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"Oh, don't give me ideas when we should really be heading off to bed soon," Hugh said with his voice dropping to a hungry whisper. Any more time spent with Emmrich's hands roving over him, curled on his lap, and Hugh really might tear that dressing gown off and have the man right there on the coffee table.

—Which, of course as soon as he thought that, a powerful yawn shuddered out of him. Hugh shook his head as if that would keep him awake longer.

"Forgot how long of a day it's been," He bemoaned wearily as he hid his face in Emmrich's shoulder again. "All that traveling and a certain someone being rather insatiable really took the wind out of my sails."

Emmrich was still weighing whether or not if he was up to anything else tonight when Hugh's yawn settled that. He laughed again, relaxing and reaching up to cup Hugh's cheek.

"Come, darling. Let's get up. Are you awake to write your missives now, or should that wait for the morning?" Despite how it had been his suggestion, Emmrich got up with reluctance. Hugh had enjoyed holding him as much as he'd enjoyed being held so it wouldn't be a one-time thing. Couldn't.

He held out a hand for Hugh, to lead him either to the study or the bedroom. "I'm quite looking forward to falling asleep with you in my bed." His partner, his bed. Emmrich was not extensively possessive, but something about Hugh awakened the need to make it clear the man was his.

Another yawn as Hugh stretched his arms out as Emmrich started to move away from him. He would have loved to stay here longer and kept holding Emmrich, but the exhaustion from the last three days was finally catching up to him.

"I worry if I write anything now, it'll be indecipherable chicken scratch. The missives won't go out until morning, anyway. Just one more reason to turn in early now."

Hugh watched Emmrich get up and fought the urge to drag him back down. Only when Emmrich expressed his desire to sleep in his own bed with Hugh beside him wad Hugh hit with a second wind.

"Right," Hugh took Emmrich's hand and rose from the chair. With one sweeping motion, he put an arm around Emmrich's waist, knelt, and swiftly hoisted the other man onto his shoulder. "Can I at least carry you to bed?"

The thought of carrying Emmrich to bed stirred something in Hugh. Like whatever this was made him want to sink his teeth into it and never let go.

"Oh," he half-said, half-breathed out as he was scooped up, unable to help the way it turned him on instantly. Emmrich fought to get control of himself. "Yes, carry me to bed, my dearest. To sleep."

Which was far more of a reminder for himself than Hugh. It was very clear that the Warden was about to fall asleep already. Emmrich was tired, but not quite yawning as much as--and as if summoned by the thought, Emmrich yawned widely.

Once in bed, Emmrich promptly curled up around Hugh as if Hugh was a flotation device in the middle of the ocean, pressed close and tight. He'd most like it if Hugh would sleep on him, but perhaps that wasn't the wisest choice of thing to ask for when Hugh was clearly this tired. In no time at all Emmrich was asleep.

His dreams were lovely things, Hugh and the Fade, but waking was lovelier still. Hugh slept beside him, hair ruffled up, cheeks flushed, so vibrantly alive and beautiful. Emmrich almost touched him, almost went to see if he could wake Hugh with a kiss, but was struck by his earlier idea.

As carefully and quietly as possible Emmrich pulled the wide green sash from the curtains of his bed. It would do. He tied a bow on his right arm and then, still trying not to move too much that he'd jostle Hugh, slowly wrapped it down his body until his cock was wrapped carefully but snugly to his left thigh. A second bow finished it up. Emmrich felt a little silly when he was done. It would be worth it if Hugh liked it though. He scooted back against his partner.

"To sleep," Hugh echoed with a wry grin as he immediately noticed Emmrich's heart spiking with arousal and the man stubbornly fighting it off. "I think I can manage that."

Miraculously, Hugh navigated the apartment without getting turned around or dropping where he stood while holding Emmrich. What was keeping Hugh on his best behavior was nothing short of bone-deep exhaustion. By the time they were on the bed, Hugh's eyes were heavy, and he was awake long enough to get out of his trousers and under the covers.

"'Night," Hugh had mumbled as he rolled onto his side and draped an arm over Emmrich's waist. He was awake long enough to feel the slender length of Emmrich's body curled against his own, smile, before his eyes closed, and his breathing slowed.

