Mmh."
He stood there beside Sorin as Sorin cautiously cracked the casing open again to allow more heat to escape and propped it on his tongs, which was not the best solution but still better than holding it up with the strength of his extended arm.
"How hot?"
"Hot enough that you'd leave all the skin of your hand behind if you touched it," Sorin replied dryly. "So please don't touch it. I know that look. You're planning something and I'm not going to--"
"Hy haff de best idea!" Velimir exclaimed with a wide grin, and disappeared into the woods.
Sorin sighed heavily and went to sit on the ramp, where it was nicely warm but not hot enough to borderline burn him through his pants.
At least he seemed to be feeling better. Sorin sat there and thought about nothing in particular for a while, maybe fifteen, twenty minutes.
"Hy return!"
The Jäger was carrying a dead boar -- not full grown, a mere teenage boar, but a huge thing nonetheless. He dropped it at Sorin's feet -- almost on his feet -- and started skinning it with great enthusiasm. More with his claws than with his boot knife.
Apparently he'd bled it while he was carrying it back. There was a trail of blood all down the side of his jacket. Sorin supposed it had already been ruined.
"That's a bit much for only two -- oh."
Velimir grinned up at him, and handed him the first set of steaks to go put on the metal top.
Sorin supposed that if it had cooled too much to cook them, a little more time on the road would fix it right up.
It hadn't.
It smelled delicious.
It was nice and dim under the huge trees, crepuscular almost despite it not being past four or five in the afternoon at the latest. In the truck they took turns flipping over the meat and eating their fill, for the first time in what felt to Sorin like a century. Or at least a week. The meat was tough under his teeth, but flavorful and deliciously filling.
"Wow. This is almost making everything be worth it."
Velimir chuckled at him over the handful of meat he was cramming between his bear trap teeth. "Ho?"
"Not really. But it does make me feel pretty reconciled to the whole thing, for now." He reclined against the still-warm wall and patted his stomach. "I'll probably change my mind again when I'm done digesting."
"Nah, dere's enough meat for another day at least."
"Pff."
He nibbled on a rib, eyes half-closed. It smelled so good. He wasn't hungry anymore -- how strange that was -- but he still wanted to sit here until his hair smelled like barbecue for the next decade.
Which was, granted, a little gross, but.
"Iz not de same vithout a real fire," Velimir said with a point of melancholy.
"Well, it isn't like the Viscountess can't guess we're still on the road, but at the same time having a smoke beacon up--"
Velimir pointed at the sky desultorily. In a gap between the leaves Sorin could see a plume of smoke in the distance.
"Charcoal mounds, Hy think. Hy seen like six or sevvun ov dem." He gave Sorin a hopeful look.
Sigh. "Okay, fine, just pick up a branch and put it in the engine," Sorin said, knowing the Jäger actually would. "Fair warning, it's going to catch a lot faster than you expect."
"Thenks for tellink me all about der lava," Velimir replied drolly. "Hy iz chust ein poor dumb Jäger from de schticks who haff nevur seen any ov dese newfangled melty rocks befur."
Sorin spluttered, and then chuckled, smiled at him, a bit embarrassed. "Okay, shut up, sorry. I'll help gather wood," he added as an apology.
"Good, cuz vit mine burnt arm Hy can either pick it up or carry it, not both." A pause. "Unless Hy bring back de whole tree."
They had a fire built on the ramp soon enough. They sat at the top of the slope, where the cooler air caressed their faces while the heat radiating from the engine kept their backs toasty warm.
"So what's the deal with your accent anyway?" Sorin asked as he watched Velimir poke at the fire with a stick. "Do all Jäger put it on to confuse people or what?"
Velimir sneaked him a narrow-eyed, play-warning look. "Hy do not put it on."
"Uh huh. I think I'm going to stay with my theory that you guys enjoy making people stare dumbly and be all confused."
Velimir elbowed him in the side. "Iz not like dat at all!" He cleared his throat, like he was a bit embarrassed, which was an oddly cute expression on a man with a vigorous three day old beard and a maw full of pointy teeth and radioactive-glowy bits. "Hy iz just pretty young, as Jägerkin go."
"Oh." Wow. It hadn't even occurred to Sorin to wonder. Velimir just looked oddly ageless.
"De odderz have de heavier accent because dey iz older. Is how they talk in their time! Vhen Hy stay vith them, mine accent goes heavy too, is all."
"Oh. Makes sense." A pause. And then he dared a wise, thoughtful nod. "And then you have fun going up and down the understandable scale because you're a jerk, right?"
Velimir shoved him, laughing. Sorin almost fell off the ramp.
"Hey, careful!" he grumped, like he'd never horsed around worse with friends back home. "I'm not as durable as your brothers."
He regretted the jest when he saw Velimir's expression fall a little. "Guess not."
"You, uh. You miss them, don't you."
Velimir shrugged, looking into the fire. "Of course. Ve iz pack. Not right to be alone."
Sorin sat back down -- maybe a little closer than he had been -- ducked his head, rubbed his gloved hand against the back of his neck. "Can I... Can I ask you about Jägers? In general."
"Hm."
Velimir gave him a long, thoughtful look. Did he trust Sorin that much? Did he want to share? Sorin waited, breath held.
"One more. Den iz mine turn to ask nosy things."
"Why do..." He hesitated. "Do all of them feel like that? Is it part of the, the being a Jäger thing?"
"Mnh. Yes." A little shake of his head. "Only one who effer left, he waz wrong in his head. Urgh."
But did he leave because he was wrong, or was he seen as wrong because he left? Maybe the fealty programming hadn't taken.
If he said that to Velimir, he'd be lucky if the man talked to him even once for the rest of the trip. He'd heard it wasn't necessarily bad, anyway. Velimir had told him it had been his choice, which only corroborated the rumors. He seemed pretty content with it. Proud, even.
It did sound like he really, honestly cared for them, like family. So...
"How come you ended up alone in Vulkanburg? Special mission? Did you suspect--"
Velimir cleared his throat, looked away. "Nah. We voz due for inspection next week, doing other towns first." Another cough, and then a bright, embarrassed grin. "Hy get drunk und climb in de beer delivery truck, wake up on de road. Den Hy haff such a headache, Hy just go never mind, Hy vill catch up once Hy know where Hy iz, de driver vould fuss und scream und mine head hurts too much for dat schilliness, und Hy go back to sleep."
Sorin groaned loudly and clapped his forehead with both hands -- ow -- and tried not to laugh in sheer disbelief. "And then you were in town?"
"Und then Hy was in town, und de second dey see me people started screaming spy-stuff at me, which vas not in any vay suspicious. So Hy go looking." He shrugged.
"And then you found me and couldn't go back." Sorin bit his lip. He wasn't sure he wanted to ask how close to the town his friends were, how hard the choice had been. Velimir still had a duty to report the situation.
Then again, if the other town had been that close -- well. His friends would have been the closest Baron's troop, and a strong defense for the information Sorin had found. So... probably not.
That must have been some drinking binge.
A thought came to him and he frowned a little. "... Why are there even wild Jäger? Why didn't they come to Baron Wulfenbach with the rest of you guys? Do they -- do they gather in packs too?"
Velimir stared at him, startled by the topic change, and then... wrapped his arm around his knee, hugged it to his chest, rested his chin on it.
"...Velim-- Veli?"
"Dey ken't," he said abruptly, without looking. "Trios or pairs, or alone."
The way he played around with Sorin, talked to him, ribbed him, kept touching him -- when Sorin was a basic human, a townie? Could be Velimir honestly liked him that much. Could be he just felt that off, not having any of his people along for the trip. (Both at once would be good. Sorin wasn't going to assume Velimir meant all of his affectionate behavior.)
He tried to imagine Velimir alone for longer than the span of a busy mission. From everything he'd said...
From the way he'd said it...
"You make it sound like a death sentence."
The fire threw gold and red highlights on Velimir's face, but suddenly he realized he could see the greenish glow of his flesh, too, and it wasn't even that dark.
"It iz. Slow one."
Oh. Sorin leaned in, eyebrows knitting in worry. "What did they do?"
Velimir whirled so fast he startled. "Nothing!" His hand was thrown in the air, his bear trap teeth backlit by the hellish radiation glow of his mouth. "Iz nothing like dat! Dey iz saving us all! Iz not punishment."
He sat back down, breathed out, rubbed at his bruised temple.
"Iz an honor. Und a death sentence. Hy ken't--"
Chewing on his lip, Sorin risked a cautious hand to his elbow; when it wasn't shrugged off he pressed harder, squeezed. (I'm here. You're not alone now. Presumptuous. Better than nothing.)
"You don't have to tell me."
"Hy ken't do it. Not many ov us can. Iz, iz. Alone." He breathed in, squared his shoulders, straightened his back. It was like pure willpower, stuffing all that emotion back into a box. The control it denoted was impressive. Sorin felt -- oddly sad. Bittersweet. "De Masters need to know ve have not given up on them. Und we--"
We need to know it too.
"I understand," Sorin said, but he didn't. Not really. That kind of loyalty...
The Heterodyne Boys had been gone fifteen years now. (They hadn't even liked the Jägers much, it was said. Had left them at home with all the other relics of the clan's evil past.)
