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The fight was over.
At least, it appeared to be for now.
The Doctor was a formidable opponent and even the Grand Master himself thought that that fight would be his last.
But he lives another day to tell the tale, he supposes, slipping on a happy mask and raising his cup to his men in the distance who drank and cheered.
They deserve this night.
They deserve their cheers of victory.
He took a sip, withholding a disappointed sigh, knowing he had purposely poured himself apple cider once again to avoid getting drunk.
A victory doesn't mean they should be lax.
In fact, their enemies could very well use this as an opportunity to attack.
But he digresses.
His men deserved this.
The large man of bulk and gravitas decides he should quietly distance himself someplace secluded where he can properly keep watch, away from all the bonfires and irresistible wine barrels, finding himself walking between uniforms of tents, side by side, the more he walked, the quieter it got-- but then he hears voices- familiar. He takes a quick peek-- Ah, it's Flins, facing down a smaller figure-- Young Illuga.
Varka felt guilty-- he remembers not one hour ago the young lad had approached him and asked about the older Lightkeeper's whereabouts. Apparently, Flins had made a promise to return to him or something... It looks like the kid couldn't wait and came all the way here-- by himself, no less. Flins was aiding Varka near the end despite his insistence that he got it all covered but... well... Flins is Flins.
And now he suffers the consequences of being faced by his emotional lover, seemingly yelling at him-- in Varka's eyes, their relationship seemed rather complicated with Flins being the way that he is and Illuga being so earnest and innocent. It always warmed Varka seeing how they truly seemed to care for each other.
Varka felt like he was witnessing a scenario he shouldn't be seeing: Young Illuga was in tears- a state he has never seen him in, seemingly having had enough, shoves Flins into the wall and tries to angrily walk away only for Flins to roughly pull him back by his wrist and deeply kissing the young silver haired Ratnik, stilling him in place.
And that was it, wasn't it?
Atta boy, Flins.
Varka smirked and walked away-- it wasn't any of his business.
Besides, the world would freeze over before Flins ever let Illuga leave him.
The large blonde chuckles to himself, taking a sip of his sad non alcoholic beverage.
Flins is lucky.
At least Illuga is cute and innocent unlike his-
“Keeping watch again, Commander?”
Ah.
Speak of the devil.
The blonde exhales a deep sigh and forces a warm smile, bringing his cup to his lips, facing the much shorter and absurdly petite figure of a one muted teal haired Vice Captain, having once again managed to sneak up on him, “Nah, I just prefer drinking alone. Y'know I'm not one for parties.” He takes a deep chug of his drink once more, avoiding the coldly indifferent and dark gaze of his Vice Captain, who carefully observed him as he chugged his drink.
As much as he cherished the young man, he tried to avoid staring too deeply into his eyes-- it was like staring deep into the abyss, the more he stared, the more he felt like he was sinking into them.
Lohen read him too well- “Bullshit.” He calmly stated, appearing bored. Maybe ticked off. Maybe impatient, even.
It was hard to tell sometimes with Lohen.
Varka smirks and tries to steer clear from the subject, taking a step by him, facing him his too broad a back, “You abandoned your station? Why not send any of your men-”
An annoyed and soft tut- “I didn't abandon my station. I came by my own will.”
“Still, you could have sent a letter-”
“I received your letter.” Interrupting him again and-
Ah.
Of course.
Now Varka gets it, biting the inside of his cheek and facing downward, swirling what little remains of cider in his cup.
That's why he sounds ticked off.
The letter Varka sent for him to his post.
Still...
This reaction... Him having to travel all the way here immediately after their battle had just ended...
It's a bit too fast, isn't it?
Varka tries to recall what he wrote in the letter... He exhales a sigh... That letter had a very... 'finale' tone to it. A last will, of sorts...
Yeah, no wonder Lohen is irked.
“You don't sound too pleased that I'm alive~” He tried to whine- a grown ass man acting like this... He wished it were enough to get him off his back for now.
But Lohen was none too pleased still, now crossing his arms, “Wow. This is even more embarrassing than that letter you wrote me.”
Ouch.
Yet the middle aged man laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
The young man rolled his eyes and stalked by him, now standing by his side and watching the landscape ahead, “Did rubbing shoulders with all those Nod Krai netizens turn you soft?” He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at him, now eying him through the corner of his eye, “What's the matter with you?”
Varka blinked at him, “I, uh...” Then he faced ahead and exhaled a silent sigh, dropping the mask for a bit, allowing himself to breathe, smiling kindly, “You got me. Sorry.”
Lohen let out a 'Hmph' sound, scoffing through his nose.
He was such a minx.
Moody and sassy like a cat, he was.
A moment of silence passed and Varka realized how much he missed this- how much he missed standing side by side with his Vice Captain- how much he missed Lohen.