Hugh blessedly had not dreamt much that not. Everything was a blue of random sound and color, a relief from some of the nastier night terrors Wardens were oft to get when this far below the Earth. Hugh might ask Emmrich another time if the Necropolis had something to do with his muted dreams. Right now, however, he was safe and warm with his lover in his arms.

—Or was, rather. Hugh's face scrunched up in his sleep as he felt along the sheets and found Emmrich wasn't there. He groaned once, bearish and irritable, only for his half-asleep expression to immediately relax when Emmrich was against his again.

Rolling over, Hugh sprawled on top of the other man and made a contented noise as he nuzzled into his shoulder. It was then that he felt something against his cheek—fabric? A few cursory touches confirmed Emmrich was in something, not just wrapped in the blankets. Hugh slowly started to rouse in earnest, curious if Emmrich was dressed at this hour.

''Mmrich, are you already dre-" Hugh rubbed the sleep from his eyes with the heel of his palm before his vision unblurred and looked down at the display laid out before him. A gasp and then Hugh was really taking in the sight. Green lashed across pale, olive-toned skin done up in two neat bows from the arm and thigh.

"The sight of a wrapped present is half the fun, isn't it?" Hugh whispered, repeating what he had told Emmrich a few days ago in the palaquin. A hand ran up Emmrich's side, toying with the sash, his touch reverent and his eyes blown wide. Hugh was fully awake now. "Oh, Maker, tell me this isn't a dream."

Hugh reached for him in his sleep and all trepidation vanished. So what if he did look a little silly? Even his lover's unconscious mind sought him out. The nuzzling had him stroke Hugh's hair in return, not to wake him, but to return the quiet affection.

As Hugh stirred Emmrich turned his head to watch him wake. He was so lovely, brown hair highlighted in purple from the candles. His sleepy amber eyes jolting to awareness at the sight of Emmrich absolutely boosted the mage's confidence and he gave Hugh a heated smile.

Hugh's hand traveled over his exposed skin, instantly warming him and his blood.

"It's not a dream, my love," he said. Emmrich's heart was already off to the races as he forced past any residual self-consciousness to fully, slowly stretch. "I saw the sash last night and while I knew then was not the time, the thought lingered."

He ran blunt fingernails along Hugh's scalp now, drinking in the enamored expression on Hugh's face.

"Just for you, my darling Hugh."

With one hand splayed across Emmrich's sash-bound chest, Hugh could feel the rise of the other man's excitement, hesitation, and eventual surrender. Blood rushed under olive-toned skin, leaving Emmrich's open and vulnerable expression tinted with a pink hue that made him look practically made of rose-gold in the low candlelight.

Fingers running through his hair pulled a contended noise out of Hugh as he leaned into the touch before pulling away. He kept his hands on Emmrich the entire time, thumb brushing across a pert nipple not covered by the sash. He was methodical and reverential in how he touched and looked at Emmrich.

"Let me get a good look at you," Hugh said in a low voice, still rough with sleep and now huskier with growing ardor for the man displayed before him. He sat up on his knees and stared down at Emmrich, trussed up like a gift, with trusting hazel-green eyes peering up at him.

"Beautiful—" Hugh breathed before his eyes took on a hungry cast as though it took everything in him to stop from devouring Emmrich then and there. "You wanted me to be rougher last night. Do you still want that?"

His breath caught as Hugh grazed his nipple, a spot that was always so neglected, but even better was how Hugh looked at Emmrich's body like it was his world. Emmrich felt cherished and treasured like this, with the slow touches and the way Hugh took his time to look him over.

Warmth rushed to his cheeks as Hugh called him beautiful. It was absolutely what he'd hoped for, that Hugh would find him gorgeous and irresistible like this, but getting that reaction was so much more intoxicating than he'd expected.

"I want anything you want to give me," he said, voice a little hoarse. The ribbon was starting to feel pretty snug as blood rushed downward, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Anticipation was thrilling, and now was no exception. "I'd welcome rough or gentle, as long as it's you."

Hugh had pulled away from his touch earlier, but that didn't mean Emmrich couldn't reach up and brush his knuckles down the side of Hugh's face. "I love you. Do with your gift as you will."