Probably for a creature that could live for five hundred, that didn't mean much. But the Jägers had to know...
They were always going to come first, for Velimir. His masters and his brothers.
It ached in the pit of his stomach, shortened his breath. He picked up a little bit of meat and chewed on it half-heartedly, to give himself something to do with his hands, to keep from letting it all on his face.
Velimir was massaging his head like it still hurt. Sorin wondered if he still had that concussion.
"Sorry for bringing it up. I didn't know it'd be so..."
"Mnh." Velimir waved his hand in the air without looking at him, returned to massaging the back of his neck, the spots behind his ears. "Ve talk happier things now, jah?"
"Yeah. I still owe you a question. Uh, more like three questions." He cringed a little, mostly put on. Velimir cracked a minuscule smile.
"Hmm. Or a big one maybe, jah?"
"Blergh. Yeah, alright."
"It occurs to me that hy haff no idea vhy hyu was in de tunnel that time. Hy ask hyu once und hyu said 'just an accident', und hyu don't like at all adventuring und spying like a schneak... Is it that hyu gave me a big stinky lie?"
He raised his eyebrows, eyes narrowed in over-the-top suspicion. Sorin groaned, loudly. Any other time, he might have been honestly embarrassed. Right now? It was so much better than dwelling on the previous topic.
Besides, Velimir had given him something. He should, too.
"One thing first: I was not adventuring. I like my life perfectly boring and ordinary, thank you."
The Jäger coughed into his fist, something that definitely clearly sounded like liar. Sorin magnanimously pretended he'd briefly gone deaf.
"I was in the tunnels because... I'm apprenticed to this very nice man who treats me like a son."
"Und he vos kidnapped!"
"--No. Definitely not."
"Poo."
Sorin glared a little. "Let me tell the story! Anyway, Master Iliescu has a very good reputation, but he -- well. His daughter disappeared two weeks ago, and he was. You know. Distraught." He sighed. "So he was distracted, and he made a mistake, and I didn't realize until curfew, and I didn't want to let him be shamed the next day when the whole locomotive he'd been paid pretty heftily for fell apart. Possibly on top of its new owner. It was just a small tweak!"
Velimir nodded, watching him patiently.
"So I sneaked out--"
"Und did not get caught. Hy notice."
"... Okay, it might not have been the first time I'd sneaked out." Velimir coughed pointedly again. Sorin glared. "Or the second or even the third shut up. Point was, I wasn't breaking curfew for a bad reason or anything, so why did it matter? So I went, and fixed the thing, and..."
"And?"
He bit his lips, rounded his shoulders. "I saw her. In the street, past curfew. His daughter, I mean."
"His daughter who haz been gone for two weeks."
"Yeah. Then she disappeared in that weird lava-flow tunnel I'd never seen before, and I visited a lot of the town's tunnels when I was a kid. So I followed to see where she was going, and, well."
"Ahh," Velimir said, enlightened. "Fallen in loyalty with her Mistress, huh. Und now she sees nothing but der maniacal glow in her eyes. So sweet."
"It's not sweet! It's creepy!"
-- Argh. Couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't hear it.
"What was stopping her from stopping by her father's place to tell him? Or, alright, they would have argued about it, they're both pretty stubborn, but she could have sent a letter! She was still in town and everything." He huffed, nudged at a log with his toe to push it farther into the fire. "It really wasn't right to worry us all like that."
Velimir was nodding with the air of someone who was humoring the crazy-but-harmless person. Growling, Sorin shoved him. Velimir shoved back. Sorin's flailing hand caught a grip on his jacket, almost dragged it straight off his shoulders before the collar halted the distressed cloth's bid for freedom.
He was yanked back up a bit too hard, ended up nose to nose with the Jäger, under the shade of his ever-present hat.
"Hoy dere."
"Hey," Sorin whispered, and tried not to blush. He'd started to wonder if Velimir was still even really interested. If he was just... If growing an actual friendship between them meant he didn't need to flirt stupidly anymore.
From the heat gathering in his gaze Sorin had been the stupid one.
"Think de engine is cooled enough to go?" Velimir asked in a low, veiled voice. Sorin shivered.
"Uh. Maybe, yes -- wait, no, I. It's still pretty warm."
A slow smile bloomed on Velimir's face. Sorin was caught all over again staring at the fey glow of his lips, where the skin was so thin and damp and new. "Better not risk it, huh."
Sorin's throat was dry. "Yeah. Better not."
The Jäger raised his injured arm, brushed his fingers down Sorin's cheek, under his jaw, down the line of his throat. Sorin only wondered if he could feel with that hand for a very short time, and then it was like all his thoughts had vanished, and his body was just--
He kissed Velimir first this time, mouth opening needy, hungry, made a little throaty noise of approval when he was kissed back, long and slow, explorative. He caught himself crawling into Veli's lap, a thigh thrown across Velimir's and his hands on the Jäger's shoulders -- and then again he realized mostly because Velimir was stopping him, a hand on his hip to keep it from getting closer.
"Sorin, sveetie..."
He swallowed, leaned back a bare half-inch. "Yeah?"
"Hyu gotta tell me how far hyu see this going," Velimir said quietly against his lips.
Sorin burrowed into his neck. Swallowed.
(He smelled sweaty and smoky and male and nice. Not nice like flowers; nice like sweat, like male, like animal yes, want.)
"Far as you want."
There was a short pause where nothing happened during which he started to think he'd -- said something wrong, he didn't know -- and then Velimir leaned back, no, no, no --
"Then we need to smother de fire und lock de transport." A short kiss to the corner of his jaw, a bite -- "... Before we get too busy."
Sorin's first "Oh" came out so quiet it was more breath than sound. "That's. Probably a good idea. Yeah."
He started to push away, stole another kiss -- nervous intensity, slightly off-center, too rough -- tore himself out of his lap. Somehow. Velimir's eyes on him were a more solid hold than his arms.
He was cold, he felt awkward, he felt -- he wasn't sure, no, yes he was, it was a stupid decision that he was going to regret but he was just going to own it. He wanted it.
It would ache no matter what when Velimir left. Might as well get something good out of it first. Yeah.
Something like that.
He kicked the fire over the edge of the ramp, into damp, green grass, hopped off to stomp the embers out, head bowed, eyes on his feet. Fascinating sight. He'd gone hard with embarrassing swiftness, not fully there yet, but soon enough.
So needy and ignorant and --
Velimir wouldn't mind. Wouldn't care. He knew Sorin had never really -- he knew.
And the fire looked pretty dead now. He bent down and pulled out a few clumps of grass just in case, so the fire would have nothing to burn.
"Sorin," Velimir said, calm, patient, like he'd been with him from the start -- as if he'd always known they would end up here? Or maybe... "Hyu is all tense."
"I'm fine--"
"Don't schmell fine." He sighed, shook his head, no, never mind. "Hy say hy vant hyu sure."
Sorin threw his hands in the air. "I'm sure! I'm just also nervous. That happens."
"Ve can wait a bit longer, dat is fine. At worst Hy finish myself vith mine hands. No harm done."
Sorin's face burned. "Yeah, apart from the harm done to my pride, but hey."
"Hy iz not fucking your pride." A frown, and then another quiet sigh. It stung. Sorin was a tease and Velimir was resigned to it, what else was new. "Hy seen this before. People push it, no, Hy iz not afraid ov you, won't step back. Und then it goes all weird und wrong. No."
Sorin squared his shoulders and marched up the ramp, eyes narrow and jaw set. "Alright, you can stop telling me what I mean right now."
He grabbed the Jäger by the hips and yanked him until their bodies collided; Velimir went mostly out of surprise.
"Hoy--"
He blinked down at Sorin, eyes a little wide, an eyebrow arched, inviting an explanation. Sorin huffed, went on tiptoes to kiss his mouth.
"How much longer did you think my virtue was going to hold on, anyway," he asked, voice gone rough, awkward. "What did you think it was, Castle Heterodyne?"
A laugh burst out of Velimir's mouth. He leaned in, pressed his forehead to Sorin's to grin at him at almost point blank range. "Hoo. Not so impregnable den."
Sorin laughed with him, couldn't help it, even though he'd wanted to stay annoyed. "Do I have to open my gates myself and call out for burglars or what?"
"Sometimes der Kestle does that," Velimir mused. "Does not usually end up so well for de burglars--"
"The castle what? What in hell -- no, you know what, I don't even care. If your hands aren't on my ass in two seconds I'm cutting them off at the wrist and putting them there myself."
Velimir laughed into his mouth and -- finally -- obeyed.
Their hips didn't line up, Velimir too high on his goat legs, but he bent down with a chuckle and slid his good hand all the way down Sorin's spine, squeezed -- a shocked thrill stabbed him right in the groin -- palmed his ass, slipped his fingers down the seat of his pants. Sorin groaned, rocked up against him, hands tightening bruise-hard on his hips and then sliding around to match him.