“The world has its fair share of surprises, I suppose...” He was talking nonsense again and he wasn't even drunk, now turning around and looking down at the moody young man, “Like you being here, for instance. In record speed, too. I could never summon you fast enough for any of your training sessions or your exams back when you were a wee lad.” He chuckled, grinning at him.
There was a strange expression on the young man's beautiful face- usually so indifferent and cold, now his small lips parted. A subtle furrow to his brows.
“...you look good, kid. I'm glad.” Why say things like that now? ...and in such a tone?
He makes a cheers gesture with his cup, “Well, here's to another day.”
Varka takes the last chug of his cider before the cup immediately drops from his hands as a sweetly familiar mouth crushes his to a deep kiss.
Instinctively, Varka wraps his arms around his Vice Captain's small waist, moaning as they kiss, his drink stolen away by this greed of a man, pushing his lewd petite body into his, sinfully tempting him and reminding him that he's alive.
He's alive.
The battle was over.
He earned this.
…
It's been a while since they kissed-- Lohen pants as he parts his lips from his Commander, staring darkly into his eyes, glaring at him as he licked his own lips- “...apple cider. Like I said, 'Bullshit.'”
Varka grins and leans his lips back to steal another kiss, overwhelming the much younger man, his hand falling below his waist to cupping a feel at his buttocks.
But the young man parts with a hiss, face flushed like he was the one that was drunk, hands on Varka's chest- “I already ordered some of my men to keep watch. Come.” He parts, holds his much larger hand and begins tugging him away with him, “There's an Inn not far from here. I booked us a room.”
Varka obediently follows behind like a dog, chuckling, “Always well prepared, huh?”
When they arrive at the room, Varka's eyes fall on the chair that was possibly prepared for him by the bed and... on the bedside, a riding crop.
He sighs and rubs the back of his neck, grinning tiredly, “...come'on, baby. I've had a rough day. Can't we take it easy tonight?”
After Lohen locks the door, he calmly strides behind Varka, swiftly removing his coat's belt- “Don't get any wild ideas.”
Varka tuts and looks at the shorter man as he tosses the belt to the bed without looking away from him as he nonchalantly begins taking the older man's coat off.
His eyelids droop halfway as he observes the younger man meticulously yet quickly strip him off his coat-- “Eager, aren't we?” His voice is surprisingly low now. Deep.
Lohen's answer was quick, “Impatient, more like.”
Varka appreciated how the young man took care of how he threw the large coat over his shoulder, not tossing it away somewhere in the room, his fingers scanning his armor with a familiarity.
The blonde half smirks, arching a brow, “Surprisingly honest today, too.”
And finally--
Finally, a smile. A smirk from his dear Vice Captain. He says nothing to that, though. Instead he makes an interesting comment as he snaps the older man's armor off carefully, “Hmph... I'm probably the only man who takes your armor off this frequently.”
How proud and how smug he sounds as he says this...
It's absolutely irresistible, Varka thinks, his own smile fading, now bare chested, noticing the very moment the younger man becomes distracted, losing focus upon admiring his body, before proceeding to take his gauntlets off, “You are.” Varka confirms, fueling the younger man's ego.
He cups his chin-- he is so small and fragile to him, Varka is always careful, lifting it up to gently face him, “You know me best.”
Lohen stares at him, lips gently parting, eyes so dark, mesmerizing the older man, pulling him deeper and deeper in...
Once more, he says nothing.
He merely nods and pulls away, the clothes neatly folded in his arms. He was very organized, you see. He took excellent care of his beloved Commander, swallowing a lump in his throat as he neatly set them on an opposite bed (one they certainly won't be using, anyway).
“Good.” That's all he has to say, “Sit down on the chair, please.”
Varka sighs and obliges, bare chested and all, trousers and boots still on.
He didn't need to look to know that Lohen had grabbed some kind of rope or...something as he trailed behind him. In fact, the older man helped him, chuckling as he put his bare arms behind the chair, pressing his knuckles together.
He feels the younger man tie his wrists with some kind of leather rope or a belt, “It's not yours. Don't worry.”
“Who's worried?~” He responds with a chuckle, feeling the cold air sting at his bare chest.
He watches Lohen set his coat's belt alongside the rest of his clothing on the opposite bed, “I've brought wine, too. Dandelion. Aged.”
“Oh?~”
“There are no cups, though.” He now stands in front of Varka, staring him down and crossing his arms, “Guess you'll either have to drink it from the bottle itself, my mouth, or maybe...” He leans in, grinning, causing Varka to sweat, “Maybe you'll have me close my legs real tight and pour it... and lap it up from there like a dog. Your favorite method, you old perv.”
Varka feels his face heat up and yet he grins, “You remember. How touching.”
He notices the riding crop is in the younger man's hands now, staring down at Varka with an unreadable expression, “Varka, Varka, Varka...”
He shivers when he feels the rod trail from his hips, slowly upwards until it was under his chin, directing him to look up at the young man, “Somehow this position is even less degrading and pathetic than that letter you sent me.”