Hugh watched as arousal coursed through Emmrich like living, static energy. Pulsating just under the skin like a cloud before a thunderstorm. Emmrich was a force of nature all his own, and here he was, offering himself with a literal bow on top. Beautiful didn't even do the man justice.

"I want you," Hugh rasped as he moved down the bed until he could gently push Emmrich's legs wide apart until he was kneeling between them.

Hands pressed into the mattress, he leaned forward and gingerly bit into where the sash was tied into a bow across Emmrich's right shoulder. Slowly, Hugh pulled and slid back down as the bow unraveled, with his eyes fixed on Emmrich's until he was back down between his legs. The sash had slowly come undone around Emmrich's torso but was still secure around his thighs and cock.

"I love you too," Hugh mouthed around Emmrich's covered erection, eyes never leaving him. "Unwrapping...half the fun, right?"

Emmrich trembled with want as Hugh spread his legs, eyes hungrily taking in every single movement. Somehow he was insatiable when it came to this man. There wasn't any one reason he could put a finger on for it; it was the whole of who Hugh was.

Hugh untied the top knot with his teeth and Emmrich shivered as those teeth came so close to where they'd previously pierced. None of the bites were fully healed yet, but they didn't hurt. The vampire was no monster. If anything, he was one of the most careful people Emmrich had met. He was aware of his strength, aware of the risks, and worked to not hurt or harm Emmrich.

"Oh," he breathed out when Hugh took him in, warmth distant due to the ribbon and yet still as intense thanks to the view.

"So much of the fun," Emmrich affirmed. "May I touch you?" Hugh hadn't done the tying, but Emmrich was willing to pass over control if he wanted it, this time. "You look, feel, it's incredible, my dearest."

Even if Emmrich had begged for him to be rough then, to flip him on his stomach and take him then and there, Hugh fought to be tender at least at the start and definitely where his mouth was concerned. Hugh could still smell the drying blood on Emmrich's skin, and it made his chest twist knowing how many times in such a small number of days Emmrich had let Hugh take his fill. Hugh would be as careful as possible, earn the trust Emmrich gifted him.

"You don't need to ask," Hugh murmured into the bend of Emmrich's inner thigh. Hugh then rolled on this side and pulled Emmrich with him until they were face to face. He was grinning lopsided as his hand slipped between the space of the sash and wrapped his fingers around Emmrich's cock. He clearly meant to tease Emmrich as long as he could. "You can touch me. Where do you want to touch me?"

He was so ridiculously indulged. Or perhaps not ridiculously, but it felt so good that he wasn't certain it was typical. It made him reflect back on how much he'd given of himself in previous relationships, and how it was nice to have something that felt like an equal amount of give and take.

As Hugh's hand slipped in Emmrich bent forward with a little moan. There wasn't a lot of space left there, and the warm callouses on Hugh's hand felt incredible around him. Emmrich wasted no time sliding his hand up the back of Hugh's shirt, tracing his love's spine and ribs.

"Everywhere," he said, "but this is a start. You take such good care of your body. It's a joy to touch and see." He leaned in for a hungry kiss, even if it meant Hugh would no longer be looking him over. It was worth it. He already was feeling good and he wanted Hugh feeling good as well.

With his other hand, Hugh continued to tease at the loosened end of the sash, letting the fabric fall around Emmrich in green whorls between them. Part of him wanted to keep Emmrich bound in satin, but he couldn't deny the growing frustration of anything impeding his need to touch every inch of the other man. Right now, the rest of the world didn't exist beyond the four posts of this bed. Hugh had always wondered what romantic nonsense made people say things like 'getting lost in another,' and now he had his answer.

"Right— I think I want to see how flexible you are," Hugh said hoarsely when Emmrich's clever hands trailed up his back.

With a grunt, he pushed himself up and hauled up Emmrich along with him. Fingers grasping the sash still around Emmrich's leg, high sat upright and pulled Emmrich's legs around his waist. Hugh was still in his smalls, his erection pressed against Emmrich's as he pushed Emmrich against the headboard. It was awkward at first with Emmrich nearly bent in half with Hugh leaning over him, just as ravenous and desperate in his kisses as he blindly tried to finish unwrapping his gift.