Gods above. That ass. He'd been watching it bounce around for days. He looked up to tell Velimir that, peevedly; Velimir swooped down, kissed him. Lifted him off the ground, until Sorin's arms went around his neck instead, until his thighs locked around the Jäger's hips. He tucked his feet against the back of Velimir's thighs, heel nudging the underside of his ass, and kissed him until he felt dizzy. That big hand gave him a last squeeze and let go, and he clung the way he was getting so used to.
Something metal made a ratcheting noise. Oh. Right. The chain. The ramp.
Clang. Safely locked in. Go away, monsters. He spared the barest of thoughts for the worry that the Viscountess' people might catch up to them, and then he didn't want to think it anymore and shoved it away. If he denied himself this again he was going to go mad.
He was pressed against an oddly warm wall, was kissed some more. Rocked against, slow and patient until he was growling, was winding his fingers in Velimir's hair and pulling, tugging here and there in frustration.
"Ahh, young tings," Velimir mused against his mouth. "So impatient."
Sorin bit him. Bit him and dug his fingers into the muscles of his back, his neck, squeezing and releasing and clinging, pulling him closer, back to his mouth. (His fingers were scratched and bruised to hell and back but right now he barely felt it.)
"It's going to be -- very -- embarrassing -- if I blow in my pants," he said, teeth gritted, as Velimir ground up just right against his erection.
"Hyu can if hyu want," the Jäger told him. "Hyu iz young enough, might vell go twice." He grinned brightly.
Sorin's head spun a little. "I'll probably die first." He bit his lip. "No, I -- at least not clothed, f-for shame."
"Yeah?"
"Put me down right now."
Velimir let him slip back down to the ground, growled back a little, wound his claws between his buttons. Sorin thought about being disrobed like that, with his claws, felt hot all over.
"Whoa, hey, no tearing off anything, I need to get dressed again afterwards." He regretfully batted his hands away, undid his own vest, unlaced his shirt.
"Aw."
"--And leave your arm in the sling, if you can."
"Huh. Guess iz gross." Velimir looked a little nonplussed.
Sorin headbutted him in the ribcage. "Iz not wanting to hurt you worse, stupid."
Velimir hummed to cover up a laugh, nuzzled his temple, no teasing to see here, just affectionate cuddles. "Leetle pain iz good for hyu."
Sorin leaned in and bit his collarbone, which was all he could reach without going on tiptoes.
"Yeow!"
They were wrestling somehow, sinking to the floor more or less gracefully, Sorin trying to straddle him so he could rub his knuckles on that jerk's face and Velimir one-handed parrying his fists without even trying to grab them, looking supremely entertained. Sorin somehow caught his huge wrist, put all his weight on it, and knew he was being humored when it was slowly pushed to the floor.
"Oh no, Hy voz caught." The idiot batted his eyelashes at him. "Wot iz hyu going to do with me now."
Sorin straddled his waist, looked at him as thoughtfully as he could while so flushed. "Dunno, what's traditional in these cases?"
"Torture?"
"--Velimir." He could see it had shot out entirely without thought, too. The Jäger pursed his lips, and then grinned hopefully up at him.
"Sexy torture?"
He was ridiculous. Sorin laughed, and went about unbuttoning him. "I'm a bit short on shackles at the moment."
"Boo."
His uniform jacket was only good to be thrown in a fire by now -- liberally bloodstained, missing a sleeve and the upper half of its back -- but it must have looked smart on him before. Sorin helped him guide his hurt arm out of the sleeve hole, vest and then shirt, was glad when he did put the sling back on.
There were bruises on him but they looked a week old already, for all that Sorin could judge through the strange tint of his skin. There was one on his temple, dark and large, already three times smaller than he remembered it from this afternoon.
In a fit of bravery Sorin chucked his own vest and shirt off to the side, sat there shirtless for a second before he went for his own belt. The Jäger just watched him, eyes glowing in the dim light coming through the front grate.
He'd gone so far. He could keep going. He shuffled backwards -- stopped breathing when he felt a telltale bump under his ass -- shuffled farther, onto Velimir's thighs.
Okay. Belt. He could do belts. From the outside it was barely more complicated.
"Dis is de life," Velimir told him, a fatuous smile on his face. Sorin dug his fingers into his side to check for ticklishness.
"You lazy bastard."
"Mnh."
Velimir's good hand started caressing his thigh, his hip, squeezing through the cloth. Sorin opened the Jäger's pants and slipped a hand inside his underwear, knees tightening on Velimir's hips instinctively when he felt the warm, silky-soft shaft in his hand. Velimir sighed, rolled his hips under him.
Sorin fished his dick out, and promptly burst out laughing.
"Oh my god. Why did I not expect that. What on God's green earth, Veli!"
Under him Velimir had his lips pursed with all due seriousness, and his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Dis is mine glowschtick," he informed Sorin solemnly.
"I noticed oh my little baby narwhals."
It glowed irradiated-green too. Strongest at the head, but pretty much all over -- the skin was so fine and soft. He ran his thumb up and down his length, biting his lip as he looked. It was... it was a pretty nice piece, for all that it did look a bit too much like an actual glowing mushroom when he tugged the foreskin down.
"I can't believe it actually glows. Where else..." He shook his head, at a loss of how to finish his sentence.
"Unless hyu wanna do an inspekshun before hyu bugger me, hyu iz not going to see de rest."
Sorin groaned, slapped Velimir's stomach. Of course he was blushing like the world was on fire again. "Why would I -- why would I look in there--"
"Oho." Velimir waggled his eyebrows. "Interested?"
"No!" He hesitated. Not about looking, he'd probably burst into actual flames if Velimir showed him. (He kind of did want to look, deep down with all the very dirty, depraved thoughts he did not ever dwell on, but. Yes. He would die.) "Do you, uh. Want me to?"
"Hm?"
He growled it, because it wouldn't come out without less push behind it. "Bugger you. Do you want me to?" He kind of, yes, he did want that. Maybe. Yes. Oh god, yes, please. Just...
Velimir sat up under him without apparent effort. Sorin watched the muscles of his abdomen tense under the skin.
He leaned in to kiss him and Sorin leaned into him, groaning in relief.
"Hyu have really nice shoulders," Velimir said quietly in his ear. Sorin grunted in embarrassment.
"I'd better. With the job I--"
"Sveetling. Do you want me to lead?"
He nodded, eyes closed tight, face pressed against Velimir's shoulder.
Velimir guided him down onto his back -- the floor was warm, like the outside of a banked forge. They were kissing as he pulled Sorin's pants off, smooth and without a single snag and Sorin wondered how many years of experience, if that was what came out of being a young Jäger then -- mnh.
Two quick tugs and his feet were bare, his pants and underwear off him, and Velimir crawled back over him and it was all bare skin against him from thigh to chest.
They kissed; Velimir kissed his throat, nipped it as Sorin kneaded at his shoulders, his now completely healed back. Skin against skin, the weight of him pressing, pushing like an insistent cat...
"Do you want to?" Sorin offered quietly, knees parting under him. Velimir made a low growly sound against his neck, his big rough hand cupping the inside of Sorin's thigh and squeezing, sending a pulse of pleasure-need straight up to his crotch.
"Don't tempt me."
Sorin wasn't sure if he'd mind if Velimir was tempted. It was -- a bit scary, but.
Leaning on his elbow, Velimir spat into his hand, and then lined their erections together, started rocking against Sorin.
It felt good, warm and tight and a bit rough; the idea of the thing got to him even harder than the physical contact. He clung to Velimir's shoulders, thrust into his hand, against his length. There was just the one thing...
"Are you -- hngh -- are you going to--"
"Mnh?"
Sorin groaned. "To -- keep that goddamned hat on?"
Velimir almost reared back, let go of their erections to plant his good hand on the floor and glower down at him. "Hoy! No dissing of de hat. Hy take off de hat when Hy iz dead, und not before."
Then he dived down to plant a wet raspberry on Sorin's stomach. Sorin shrieked.
He batted at the hat, but he didn't make contact before his hand was pinned down to the floor. He squirmed to get out of the hold, went after the hat with his other hand, only for both his wrists to end up in Velimir's grip together somehow. He hadn't even seen him move.
"Dat vas very naughty."
Velimir proceeded to trail raspberries and nibbles up and down his chest and ribs until Sorin was breathless and whimpering with laughter.
"I give! I give, surrender, stop, mercy--"
"Hy iz Jägerkin," Velimir purr-growled. "Hy haff no mercy."
But the next time his mouth touched his stomach it was a kiss, wet and toothy. He let go of Sorin's hands, let Sorin wind them around his shoulders, trace the muscles of his upper back, knead them.
He was making his way down. Sorin barely had time to anticipate it before he was capturing the head of Sorin's dick in his hot, wet mouth. He arched his spine off the floor, hands scrabbling for a handhold, something to dig his fingers into.
He'd been flagging a little from all the laughter and silliness; he wasn't now. He threw his head back, fighting not to moan and not succeeding.
He was going to go off early, he was, he was, until Velimir let him go all of a sudden, all cold and damp but for the fingers around the base of him, and then he wailed. "Don't you dare!"
"Hy dare a great many things," Velimir purred, and then straddled his hips and sank onto him.
He stopped moving the second the head of Sorin's dick had popped in (tight tight tight) and Sorin clawed mindlessly at his thighs with his stupidly blunt nails and tried to buck up, but the Jäger only rode the motion, hissing quietly.
