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VIII by the water-snake VII by Dhely

Chapter: 7 / 19 (+ epilogue) Author
: dhely
Genre: original
Fantasy Rating: NC-17 Pairing
: RainXDerek
Note: The characters are all mine, I use them for grimly my fun ... and hopefully for yours! ___


The night was turning pale.

Rain could not, not to smile.

He was worried, in a deep part of themselves: Derek had been nervous all day, had seemed tense and had a hard time falling asleep. Even now, asleep, restless move, which is very unusual for him, he always managed to show an enviable quiet, even in the worst moments.



He was worried, but how could she not smile?

Straits, in each other's arms. Naked skin against the skin, perfumes mixed, sex, passion and familiarity. His semen that dripped from the body.

was wonderful.

could not take lip from the skin of the shoulder: he would go crazy if he thought I had to move away from him.

With one hand grazed his side. She felt him tense, shaking a little, while whispering something in a language they could not understand.

With two fingers followed the tracks cut into the curve of the hip: I still remember when that wound had been inflicted, he remembered her warm body, blood, his eyes, his look, while the senses were not aware that perhaps this would be the last time they had met, in which he felt the its warmth. After that, there was the arrow stuck to the side of the shoulder, cut on the forearm, and a thousand others injured. Knights were, after all, and their bodies were covered with signs.

scars and memories.

Rain smiled because they were alive because they were together.

arms, bodies, skin. The heat and desire.

teeth shook just a flap of skin.

Derek groaned hoarsely.

her lover. Its wonderful lover.

He moved in his sleep more and more light, weaving a leg to that of Rain, then he seemed to sigh of satisfaction.

Rain held his breath when he turned the other's arms.

a toothy grin in the middle of a yawn. He reached out, without thinking, to brush her hair, and his eyes opened slowly, and bright.

"Ben woke up, Derek!"

How could he not smile? How could he not feel happy?

Despite everything.

Derek rubbed his forehead on his chest.

"How do you sleep with me torment? "

Brusco, but did not let him go, he remained close to him, motionless.

Rain sighed hugging him, then bit him a soft shoulder. He stared into his eyes, then laughed.

"can not stand it!"

jumped to his feet, in the dim light of the last embers reddish naked. He felt almost physically run after Derek's eyes on him, and had to stifle a shudder, the violent desire to go back to bed and start over.

"From what?"

Derek sat up, curious. Rain returned to plop on the bed holding, hands, a bundle of cloth. Happy, happy, warm as the noonday sun: disheveled hair, dark around the temples, and short, shorter than his.

Throughout the school only Hastor Master wore his hair long like those of Derek and the Serpent, but neither had a job even remotely similar to that of a warrior. He was very clear the idea that perhaps, for convenience, he had better cut, but Rain, every time I had mentioned, had insisted so much against this choice that he had never had the heart to do so.

And now, Rain, smiled enthusiastically at a foot from him, as if there was only one thing in the universe who did not go the right way. As if he did not feel so jealous, inside, and not he so afraid of what might happen, and closed his eyes, removing everything else.

him and Rain. Look no further.

"So?"

"Look!"

Curiosity did not take long to take precedence over all other thoughts.

Derek reached out a hand and two fingers, pulled back the flaps of cloth.

He squinted in the dim light: two daggers.

"hunting. - Rain took one, handing him. - Know Knot Deer? '

A legend.

Derek frowned at the front: a legend who had given birth to in a typical habits far from the capital of the kingdom. The land of

Aelric.

For the first time, the distressing feeling of betrayal associated with that name, vanished before even be consciously perceived. The deer

: nobility. And loyalty.

When you loved someone you had to hunt deer: use his horns to make the hilt of a dagger to hunt for themselves and a pendant to give to her, use her leather braid on the handle of the weapon and make-tie around his neck. On her blood were whispered wishes you wanted to see implemented. The bones were burned and scattered in a particular rite, the meat eaten together. Derek

accepted the dagger from the hand of Rain, amazed.

The day before they had eaten deer in the mess. Only their team: Rain had driven for them.

for him.

Rain had eaten, smiling bright, enthusiastic.

A deer for two lovers, a dagger and a jewel. But if two men were lovers?

Two daggers.

Derek felt his breath stuck in my throat. A mild pain on the heart, a strange weight, fingers and soul. He managed to tear his eyes from the objects he had in his hands, to watch him.

Rain seemed alarmed for his silence.

"Don't .. do you like? "The

eyes widened, buildings, eyes and fingers trembled visibly.

A pain inside, so unbearable, so ... blessed ... Derek could not say anything.

Rain lowered his eyes.

"Forgive me. - A whisper - there was not enough skin on both legs, so the daggers are bare. I had thought to do that too but I wanted to give it to you e. .. I could not wait. "

had more to say? Derek did not wait to hear it.

hugged him.

The dagger close at hand, the covers thrown to the side.

despair.

A desperation that made euphoric.

"It was for this ... Aelric you and ... "

He managed to whisper, her breath caught in my throat, heart beating in his chest, crazy.

Rain put her hand to shake his bare back, with a shiver of pleasure.

"It helped me. I did not know how you did and did not know any blacksmith who ask such a thing ... "

Her skin was beautiful. His back was a fairy tale: muscular, strong, elegant. He had wounds that had never been a coward: he had on his shoulder as the thickening of the straps from rubbing the frame, and some old sign, that maybe they were whipped, maybe something. Signs that seemed to letters written secret of an ancient past, that they had not scratched the beauty.