"The oil—" Hugh panted against Emmrich's mouth, "Still on the nightstand? Can you reach it?"

"Very," Emmrich promised as Hugh got up. There was nothing else to say as he was skillfully, powerfully moved. He moaned at the press, the pressure, and the stretch. Sandwiched between Hugh and the headboard was now his favorite place to be. And they were absolutely on the same page going off how Hugh's cock felt pressed against him, as if he had any reason to doubt.

"I..." He stretched, failed, and finally had to pull away from the desperate kisses. It was incredibly difficult to talk right now, between how turned on he was and the position, knees now practically at his ears.

Emmrich found the oil after a little fumbling and held it out, talking as he did so. "Normally get up this early. Do stretches. Could see my flexibility any morning. Every morning." It should be every. Every single morning from here into eternity. He had no idea what Hugh's normal sleep schedule was when he wasn't traveling across the world to deal with Darkspawn, but he hoped he'd have a chance to find out. He wanted the time together to learn everything there was to learn about this man.

"Here." And then he resumed breathlessly kissing Hugh, quickly sliding his hand into the man's hair to hold him there as he opened his mouth and invited Hugh to plunder him absolutely.

Flexible, indeed. Emmrich was gorgeous, splayed out and wedged between the headboard and Hugh's enthusiasm. Hugh only paused to make certain Emmrich was alright before continuing to plunder the man's mouth with hungry, lingering kisses that made his front teeth ache and his lips prickle with a bruising sensation.

"I'd rise with the sun just to watch you, stretched out—willing, eager," Hugh panted out as he took the lapse in their kissing to all but rip his shirt off. It was a distant but pleasant thought. Hugh hated the morning, but the thought of greeting Emmrich beside him with the sun would be a fantasy made real. Emmrich, sipping his morning tea and telling him his plans for the day, was a world apart from the drudgery of the old fortress. Hugh ached for that impossible dream, for Emmrich.

Arousal becoming unbearable, Hugh didn't even know if he would have the patience to get his smalls off because it would be separating from Emmrich. Instead, he just rucked them down, stretching the already fraying fabric. His cock was hard against his thigh any friction against Emmrich's still bound erection made him shiver.

The sash was proving more nuiceance than enticement now as he ripped at the fabric still wrapped around Emerich thigh, freeing his cock and leaving him exposed. Emmrich could yell at him for that later. Taking the oil. Hugh thumbed off the cork and messily let the contents spill on his hand. Hugh stroked his cock a couple of times as he used his other hand to put Emmrich's feet onto his shoulders. Like this, Emmrich was entirely prone and could be fucked hard with ease.

"This alright?" Hugh asked, having to force the words out as he slid his slickened hand against Emmrich's entrance, only chancing a finger before he committed. Emmrich hadn't protested, but he wanted him willingly this vulnerable.

Imagine that, going through his usual stretches and then having Hugh watch. He'd be warmed up by the time Hugh decided to join him, if he did. They could have a morning routine together. Emmrich longed for something as domestic as that. He longed for anything domestic at all with Hugh.

Before his thoughts could turn melancholy, though, Hugh was baring himself and rubbing against his thigh before stripping Emmrich too. His breath caught; Emmrich felt more open, more naked than usual and he wasn't sure why. All he knew was that he liked the feeling with this man. He also loved the sight of Hugh's cock slickly sliding through the man's fingers, and licked his lips in anticipation.

"Oh," he groaned out as he was bent the rest of the way. There wasn't a chance of catching his breath like this and he was entirely fine with that.

"Yes, my darling, it's good." So good. He desperately needed more than a single finger. "I want you. I want this. Please." With another partner he might say to not hold back, but Emmrich wasn't sure if he felt like being bitten right now. Likely once Hugh got going he'd be willing, but right now he wanted sex and affection.

Thoughts of morning tea and long evening walks were interwoven with how badly Hugh wanted to see the words fucked out of Emmrich right in that moment. Fangs poked out through Hugh's widening smile as he watched Emmrich start to fall apart under his touch. My Emmrich, He thought with a wave of possession that coiled as tightly within him as his ardor. My beautiful, beautiful Emmrich."