Oh. Was Sorin hurting him? Oh -- crap. Okay. Okay, he could stop moving. He could. He pressed the small of his back against the floor again, hands tight enough on Velimir's legs to bruise.
He hadn't expected that, at all, even despite how much he'd wanted it. Shouldn't Velimir want to fuck him instead? He was older and in control and--
And he was still in control even now, of the depth and speed and everything, slowly sinking onto him, so tight it almost hurt.
"You -- you okay?" Sorin managed to gasp. "You didn't -- I could have, I--"
Velimir sank the rest of the way down on him and sat there, breathing maybe a little fast. He'd softened a little; he cupped himself, pumped his length, rocking tentatively on Sorin's dick.
"Dun haff any oil to --" a short breathy pause; "--make it easier on hyu. Hy vill not fuck hyu dry on hyu first time unless you like de pain a lot more."
He leaned in to kiss Sorin's nose, smiled, small but toothy.
"That und Hy really like it. So."
Sorin laughed, half because of relief. He just... hadn't been sure. How it happened, between men. Tavern jokes only went so far, and apparently half of them went the wrong way.
He wrapped his hand around Velimir's hand on his erection. (Velimir's hand was huge, not twice as wide as his but pretty close, and his dick was nowhere near as disproportionate.) They rocked together and he tried to hold back, tried to match the rhythm better but it was hard and he just, his body wanted more, he wanted more and it wasn't enough, and it was maddening.
He grabbed Velimir's hip, pushed, toes trying to dig through the floor. The Jäger grunted -- aw, come on, what now -- and blinked down at him. He looked... Brighter. The blue-green of his face more brown. (Blushing? Oh.)
Sorin was about to go crazy with this pace. "Roll over -- please, fuck--"
Velimir growled at him, drove himself down on him hard. Sorin braced his heels and heaved. The Jäger tried to catch himself with his injured hand, was fouled by the sling, almost faceplanted on Sorin's chest. Sorin tried to roll them over, only partially succeeded.
"Rrrrgh." Velimir bit his collarbone, hooked a heel behind his thigh, and finished rolling them over, though he was staring at Sorin like a challenge, frustrated. "Demanding brat."
"Old man," Sorin replied very intelligently as he fumbled to set his knees without slipping out any more than he had.
Velimir was letting him. He grinned down.
Velimir's long, strange legs went around his waist, locking together over his hips; he pulled him in.
Sorin bit him back, panting against his chest as he fucked him. His hands roamed blindly, groping and kneading deep, fingertips digging in the way that made Velimir grunt and push into his hold. Velimir didn't try to slow him down, didn't tell him to be more gentle, and he was so close and it felt so good and fierce and bright --
He'd planned -- vaguely -- to stop, to slow down, any second now. His orgasm took him by surprise, a rush of pleasure that drove him to thrust deep and hard and stay there, as deep as he could, as Velimir clenched all around him.
It didn't take long before overstimulation turned into something that almost hurt, and he pulled out, shuddering all over.
Velimir was still hard, his shaft bobbing against his flat belly, in a nest of pale sea-foam curls.
"Aw, hell. Sorry." Sorin tried to pull free; Velimir's legs were still locked around him. "Sorry, I'll --"
God, he was tired. Tired and sore in every muscle of his back and sweaty all over; he wanted to nap in the heat of the transport's back, but he'd be so ashamed if he left Velimir like that and--
And a huge hand was pressing against his mouth.
"If hyu iz not kissink me in two seconds, Hy iz going to cry."
He was trying not to laugh, the utter jerk.
Sorin bit his hand, of course.
"Yeowch. Mine leetle wildcat. Leetle lava cannon. Pew, pew--"
"I'll make you cry," Sorin promised grimly, and toppled onto his chest to kiss him.
He could feel Velimir's erection trapped between their bodies. He ground down on it, a bit awkward now that desire wasn't keeping the tempo for him, but determined.
Velimir purred into his mouth, groaned like it was all according to plan, and Sorin kissed him harder, with more teeth, which only got him two hands -- damn it, the sling! -- sliding down his back to grab him by the ass cheeks.
(One hand grabbed a lot more than the other one. He hoped the big idiot wasn't hurting himself.)
"Try for a second one?" Velimir asked him as he squeezed at his ass. Sorin shook his head. (What time was it? Was the engine cool enough to go now? He wanted to roll around all afternoon and late into evening but they couldn't, he couldn't.)
"I'm good. Can I do something?" he asked, and then yawned a little bit, which took him completely by surprise. "Um. Whoops."
"Hy iz putting you to sleep, Hy see."
"No! No, it's good, it's nice, it's better than nice, I want to do it again -- a lot -- are you teasing me again."
His eyes were sparkling, human brown and familiar-friendly, only with glowing lids that looked a bit like he had used ground uranium for eye powder . "Better question iz, vhen am Hy not?"
Sorin nipped at the tip of his nose, at the odd little scales along the bridge. They felt more like hard leather than like fish scales or nails against his lips, and bowed a little under his teeth. Velimir growled back, a low, oddly laid-back, rolling sound.
He rolled them over again, pushed Sorin onto his back and then onto his other side. Sorin went with it, with maybe a little trepidation, breath hitching when Velimir cuddled up against his back, thighs pressed to the back of his thighs, his hard dick nestled against Sorin's ass.
He twisted an arm backward so he could touch Velimir's waist, hold on. "Are you going to --"
Velimir snorted against the back of his neck. "Put it in? Dere is so much more to do than just that."
He pushed a knee between Sorin's legs, guided his dick between his thighs, all snug and warm.
"Dere, sveethot -- hyu just hold me there... Doing good..."
He whispered to Sorin, little meaningless words and little encouragements, so careful and tender and nice Sorin wanted to burrow in his arms and never come out, if he could have. He wanted to sleep here and just, just...
Yes. Strong arms around him, calluses against his skin -- someone just as big as he was, bigger. The scent of him, the stubble against his skin, the hard shaft and the easy strength and...
It might feel physically better -- he was too inexperienced to tell, and it hadn't been... it had been good, not perfect. He was never going to feel this right with a woman.
Maybe it would still feel okay.
Maybe.
He closed his eyes and rocked with him, his head resting in the crook of Velimir's elbow, did nothing but run his hand up and down his bunching, straining thigh and feel him and his hand closing on Sorin's hips and his thrusts, his weight, the silky skin of his dick against the fuzz between Sorin's inner thighs.
Velimir spilled on his skin, forehead pressed to his spine, panting, and Sorin caressed his hand and carefully thought of nothing much.
It felt nice in here with him, too warm now but nice.
Outside the sun was approaching the horizon and it was dim under the trees, outside the Viscountess approached, outside was ...
"Urgh. Can't my brain shut up for ten minutes after sex, honestly. Even five. That'd be nice." Sighing, he turned in Velimir's arms, hugged him back.
"Mnh." Velimir slid a hand down his spine. "Hyu learn vhen it's useful to vorry or not vith time, Hy guess."
Sigh. "Yeah, I think that's just you guys."
He cuddled another five minutes, selfishly, before the itch under his skin grew too much to be ignored and he had to sit up and clean himself and get dressed.
Velimir watched him, sitting cross-legged on the floor on his bare ass and chewing contentedly on a chunk of barely-grilled meat.
"I'm opening the back," Sorin informed him, stealing little glances because he was allowed now. (Wow.) "Gotta get some air flow going in here if we want it to cool down before tomorrow...?" Velimir shrugged, and swallowed another mouthful.
When the giant weasel attacked, Velimir had to fight it in the nude but for his hat. Sorin thought he minded more than Velimir did.
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By the middle of the afternoon Sorin's seat had started feeling a bit too warm to be natural under him; Velimir was squirming and grunting with displeasure in his sleep. Considering the seats were solid wood, that was a bit worrisome. Sorin eyed the needles and quadrants but none of them told him anything he understood.
Maybe it needed to cool down. Or be refueled. Or both. The trees were tall and dark in this valley, so he found a flattish place between the trees he thought they could fit through and swerved the transport until they were well out of sight of the road. (He only crushed one bush, so hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable.) Then he parked and nudged the Jäger awake.
Velimir jerked upright so fast he knocked his head into the door frame. Sorin winced.
"Did you just seriously make your concussion worse?"
"Oof. Mebbe." He squinted through the window. "Ve stopped?"
"Gotta let the engine cool down." Sorin stretched in his seat, winced as his back cracked. His shoulders were incredibly sore. "I've got to..."
He wasn't sure what he had to do. Check the engine, see what he was working with? That wouldn't enable him to fix or understand it if anything went wrong. Give him pieces to replicate and he could probably manage, with an anvil and a good furnace and maybe some molds for the fiddly bits, but putting it all together...
Look for food? Yeah, he still hadn't magically learned how to hunt weaponless, and he didn't trust the mushrooms much.
Maybe nap. Yeah. Maybe that. He wasn't sleepy, but who knew when he would next get the chance.
He wasn't sure if Velimir felt good enough to keep watch properly, though.