Derek raised his face: his eyes gleaming, hungry. A wild smile.

"The sheath is my business."

Rain blushed.

to the tips of ears felt a scorching heat mounted inside, burn the skin, viscera, making it weak and languid together.

was Derek's eyes, that expression, and his hands.

A ping, and another, muffled. The blankets thrown to the side.

Daggers touched down at the same time when Derek pushed his back Rain.

But there was no time, nor the possibility to look. The lips on my lips, kiss, hungry. To be in pieces if need be.

I followed the moans groans, the skin is taut, his limbs were opened. Hands to search, tap, rub.

Rain sank his teeth into his neck, grabbed her hips. Derek squeezed her legs around his back, holding back, soft, rubbing against her sex: a movement capable of losing his head to anyone. To do

crazy.

him: he cared only for Rain

closed his eyes, biting her lip.

It allowed a hoarse sob of pure passion. The dug his nails into his back when it was penetrated.
The Rain
breath gave him the momentum to his own pleasure. On his breath. To his heart.

He let go, his back, abandoned on the mattress, the hands that held him for Rain, again, strong and narrow hips. The movement was sharp taps, lunges hungry, almost desperate.

He narrowed his eyes.

The promise of a sunrise made her pearly white, perfectly cold, the sky outside the window.

But there, in his room, they were in the heart of a volcano, in the deepest bowels of the earth.

And when he reached orgasm, even see it was impossible: they existed only in the arms of Rain. His body. Her warmth.

His love.

___

Dawn had not yet arisen.

Kandak squeezed into the mantle along the long empty corridors of the Academy.

The day that starts like that were always horrible reach out and find only emptiness, and cold sheets.

Hastor still had to be immersed in God knows what, so why the Wizards could not do things by day, like everyone else, was an incomprehensible mystery.

The few servants was preparing the final preparations for the day was about to begin. The rooms of those who were to play the gathering were illuminated by very little, since it was passed to knock Kandak at their door.

The city, however, she would wake with a large delay with respect to all of them.

Kandak found himself smile just after he had gone through the corridors and porches, gardens and stables, the armory and classrooms, stood on the threshold of the portal opened the Academy that gave the world outside. He narrowed his eyes taking a deep breath.

The cold air already slipped down his throat, with icy claws.

The rain made it slow muffled any noise, the capital under his eyes looked quiet and ghostly, as if it was not going to ever wake up.

memories hit him in the face: what now for all of them, was normal, was considered a minor miracle. The silent streets, safe.

Nothing fights.

Order.

When he was a young knight, after nightfall, it was very difficult to find in the street, in honest people. Or, at least, wanted to have fun in a lawful.

Nights of rapes, fights. Soldiers without discipline. Drifters and prostitutes. Beggars. Wrong word for a drawn sword, daggers in his hands for fun. The bloodshed in the mud that you would put on without any problems. Bored young noblemen who organized battles in the streets. Nothing

than just gratuitous violence, blood running fast, veins, coarse laughter, strong wine and easy women. Kandak could still feel the smell of those nights.

And the excitement, then feel powerful, invincible, perfect.

Then?

Then the old king had died.

Iduned had been crowned.

war had broken out.

Twenty years of war on the border: army mobilized, deaths, broken families, tears. And reorganization of the Knights, conscription, discipline and order.

The capital was now a perfect clock.

No fear, no fear.

had returned the merchant, there was prosperity, wealth. The war was was a good incentive, and with a bogey.

It was an outlet for the nobility too overbearing, Hastor was right about that. The King would have to bless the conflict.

Thoughts crashes on that point, his face broke into a grin difficult to decipher.

The perfect morning, a perfect winter day, cold and gloomy, with needles of ice mixed with the light rain, weighed on him: on the heart and soul, making him exhausted. The bitterness, however, was an aftertaste that was getting used for months.

The King was indeed very popular, and he knew of it. Lately she had gone a long way toward its goal of making dependent only on the army itself.

Luck inherent in that war would have almost seemed suspicious, if he had not been re Iduned.

Now, a new bill under the sign of the reorganization of the army. A single commander for military forces, to undermine the dominance of the individual.

Army direct orders of the sovereign. As the Knights.

Kandak clenched his fists.

Men like the Admiral, not just superior, but also master of the fleet, as they would have reacted if it does not hurt? What could explode from such an imposition?

King felt safe. The people loved him, had the support of the Knights who were not noble, and did not want to be.

But the King was, indeed, a King and it was as if unable to intuit the infinite ties that, in a centuries-old balance, kept up their kingdom.

There would be war, had told her, sincere, and Iduned laughed.

responded that he was already there, the war on the border. A war that was not the end, perhaps because of their general ineptitude ...

I well remember the smile with which he had said, recalled the nod, the movement of the hand, the light at the bottom of his dark eyes.

remembered the Serpent, sitting at his feet, motionless and enigmatic like a sphinx, his hands in his lap, the clothes that made him rich even more anemic, and those eyes, that seemed without irises, they were so pale.

nothing human in him. Pure and perfect. Unattainable. It was as if it were from all eternity there, at the foot of the throne, as if there could be another place to stay.

really saw the future? He had already described the abyss in which all would be sunk because of a similar decision?

A movement at the bottom of the road turned away those thoughts, a servant who knew him, wincing slightly.

"Hastor Master ordered me to warn you, Captain. E 'was held at the Library, a guest of my master. "

Kandak nodded in silence.

Behind him he heard the first notes of the meeting, in the frosty morning of a still without form.