"You're perfect," Hugh said on an exhale as he pushed another finger inside his love. Sensing Emmrich's hesitation at the growing length of his fangs, but heightened anticipation at the further Hugh stretched him open, Hugh retracted them. The mattress creaked as Hugh leaned with weight to kiss Emmrich deeply. "Need you."

Hugh pulled back far enough after positioning his fingers to the knuckle several times until he felt Emmrich loosen. He turned his head and kissed Emmrich's ankle draped over his shoulder as he lined himself up. Hugh let out a shaky sigh as he slowly sank into that welcoming, velvety heat.

"Oh, fuck— !"

Hugh gasped when he hilted inside Emmrich, his head dropped, and one hand gripped the headboard. He savored the feeling for a drawn-out moment, then his hand dropped. Both hands leveraged on the mattress, and Hugh started to pull out, then slammed back in. The pace was abrupt and hard, Hugh throwing his head back with his eye shut and lower lip bitten in pure bliss as the thyrtythm kicked up and the mattress groaned almost as loud as Hugh as he let go and gucked Emmrich just like he wanted.

He could easily get drunk off this man's kisses, as intent and hungry as they always were. Emmrich could feel the love poured into them and returned it back. If there was any way to assure Hugh of his devotion through kisses he'd give it his utmost. The gentle kiss to his ankle, making his skin tingle, seemed much the same. How could he ever doubt someone who lavished him with such gentle care?

When Hugh's fangs retracted he felt briefly guilty, worried that Hugh might be self-conscious about them, but he could hold nothing along those lines in his head when Hugh started entering him.

He groaned heavily as he was filled, feeling it more deeply than any other time. He wanted to be the perfect vessel for Hugh to fuck and bent like this, pinned like this, he thought he might be. He also thought he was going to have time to adjust and was cruelly, deliciously denied that.

"Love!" he cried out, no protest, just overwhelmed, breathless need. Emmrich braced himself best he could, one hand up and behind him holding on to the headboard, and the other exacerbating the intense stretch as he held on to Hugh's shoulder.

Hugh plunged into him hard and fast, taking Emmrich's breath away. There was no room to pull back or find a respite, nor did he want one.

"Please, yes," he moaned, desperate. Other broken words and sounds followed as he arched his back just a little, chasing the merciless pounding. So quickly he was pushed to the edge and he moaned again as he tried to grind his cock against Hugh's stomach and find just that last little bit that could tip him over and get him clenching around his love.

Distantly, Hugh regretted not having given Emmrich time to put his jewelry on beforehand. Watching him hold the headboard in a white-knuckle grip, Hugh would have loved to see those gold bangles rattle together on Emmrich's slender wrist. While he didn't care much for gold, he loved seeing Emmrich dripping in it. Fortunately, seeing Emmrich blissed out of his mind, skin slick with sweat, with his hair mussed up where it fell over his brow, stomach muscles tensed under the stretch, was a sight to behold.

"Emmrich, you feel — fuck, you feel incredible—" Every word was punched out of Hugh the harder he rolled is hips, fucking into Emmrich as he desperate chased the euphoria of the feeling of being inside his love.

It could have been seconds or hours, Hugh was lost to any other awareness other than the tightening in his stomach as pure pleasure thrummed through him in thunderous waves. Throwing his head back, Hugh gasped, which turned into a shout as he came. The sort of orgasm that made all the blood rush from his head and had his head dizzy, stars dancing behind his eyes. A few more thrusts and like a puppet with its strings cut, Hugh fell forward, head resting on top of Emmrich's as he blindly reached between them and jerkily fisting his hand over Emmrich's cock.

"Love— love you," Hugh said shakily, almost as if he were half-asleep or just waking up from a dream.

The position and pace made it hard to breathe, hard to talk, basically impossible to do anything except experience the intense pounding. Emmrich held on for dear life and pleasure. As Hugh moved more forcefully Emmrich was fully reduced to noises that were half-moan, half-grunt.

"Gorgeous," he could finally say as Hugh came. Pure pleasure was written across Hugh's face and Emmrich had never seen anyone or anything more beautiful. Before Emmrich could even ask for a little help, Hugh reached down and gave Emmrich exactly what he needed, especially as he was still filled.

Emmrich released with a whimpering moan to being told he was loved. Tears slipped down his cheeks, not because he was upset, but because he was overwhelmed with everything he was feeling. He loved this man so much and had never been fucked like that in his ilfe.