He went to piss against a tree, then opened the back to -- oh wow, toasty warm in there. Emphasis on toast. The metal box that ran like a bench alongside the grate was actually, honest to God red-hot in places. Goodness fucking gracious. The casing was going to warp under its own weight pretty soon at this rate.
He put on his heavy leather gloves, and got his longest tongs, and manipulated the hatches open. A wave of dry heat slapped him across the face. He hurried to let the top hinge closed again. It felt like a foundry in there, and he knew from foundries.
"Wot? Did hyu find a lava cannon back dere?" Velimir inquired, turning to peer through the grate, and yelped a little when he touched it and found it burning-hot.
"I think," Sorin started, slow and mildly incredulous, "we've been sitting on a lava engine."
The Jäger paused. "But iz it about to erupt under our ass cheeks."
Sorin snorted, gave it a wary look. "I don't know, but I'd be happy if you got out of the cabin just in case. Probably it just needs to cool down, but that's going to take a while. At a look I'd say at least three hours."
Velimir shouldered his own door open (the whole thing fell out) and dropped to the ground. A few seconds later he was standing beside Sorin in the open back.
"Hm. Vell. Ve did come pretty far with it. It goes fast. Und dey vill haff to cool down their own too, probably..."
"We'll go slower walking away now than waiting for it?" Sorin summarized. Velimir grunted, nodded. His eyebrows were knit in displeasure.
"Hy vant to move, but."
Sorin wasn't sure he trusted him to be healthy enough to start carrying a grown man around again, at any rate. "It's fine. I like driving better too. Better chances of meeting travelers."
"Mmh."
He stood there beside Sorin as Sorin cautiously cracked the casing open again to allow more heat to escape and propped it on his tongs, which was not the best solution but still better than holding it up with the strength of his extended arm.
"How hot?"
"Hot enough that you'd leave all the skin of your hand behind if you touched it," Sorin replied dryly. "So please don't touch it. I know that look. You're planning something and I'm not going to--"
"Hy haff de best idea!" Velimir exclaimed with a wide grin, and disappeared into the woods.
Sorin sighed heavily and went to sit on the ramp, where it was nicely warm but not hot enough to borderline burn him through his pants.
At least he seemed to be feeling better. Sorin sat there and thought about nothing in particular for a while, maybe fifteen, twenty minutes.
"Hy return!"
The Jäger was carrying a dead boar -- not full grown, a mere teenage boar, but a huge thing nonetheless. He dropped it at Sorin's feet -- almost on his feet -- and started skinning it with great enthusiasm. More with his claws than with his boot knife.
Apparently he'd bled it while he was carrying it back. There was a trail of blood all down the side of his jacket. Sorin supposed it had already been ruined.
"That's a bit much for only two -- oh."
Velimir grinned up at him, and handed him the first set of steaks to go put on the metal top.
Sorin supposed that if it had cooled too much to cook them, a little more time on the road would fix it right up.
It hadn't.
It smelled delicious.
It was nice and dim under the huge trees, crepuscular almost despite it not being past four or five in the afternoon at the latest. In the truck they took turns flipping over the meat and eating their fill, for the first time in what felt to Sorin like a century. Or at least a week. The meat was tough under his teeth, but flavorful and deliciously filling.
"Wow. This is almost making everything be worth it."
Velimir chuckled at him over the handful of meat he was cramming between his bear trap teeth. "Ho?"
"Not really. But it does make me feel pretty reconciled to the whole thing, for now." He reclined against the still-warm wall and patted his stomach. "I'll probably change my mind again when I'm done digesting."
"Nah, dere's enough meat for another day at least."
"Pff."
He nibbled on a rib, eyes half-closed. It smelled so good. He wasn't hungry anymore -- how strange that was -- but he still wanted to sit here until his hair smelled like barbecue for the next decade.
Which was, granted, a little gross, but.
"Iz not de same vithout a real fire," Velimir said with a point of melancholy.
"Well, it isn't like the Viscountess can't guess we're still on the road, but at the same time having a smoke beacon up--"
Velimir pointed at the sky desultorily. In a gap between the leaves Sorin could see a plume of smoke in the distance.
"Charcoal mounds, Hy think. Hy seen like six or sevvun ov dem." He gave Sorin a hopeful look.
Sigh. "Okay, fine, just pick up a branch and put it in the engine," Sorin said, knowing the Jäger actually would. "Fair warning, it's going to catch a lot faster than you expect."
"Thenks for tellink me all about der lava," Velimir replied drolly. "Hy iz chust ein poor dumb Jäger from de schticks who haff nevur seen any ov dese newfangled melty rocks befur."
Sorin spluttered, and then chuckled, smiled at him, a bit embarrassed. "Okay, shut up, sorry. I'll help gather wood," he added as an apology.
"Good, cuz vit mine burnt arm Hy can either pick it up or carry it, not both." A pause. "Unless Hy bring back de whole tree."
They had a fire built on the ramp soon enough. They sat at the top of the slope, where the cooler air caressed their faces while the heat radiating from the engine kept their backs toasty warm.
"So what's the deal with your accent anyway?" Sorin asked as he watched Velimir poke at the fire with a stick. "Do all Jäger put it on to confuse people or what?"
Velimir sneaked him a narrow-eyed, play-warning look. "Hy do not put it on."
"Uh huh. I think I'm going to stay with my theory that you guys enjoy making people stare dumbly and be all confused."
Velimir elbowed him in the side. "Iz not like dat at all!" He cleared his throat, like he was a bit embarrassed, which was an oddly cute expression on a man with a vigorous three day old beard and a maw full of pointy teeth and radioactive-glowy bits. "Hy iz just pretty young, as Jägerkin go."
"Oh." Wow. It hadn't even occurred to Sorin to wonder. Velimir just looked oddly ageless.
"De odderz have de heavier accent because dey iz older. Is how they talk in their time! Vhen Hy stay vith them, mine accent goes heavy too, is all."
"Oh. Makes sense." A pause. And then he dared a wise, thoughtful nod. "And then you have fun going up and down the understandable scale because you're a jerk, right?"
Velimir shoved him, laughing. Sorin almost fell off the ramp.
"Hey, careful!" he grumped, like he'd never horsed around worse with friends back home. "I'm not as durable as your brothers."
He regretted the jest when he saw Velimir's expression fall a little. "Guess not."
"You, uh. You miss them, don't you."
Velimir shrugged, looking into the fire. "Of course. Ve iz pack. Not right to be alone."
Sorin sat back down -- maybe a little closer than he had been -- ducked his head, rubbed his gloved hand against the back of his neck. "Can I... Can I ask you about Jägers? In general."
"Hm."
Velimir gave him a long, thoughtful look. Did he trust Sorin that much? Did he want to share? Sorin waited, breath held.
"One more. Den iz mine turn to ask nosy things."
"Why do..." He hesitated. "Do all of them feel like that? Is it part of the, the being a Jäger thing?"
"Mnh. Yes." A little shake of his head. "Only one who effer left, he waz wrong in his head. Urgh."
But did he leave because he was wrong, or was he seen as wrong because he left? Maybe the fealty programming hadn't taken.
If he said that to Velimir, he'd be lucky if the man talked to him even once for the rest of the trip. He'd heard it wasn't necessarily bad, anyway. Velimir had told him it had been his choice, which only corroborated the rumors. He seemed pretty content with it. Proud, even.
It did sound like he really, honestly cared for them, like family. So...
"How come you ended up alone in Vulkanburg? Special mission? Did you suspect--"
Velimir cleared his throat, looked away. "Nah. We voz due for inspection next week, doing other towns first." Another cough, and then a bright, embarrassed grin. "Hy get drunk und climb in de beer delivery truck, wake up on de road. Den Hy haff such a headache, Hy just go never mind, Hy vill catch up once Hy know where Hy iz, de driver vould fuss und scream und mine head hurts too much for dat schilliness, und Hy go back to sleep."
Sorin groaned loudly and clapped his forehead with both hands -- ow -- and tried not to laugh in sheer disbelief. "And then you were in town?"
"Und then Hy was in town, und de second dey see me people started screaming spy-stuff at me, which vas not in any vay suspicious. So Hy go looking." He shrugged.
"And then you found me and couldn't go back." Sorin bit his lip. He wasn't sure he wanted to ask how close to the town his friends were, how hard the choice had been. Velimir still had a duty to report the situation.
Then again, if the other town had been that close -- well. His friends would have been the closest Baron's troop, and a strong defense for the information Sorin had found. So... probably not.
That must have been some drinking binge.
A thought came to him and he frowned a little. "... Why are there even wild Jäger? Why didn't they come to Baron Wulfenbach with the rest of you guys? Do they -- do they gather in packs too?"
Velimir stared at him, startled by the topic change, and then... wrapped his arm around his knee, hugged it to his chest, rested his chin on it.
"...Velim-- Veli?"
"Dey ken't," he said abruptly, without looking. "Trios or pairs, or alone."
The way he played around with Sorin, talked to him, ribbed him, kept touching him -- when Sorin was a basic human, a townie? Could be Velimir honestly liked him that much. Could be he just felt that off, not having any of his people along for the trip. (Both at once would be good. Sorin wasn't going to assume Velimir meant all of his affectionate behavior.)
He tried to imagine Velimir alone for longer than the span of a busy mission. From everything he'd said...
From the way he'd said it...
"You make it sound like a death sentence."
The fire threw gold and red highlights on Velimir's face, but suddenly he realized he could see the greenish glow of his flesh, too, and it wasn't even that dark.
"It iz. Slow one."
Oh. Sorin leaned in, eyebrows knitting in worry. "What did they do?"
Velimir whirled so fast he startled. "Nothing!" His hand was thrown in the air, his bear trap teeth backlit by the hellish radiation glow of his mouth. "Iz nothing like dat! Dey iz saving us all! Iz not punishment."
He sat back down, breathed out, rubbed at his bruised temple.
"Iz an honor. Und a death sentence. Hy ken't--"
Chewing on his lip, Sorin risked a cautious hand to his elbow; when it wasn't shrugged off he pressed harder, squeezed. (I'm here. You're not alone now. Presumptuous. Better than nothing.)
"You don't have to tell me."
"Hy ken't do it. Not many ov us can. Iz, iz. Alone." He breathed in, squared his shoulders, straightened his back. It was like pure willpower, stuffing all that emotion back into a box. The control it denoted was impressive. Sorin felt -- oddly sad. Bittersweet. "De Masters need to know ve have not given up on them. Und we--"
We need to know it too.
"I understand," Sorin said, but he didn't. Not really. That kind of loyalty...
The Heterodyne Boys had been gone fifteen years now. (They hadn't even liked the Jägers much, it was said. Had left them at home with all the other relics of the clan's evil past.)
Probably for a creature that could live for five hundred, that didn't mean much. But the Jägers had to know...
They were always going to come first, for Velimir. His masters and his brothers.
It ached in the pit of his stomach, shortened his breath. He picked up a little bit of meat and chewed on it half-heartedly, to give himself something to do with his hands, to keep from letting it all on his face.
Velimir was massaging his head like it still hurt. Sorin wondered if he still had that concussion.
"Sorry for bringing it up. I didn't know it'd be so..."
"Mnh." Velimir waved his hand in the air without looking at him, returned to massaging the back of his neck, the spots behind his ears. "Ve talk happier things now, jah?"
"Yeah. I still owe you a question. Uh, more like three questions." He cringed a little, mostly put on. Velimir cracked a minuscule smile.
"Hmm. Or a big one maybe, jah?"
"Blergh. Yeah, alright."
"It occurs to me that hy haff no idea vhy hyu was in de tunnel that time. Hy ask hyu once und hyu said 'just an accident', und hyu don't like at all adventuring und spying like a schneak... Is it that hyu gave me a big stinky lie?"
He raised his eyebrows, eyes narrowed in over-the-top suspicion. Sorin groaned, loudly. Any other time, he might have been honestly embarrassed. Right now? It was so much better than dwelling on the previous topic.
Besides, Velimir had given him something. He should, too.
"One thing first: I was not adventuring. I like my life perfectly boring and ordinary, thank you."
The Jäger coughed into his fist, something that definitely clearly sounded like liar. Sorin magnanimously pretended he'd briefly gone deaf.
"I was in the tunnels because... I'm apprenticed to this very nice man who treats me like a son."
"Und he vos kidnapped!"
"--No. Definitely not."
"Poo."
Sorin glared a little. "Let me tell the story! Anyway, Master Iliescu has a very good reputation, but he -- well. His daughter disappeared two weeks ago, and he was. You know. Distraught." He sighed. "So he was distracted, and he made a mistake, and I didn't realize until curfew, and I didn't want to let him be shamed the next day when the whole locomotive he'd been paid pretty heftily for fell apart. Possibly on top of its new owner. It was just a small tweak!"
Velimir nodded, watching him patiently.
"So I sneaked out--"
"Und did not get caught. Hy notice."
"... Okay, it might not have been the first time I'd sneaked out." Velimir coughed pointedly again. Sorin glared. "Or the second or even the third shut up. Point was, I wasn't breaking curfew for a bad reason or anything, so why did it matter? So I went, and fixed the thing, and..."
"And?"
He bit his lips, rounded his shoulders. "I saw her. In the street, past curfew. His daughter, I mean."
"His daughter who haz been gone for two weeks."
"Yeah. Then she disappeared in that weird lava-flow tunnel I'd never seen before, and I visited a lot of the town's tunnels when I was a kid. So I followed to see where she was going, and, well."
"Ahh," Velimir said, enlightened. "Fallen in loyalty with her Mistress, huh. Und now she sees nothing but der maniacal glow in her eyes. So sweet."
"It's not sweet! It's creepy!"
-- Argh. Couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't hear it.
"What was stopping her from stopping by her father's place to tell him? Or, alright, they would have argued about it, they're both pretty stubborn, but she could have sent a letter! She was still in town and everything." He huffed, nudged at a log with his toe to push it farther into the fire. "It really wasn't right to worry us all like that."
Velimir was nodding with the air of someone who was humoring the crazy-but-harmless person. Growling, Sorin shoved him. Velimir shoved back. Sorin's flailing hand caught a grip on his jacket, almost dragged it straight off his shoulders before the collar halted the distressed cloth's bid for freedom.
He was yanked back up a bit too hard, ended up nose to nose with the Jäger, under the shade of his ever-present hat.
"Hoy dere."
"Hey," Sorin whispered, and tried not to blush. He'd started to wonder if Velimir was still even really interested. If he was just... If growing an actual friendship between them meant he didn't need to flirt stupidly anymore.
From the heat gathering in his gaze Sorin had been the stupid one.
"Think de engine is cooled enough to go?" Velimir asked in a low, veiled voice. Sorin shivered.
"Uh. Maybe, yes -- wait, no, I. It's still pretty warm."
A slow smile bloomed on Velimir's face. Sorin was caught all over again staring at the fey glow of his lips, where the skin was so thin and damp and new. "Better not risk it, huh."
Sorin's throat was dry. "Yeah. Better not."
The Jäger raised his injured arm, brushed his fingers down Sorin's cheek, under his jaw, down the line of his throat. Sorin only wondered if he could feel with that hand for a very short time, and then it was like all his thoughts had vanished, and his body was just--
He kissed Velimir first this time, mouth opening needy, hungry, made a little throaty noise of approval when he was kissed back, long and slow, explorative. He caught himself crawling into Veli's lap, a thigh thrown across Velimir's and his hands on the Jäger's shoulders -- and then again he realized mostly because Velimir was stopping him, a hand on his hip to keep it from getting closer.
"Sorin, sveetie..."
He swallowed, leaned back a bare half-inch. "Yeah?"
"Hyu gotta tell me how far hyu see this going," Velimir said quietly against his lips.
Sorin burrowed into his neck. Swallowed.
(He smelled sweaty and smoky and male and nice. Not nice like flowers; nice like sweat, like male, like animal yes, want.)
"Far as you want."
There was a short pause where nothing happened during which he started to think he'd -- said something wrong, he didn't know -- and then Velimir leaned back, no, no, no --
"Then we need to smother de fire und lock de transport." A short kiss to the corner of his jaw, a bite -- "... Before we get too busy."
Sorin's first "Oh" came out so quiet it was more breath than sound. "That's. Probably a good idea. Yeah."
He started to push away, stole another kiss -- nervous intensity, slightly off-center, too rough -- tore himself out of his lap. Somehow. Velimir's eyes on him were a more solid hold than his arms.
He was cold, he felt awkward, he felt -- he wasn't sure, no, yes he was, it was a stupid decision that he was going to regret but he was just going to own it. He wanted it.
It would ache no matter what when Velimir left. Might as well get something good out of it first. Yeah.
Something like that.
He kicked the fire over the edge of the ramp, into damp, green grass, hopped off to stomp the embers out, head bowed, eyes on his feet. Fascinating sight. He'd gone hard with embarrassing swiftness, not fully there yet, but soon enough.
So needy and ignorant and --
Velimir wouldn't mind. Wouldn't care. He knew Sorin had never really -- he knew.
And the fire looked pretty dead now. He bent down and pulled out a few clumps of grass just in case, so the fire would have nothing to burn.
"Sorin," Velimir said, calm, patient, like he'd been with him from the start -- as if he'd always known they would end up here? Or maybe... "Hyu is all tense."
"I'm fine--"
"Don't schmell fine." He sighed, shook his head, no, never mind. "Hy say hy vant hyu sure."
Sorin threw his hands in the air. "I'm sure! I'm just also nervous. That happens."
"Ve can wait a bit longer, dat is fine. At worst Hy finish myself vith mine hands. No harm done."
Sorin's face burned. "Yeah, apart from the harm done to my pride, but hey."
"Hy iz not fucking your pride." A frown, and then another quiet sigh. It stung. Sorin was a tease and Velimir was resigned to it, what else was new. "Hy seen this before. People push it, no, Hy iz not afraid ov you, won't step back. Und then it goes all weird und wrong. No."
Sorin squared his shoulders and marched up the ramp, eyes narrow and jaw set. "Alright, you can stop telling me what I mean right now."
He grabbed the Jäger by the hips and yanked him until their bodies collided; Velimir went mostly out of surprise.