"You are perfection," he slurred out, slumped between Hugh and the headboard. He could live here. "My beloved. Adore you."

Exhaustedly he reached up and brushed back some of Hugh's sweaty hair. It transitioned to a gentle, sleepy stroking through Hugh's hair as Emmrich relaxed more and more. "Love you too."

Emmrich writhed beneath him, making such beautiful noises with Hugh soaking it all one as Emmrich tensed and shuddered before finding his release. It was then that the fog started to, and Hugh remembered that Emmrich was still in an awkward position. Much as he wanted to stay inside that tight, warm heat and feel Emmrich's fingers stroking through his hair, his arousal was softening, and Emmrich needed to stretch back out.

With a shivering and a low moan, Hugh slid his oversensitive cock out of his lover as he stroked his hand covered in Emmrich's spend over the mattress. Emmrich's feet came off his shoulders as he respositioned himself so Emmrich could move his legs. Hugh gave out a huff before rolling over and letting his upper body collapse over Emmrich's lap.

"I think," Hugh exhaled loudly as he caught his breath. "That was the hardest I've come in...ever."

"No," he said sadly as Hugh pulled out and away. He'd felt blissfully boneless and now he still felt good but he also felt empty. Emmrich didn't have the energy for any other sort of plea or even an attempt to keep holding Hugh.

He stretched a little when Hugh moved but otherwise stayed mostly slumped where he was against the headboard. When Hugh flopped on him, Emmrich looked down at him blearily.

"Mm," he said in agreement. "Have never, was so good. Very good." He reached down to trace his fingers over Hugh's chest, idly toying with a nipple. "Need, after we clean, need you on top. Blanket on me." He couldn't care less about not being able to speak well right now. Hugh shouldn't judge him for that, not when it was Hugh that had left him in this state.

Hugh couldn't help but chuckle softly at Emmrich's meek protestations when he moved. It was cute and more than a little gratifying to know he had fucked articulation out of a man as eloquent and verbose as Emmrich.

After getting comfortable on the bed, his head resting on Emmrich's thigh, Hugh stared up at the canopy of the bed as they both caught their breath. He hummed at Emmrich's request but frowned as he remembered something.

"I still need to write my missives to the Wardens," Hugh said as he took Emmrich's hand, tracing over his chest with his ow,n and kissed the inside of Emmrich's wrist. "I'll make it up to you."

The light kiss and gentle touch didn't make up for the reminder that reality needed to impose upon their little get away in here. Emmrich needed to write a pair of letters too. For over thirty years he'd served the Necropolis without question, without protest, taking few breaks at all, and now that he'd found a reason to take a break of course he couldn't.

"I'll hold you to that." How Hugh might make it up to him he didn't know, but he'll allow that there could be ways. Even if right now he couldn't imagine something nicer than drifting off to sleep again for a time underneath Hugh's comforting weight.

"You'll clean us up first? Then, yes. We can write our letters." And get back to work. It scared him a little, wondering how they'd find time or moments as things kicked off. He wouldn't put if there, not yet. Emmrich needed to try to hope at least. It also wasn't like he was powerless or without some authority or connections. They could find a way.

He leaned down to kiss the top of Hugh's head.

There was no denying the sinking feeling in Hugh as the encroaching reality of more Warden presence here in the Necropolis would be as welcome as opening a host of other problems. He squeezed Emmrich's hand a little harder at the reminder that the mistakes that led him to joining the Wardens and inevitably meeting Emmrich were the same road fate took him on, which could put what they were building together in jeopardy.

"I'll think of something," Hugh said with a mischievous air, hoping that would distract him from catastrophizing over everything that could go wrong in the next couple of days.

"Right," Hugh caught Emmrich in a kiss when he bent down before rising off the bed. "Let me get on that."

Naked and slightly sore from such a vigorous round of sex, Hugh had a slightly stiff limp to his gait as he padded his way to the master bathroom. The limp was still there when he returned with a cloth and a water basin.

"Should have written and sent my letters yesterday," Hugh mused as he cleaned Emmrich gently with warm water. "Hopefully, Evka and the others can get here soon."

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