"Hoy--"
He blinked down at Sorin, eyes a little wide, an eyebrow arched, inviting an explanation. Sorin huffed, went on tiptoes to kiss his mouth.
"How much longer did you think my virtue was going to hold on, anyway," he asked, voice gone rough, awkward. "What did you think it was, Castle Heterodyne?"
A laugh burst out of Velimir's mouth. He leaned in, pressed his forehead to Sorin's to grin at him at almost point blank range. "Hoo. Not so impregnable den."
Sorin laughed with him, couldn't help it, even though he'd wanted to stay annoyed. "Do I have to open my gates myself and call out for burglars or what?"
"Sometimes der Kestle does that," Velimir mused. "Does not usually end up so well for de burglars--"
"The castle what? What in hell -- no, you know what, I don't even care. If your hands aren't on my ass in two seconds I'm cutting them off at the wrist and putting them there myself."
Velimir laughed into his mouth and -- finally -- obeyed.
Their hips didn't line up, Velimir too high on his goat legs, but he bent down with a chuckle and slid his good hand all the way down Sorin's spine, squeezed -- a shocked thrill stabbed him right in the groin -- palmed his ass, slipped his fingers down the seat of his pants. Sorin groaned, rocked up against him, hands tightening bruise-hard on his hips and then sliding around to match him.
Gods above. That ass. He'd been watching it bounce around for days. He looked up to tell Velimir that, peevedly; Velimir swooped down, kissed him. Lifted him off the ground, until Sorin's arms went around his neck instead, until his thighs locked around the Jäger's hips. He tucked his feet against the back of Velimir's thighs, heel nudging the underside of his ass, and kissed him until he felt dizzy. That big hand gave him a last squeeze and let go, and he clung the way he was getting so used to.
Something metal made a ratcheting noise. Oh. Right. The chain. The ramp.
Clang. Safely locked in. Go away, monsters. He spared the barest of thoughts for the worry that the Viscountess' people might catch up to them, and then he didn't want to think it anymore and shoved it away. If he denied himself this again he was going to go mad.
He was pressed against an oddly warm wall, was kissed some more. Rocked against, slow and patient until he was growling, was winding his fingers in Velimir's hair and pulling, tugging here and there in frustration.
"Ahh, young tings," Velimir mused against his mouth. "So impatient."
Sorin bit him. Bit him and dug his fingers into the muscles of his back, his neck, squeezing and releasing and clinging, pulling him closer, back to his mouth. (His fingers were scratched and bruised to hell and back but right now he barely felt it.)
"It's going to be -- very -- embarrassing -- if I blow in my pants," he said, teeth gritted, as Velimir ground up just right against his erection.
"Hyu can if hyu want," the Jäger told him. "Hyu iz young enough, might vell go twice." He grinned brightly.
Sorin's head spun a little. "I'll probably die first." He bit his lip. "No, I -- at least not clothed, f-for shame."
"Yeah?"
"Put me down right now."
Velimir let him slip back down to the ground, growled back a little, wound his claws between his buttons. Sorin thought about being disrobed like that, with his claws, felt hot all over.
"Whoa, hey, no tearing off anything, I need to get dressed again afterwards." He regretfully batted his hands away, undid his own vest, unlaced his shirt.
"Aw."
"--And leave your arm in the sling, if you can."
"Huh. Guess iz gross." Velimir looked a little nonplussed.
Sorin headbutted him in the ribcage. "Iz not wanting to hurt you worse, stupid."
Velimir hummed to cover up a laugh, nuzzled his temple, no teasing to see here, just affectionate cuddles. "Leetle pain iz good for hyu."
Sorin leaned in and bit his collarbone, which was all he could reach without going on tiptoes.
"Yeow!"
They were wrestling somehow, sinking to the floor more or less gracefully, Sorin trying to straddle him so he could rub his knuckles on that jerk's face and Velimir one-handed parrying his fists without even trying to grab them, looking supremely entertained. Sorin somehow caught his huge wrist, put all his weight on it, and knew he was being humored when it was slowly pushed to the floor.
"Oh no, Hy voz caught." The idiot batted his eyelashes at him. "Wot iz hyu going to do with me now."
Sorin straddled his waist, looked at him as thoughtfully as he could while so flushed. "Dunno, what's traditional in these cases?"
"Torture?"
"--Velimir." He could see it had shot out entirely without thought, too. The Jäger pursed his lips, and then grinned hopefully up at him.
"Sexy torture?"
He was ridiculous. Sorin laughed, and went about unbuttoning him. "I'm a bit short on shackles at the moment."
"Boo."
His uniform jacket was only good to be thrown in a fire by now -- liberally bloodstained, missing a sleeve and the upper half of its back -- but it must have looked smart on him before. Sorin helped him guide his hurt arm out of the sleeve hole, vest and then shirt, was glad when he did put the sling back on.
There were bruises on him but they looked a week old already, for all that Sorin could judge through the strange tint of his skin. There was one on his temple, dark and large, already three times smaller than he remembered it from this afternoon.
In a fit of bravery Sorin chucked his own vest and shirt off to the side, sat there shirtless for a second before he went for his own belt. The Jäger just watched him, eyes glowing in the dim light coming through the front grate.
He'd gone so far. He could keep going. He shuffled backwards -- stopped breathing when he felt a telltale bump under his ass -- shuffled farther, onto Velimir's thighs.
Okay. Belt. He could do belts. From the outside it was barely more complicated.
"Dis is de life," Velimir told him, a fatuous smile on his face. Sorin dug his fingers into his side to check for ticklishness.
"You lazy bastard."
"Mnh."
Velimir's good hand started caressing his thigh, his hip, squeezing through the cloth. Sorin opened the Jäger's pants and slipped a hand inside his underwear, knees tightening on Velimir's hips instinctively when he felt the warm, silky-soft shaft in his hand. Velimir sighed, rolled his hips under him.
Sorin fished his dick out, and promptly burst out laughing.
"Oh my god. Why did I not expect that. What on God's green earth, Veli!"
Under him Velimir had his lips pursed with all due seriousness, and his eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Dis is mine glowschtick," he informed Sorin solemnly.
"I noticed oh my little baby narwhals."
It glowed irradiated-green too. Strongest at the head, but pretty much all over -- the skin was so fine and soft. He ran his thumb up and down his length, biting his lip as he looked. It was... it was a pretty nice piece, for all that it did look a bit too much like an actual glowing mushroom when he tugged the foreskin down.
"I can't believe it actually glows. Where else..." He shook his head, at a loss of how to finish his sentence.
"Unless hyu wanna do an inspekshun before hyu bugger me, hyu iz not going to see de rest."
Sorin groaned, slapped Velimir's stomach. Of course he was blushing like the world was on fire again. "Why would I -- why would I look in there--"
"Oho." Velimir waggled his eyebrows. "Interested?"
"No!" He hesitated. Not about looking, he'd probably burst into actual flames if Velimir showed him. (He kind of did want to look, deep down with all the very dirty, depraved thoughts he did not ever dwell on, but. Yes. He would die.) "Do you, uh. Want me to?"
"Hm?"
He growled it, because it wouldn't come out without less push behind it. "Bugger you. Do you want me to?" He kind of, yes, he did want that. Maybe. Yes. Oh god, yes, please. Just...
Velimir sat up under him without apparent effort. Sorin watched the muscles of his abdomen tense under the skin.
He leaned in to kiss him and Sorin leaned into him, groaning in relief.
"Hyu have really nice shoulders," Velimir said quietly in his ear. Sorin grunted in embarrassment.
"I'd better. With the job I--"
"Sveetling. Do you want me to lead?"
He nodded, eyes closed tight, face pressed against Velimir's shoulder.
Velimir guided him down onto his back -- the floor was warm, like the outside of a banked forge. They were kissing as he pulled Sorin's pants off, smooth and without a single snag and Sorin wondered how many years of experience, if that was what came out of being a young Jäger then -- mnh.
Two quick tugs and his feet were bare, his pants and underwear off him, and Velimir crawled back over him and it was all bare skin against him from thigh to chest.
They kissed; Velimir kissed his throat, nipped it as Sorin kneaded at his shoulders, his now completely healed back. Skin against skin, the weight of him pressing, pushing like an insistent cat...
"Do you want to?" Sorin offered quietly, knees parting under him. Velimir made a low growly sound against his neck, his big rough hand cupping the inside of Sorin's thigh and squeezing, sending a pulse of pleasure-need straight up to his crotch.
"Don't tempt me."
Sorin wasn't sure if he'd mind if Velimir was tempted. It was -- a bit scary, but.
Leaning on his elbow, Velimir spat into his hand, and then lined their erections together, started rocking against Sorin.
It felt good, warm and tight and a bit rough; the idea of the thing got to him even harder than the physical contact. He clung to Velimir's shoulders, thrust into his hand, against his length. There was just the one thing...
"Are you -- hngh -- are you going to--"
"Mnh?"
Sorin groaned. "To -- keep that goddamned hat on?"
Velimir almost reared back, let go of their erections to plant his good hand on the floor and glower down at him. "Hoy! No dissing of de hat. Hy take off de hat when Hy iz dead, und not before."
Then he dived down to plant a wet raspberry on Sorin's stomach. Sorin shrieked.
He batted at the hat, but he didn't make contact before his hand was pinned down to the floor. He squirmed to get out of the hold, went after the hat with his other hand, only for both his wrists to end up in Velimir's grip together somehow. He hadn't even seen him move.
"Dat vas very naughty."
Velimir proceeded to trail raspberries and nibbles up and down his chest and ribs until Sorin was breathless and whimpering with laughter.
"I give! I give, surrender, stop, mercy--"
"Hy iz Jägerkin," Velimir purr-growled. "Hy haff no mercy."
But the next time his mouth touched his stomach it was a kiss, wet and toothy. He let go of Sorin's hands, let Sorin wind them around his shoulders, trace the muscles of his upper back, knead them.
He was making his way down. Sorin barely had time to anticipate it before he was capturing the head of Sorin's dick in his hot, wet mouth. He arched his spine off the floor, hands scrabbling for a handhold, something to dig his fingers into.
He'd been flagging a little from all the laughter and silliness; he wasn't now. He threw his head back, fighting not to moan and not succeeding.
He was going to go off early, he was, he was, until Velimir let him go all of a sudden, all cold and damp but for the fingers around the base of him, and then he wailed. "Don't you dare!"
"Hy dare a great many things," Velimir purred, and then straddled his hips and sank onto him.
He stopped moving the second the head of Sorin's dick had popped in (tight tight tight) and Sorin clawed mindlessly at his thighs with his stupidly blunt nails and tried to buck up, but the Jäger only rode the motion, hissing quietly.
Oh. Was Sorin hurting him? Oh -- crap. Okay. Okay, he could stop moving. He could. He pressed the small of his back against the floor again, hands tight enough on Velimir's legs to bruise.
He hadn't expected that, at all, even despite how much he'd wanted it. Shouldn't Velimir want to fuck him instead? He was older and in control and--
And he was still in control even now, of the depth and speed and everything, slowly sinking onto him, so tight it almost hurt.
"You -- you okay?" Sorin managed to gasp. "You didn't -- I could have, I--"
Velimir sank the rest of the way down on him and sat there, breathing maybe a little fast. He'd softened a little; he cupped himself, pumped his length, rocking tentatively on Sorin's dick.
"Dun haff any oil to --" a short breathy pause; "--make it easier on hyu. Hy vill not fuck hyu dry on hyu first time unless you like de pain a lot more."
He leaned in to kiss Sorin's nose, smiled, small but toothy.
"That und Hy really like it. So."
Sorin laughed, half because of relief. He just... hadn't been sure. How it happened, between men. Tavern jokes only went so far, and apparently half of them went the wrong way.
He wrapped his hand around Velimir's hand on his erection. (Velimir's hand was huge, not twice as wide as his but pretty close, and his dick was nowhere near as disproportionate.) They rocked together and he tried to hold back, tried to match the rhythm better but it was hard and he just, his body wanted more, he wanted more and it wasn't enough, and it was maddening.
He grabbed Velimir's hip, pushed, toes trying to dig through the floor. The Jäger grunted -- aw, come on, what now -- and blinked down at him. He looked... Brighter. The blue-green of his face more brown. (Blushing? Oh.)
Sorin was about to go crazy with this pace. "Roll over -- please, fuck--"
Velimir growled at him, drove himself down on him hard. Sorin braced his heels and heaved. The Jäger tried to catch himself with his injured hand, was fouled by the sling, almost faceplanted on Sorin's chest. Sorin tried to roll them over, only partially succeeded.
"Rrrrgh." Velimir bit his collarbone, hooked a heel behind his thigh, and finished rolling them over, though he was staring at Sorin like a challenge, frustrated. "Demanding brat."
"Old man," Sorin replied very intelligently as he fumbled to set his knees without slipping out any more than he had.
Velimir was letting him. He grinned down.
Velimir's long, strange legs went around his waist, locking together over his hips; he pulled him in.
Sorin bit him back, panting against his chest as he fucked him. His hands roamed blindly, groping and kneading deep, fingertips digging in the way that made Velimir grunt and push into his hold. Velimir didn't try to slow him down, didn't tell him to be more gentle, and he was so close and it felt so good and fierce and bright --
He'd planned -- vaguely -- to stop, to slow down, any second now. His orgasm took him by surprise, a rush of pleasure that drove him to thrust deep and hard and stay there, as deep as he could, as Velimir clenched all around him.
It didn't take long before overstimulation turned into something that almost hurt, and he pulled out, shuddering all over.
Velimir was still hard, his shaft bobbing against his flat belly, in a nest of pale sea-foam curls.
"Aw, hell. Sorry." Sorin tried to pull free; Velimir's legs were still locked around him. "Sorry, I'll --"
God, he was tired. Tired and sore in every muscle of his back and sweaty all over; he wanted to nap in the heat of the transport's back, but he'd be so ashamed if he left Velimir like that and--
And a huge hand was pressing against his mouth.
"If hyu iz not kissink me in two seconds, Hy iz going to cry."
He was trying not to laugh, the utter jerk.
Sorin bit his hand, of course.
"Yeowch. Mine leetle wildcat. Leetle lava cannon. Pew, pew--"
"I'll make you cry," Sorin promised grimly, and toppled onto his chest to kiss him.
He could feel Velimir's erection trapped between their bodies. He ground down on it, a bit awkward now that desire wasn't keeping the tempo for him, but determined.
Velimir purred into his mouth, groaned like it was all according to plan, and Sorin kissed him harder, with more teeth, which only got him two hands -- damn it, the sling! -- sliding down his back to grab him by the ass cheeks.
(One hand grabbed a lot more than the other one. He hoped the big idiot wasn't hurting himself.)
"Try for a second one?" Velimir asked him as he squeezed at his ass. Sorin shook his head. (What time was it? Was the engine cool enough to go now? He wanted to roll around all afternoon and late into evening but they couldn't, he couldn't.)
"I'm good. Can I do something?" he asked, and then yawned a little bit, which took him completely by surprise. "Um. Whoops."
"Hy iz putting you to sleep, Hy see."
"No! No, it's good, it's nice, it's better than nice, I want to do it again -- a lot -- are you teasing me again."
His eyes were sparkling, human brown and familiar-friendly, only with glowing lids that looked a bit like he had used ground uranium for eye powder . "Better question iz, vhen am Hy not?"
Sorin nipped at the tip of his nose, at the odd little scales along the bridge. They felt more like hard leather than like fish scales or nails against his lips, and bowed a little under his teeth. Velimir growled back, a low, oddly laid-back, rolling sound.
He rolled them over again, pushed Sorin onto his back and then onto his other side. Sorin went with it, with maybe a little trepidation, breath hitching when Velimir cuddled up against his back, thighs pressed to the back of his thighs, his hard dick nestled against Sorin's ass.
He twisted an arm backward so he could touch Velimir's waist, hold on. "Are you going to --"
Velimir snorted against the back of his neck. "Put it in? Dere is so much more to do than just that."
He pushed a knee between Sorin's legs, guided his dick between his thighs, all snug and warm.
"Dere, sveethot -- hyu just hold me there... Doing good..."
He whispered to Sorin, little meaningless words and little encouragements, so careful and tender and nice Sorin wanted to burrow in his arms and never come out, if he could have. He wanted to sleep here and just, just...
Yes. Strong arms around him, calluses against his skin -- someone just as big as he was, bigger. The scent of him, the stubble against his skin, the hard shaft and the easy strength and...
It might feel physically better -- he was too inexperienced to tell, and it hadn't been... it had been good, not perfect. He was never going to feel this right with a woman.
Maybe it would still feel okay.
Maybe.
He closed his eyes and rocked with him, his head resting in the crook of Velimir's elbow, did nothing but run his hand up and down his bunching, straining thigh and feel him and his hand closing on Sorin's hips and his thrusts, his weight, the silky skin of his dick against the fuzz between Sorin's inner thighs.
Velimir spilled on his skin, forehead pressed to his spine, panting, and Sorin caressed his hand and carefully thought of nothing much.
It felt nice in here with him, too warm now but nice.
Outside the sun was approaching the horizon and it was dim under the trees, outside the Viscountess approached, outside was ...
"Urgh. Can't my brain shut up for ten minutes after sex, honestly. Even five. That'd be nice." Sighing, he turned in Velimir's arms, hugged him back.
"Mnh." Velimir slid a hand down his spine. "Hyu learn vhen it's useful to vorry or not vith time, Hy guess."
Sigh. "Yeah, I think that's just you guys."
He cuddled another five minutes, selfishly, before the itch under his skin grew too much to be ignored and he had to sit up and clean himself and get dressed.
Velimir watched him, sitting cross-legged on the floor on his bare ass and chewing contentedly on a chunk of barely-grilled meat.
"I'm opening the back," Sorin informed him, stealing little glances because he was allowed now. (Wow.) "Gotta get some air flow going in here if we want it to cool down before tomorrow...?" Velimir shrugged, and swallowed another mouthful.
When the giant weasel attacked, Velimir had to fight it in the nude but for his hat. Sorin thought he minded more than Velimir did.
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