The older man gulped, staring drunkenly at his lover, “Again with the letter...”
Lohen tilts his head and blinks at him innocently, “Hey, you wrote that piece of crap, not me.”
The younger man sighed and yanked back the rod, tossing it aside before he stood closer in front of Varka, “You can be such a big buffoon sometimes, you know that?”
Varka scoffs, “That's not very nice.”
He watches as the younger man stomps on the chair--- the space right between his legs, dangerously close to his dick, “You forget yourself, Varka.”
The blonde shivers when the younger man gingerly places his foot on his crotch, “That you were so brazen... ready to sacrifice yourself for a nation that is not your own...”
“Lohen...” He sweats, watching as he lifted his metallic heel up, now sadistically rubbing it against his cock, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.
“Is your life truly so cheap to you that you would do this?” His voice began to raise and he pulls his foot back, now stomping towards Varka and grabbing his jaw, forcing him to look at him, “Answer me!”
Varka stares at him, completely and utterly dazed, his heart racing, “...” It's rare that he has nothing to say.
Lohen looked shaken for a moment, he himself was becoming more and more distracted by the older man.. just...staring at him like this...in such a state.
“Your life isn't yours, y'know.” He starts softly.
Varka stares drunkenly at the crazy young man, smiling warmly and kindly at him, “I know.”
Lohen begins caressing his handsome rugged face, “It belongs to me.”
The blonde chuckles, closing his eyes, “I know, baby. I know.”
The younger man straddles him then and cups his face with both hands, he makes a cute face. He whines, “Varka~” He rolls his tongue against his mouth-- All these...cat mannerisms...
He was driving Varka insane.
“Not good enough.” He breathed, kissing the corner of his mouth, “Say it yourself.”
Panting, Varka swallowed a lump in his throat and naturally, he obliges the young man, “My life is yours.”
It was like such a statement flicked some kind of switch in Lohen, watching as he shivered excitedly before grabbing his face with an even more firmness and deeply kissing Varka, humming and moaning.
With such a heated exchange between their tongues interlocking, wrestling for dominance, his small hands cascading to his chest, first digits of fingers pressing over his nipples.
Varka had it.
Time to shatter the illusion- 'Sorry, Lohen.' With absurd ease, he tore off the leather bindings around his wrists and picked up the Vice Captain, who despite interlocking his legs tight around Varka's waist, whined and hissed, “I thought...I had control.”
And there's your illusion.
Varka just played along.
...because he loved him.
…
Varka wishes he was just as neat and organized as his Second-in-Command but he was far too horny and far too impatient, roughly stripping the younger man of all his clothes and caging him underneath his large body on the bed, their limbs tangled, sinking his fangs into the young man's neck, marking him.
Lohen would often hiss and moan, giving himself fully to Varka.
He knows the young man liked it rough-- “...thought I...tied you up quite well...” He chuckled throatily.
Varka merely grinned as he rolled his tongue against his nipple.
“...as usual...so strong... Mm...” He comments, moaning at such a statement, sounding a little too impressed and turned on, even, palming and clawing at his back,
“Varka... Oh, Varka...” He sighs.
The blonde needed to be careful as the Vice Captain's body was quite lean and petite in comparison to most men- and women, even... “I don't wanna break you.” He kisses his stomach, his protruded hipbones.
A sly laugh. Low. Soft, “Break me.”
Typical Lohen.
The Vice Captain gasps and throws his head back, spine arched, feeling his commander's mouth upon his cock, “Varka...” How many times has he chanted his name?
He moans and mewls as the older man sucks him off in the way that he knew pleased him.
And Lohen praises him, thrusting his hips into his mouth, “You're so good, Varka...”
When young Lohen is screaming and flying, Varka swallows, drinking him up to the very last drop, darkly watching his lover moan and writhe underneath him as he begins to strip himself of his pants, giving Lohen a good show.
The teal haired young man moans at the sight, running the pads of his fingers over Varka's massive girthy unit, “I missed this...”
Varka then pins his small wrists above his head as he crushes his mouth into his, passionately kissing and making out, naked sweaty bodies pressed against one another.
“I already prepared myself...” Lohen exclaims, panting and grinning, surprising the older man more and more, “I knew you'd come back alive, you stubborn old fool...” He chuckles weakly.
Varka watches him sternly, absolutely enamored and taken aback, “Lohen... You planned for...this?”
“I did.” He bites and tugs at his lower lip, “The room... The wine... My body, even... Aren't I diligent?~” He licks a streak of sweat that trailed down to his jawline, kissing his neck, “Won't you pat my head as you used to...and tell me 'A job well done'?~”
Varka cups his face and furrows his brows at him, his expression serious, gently brushing his thumb against his lower lip, “...you really were certain that I'd come back alive, weren't you?”
“But of course~” His hand finds Varka's handsome face and like it was the most natural thing to say, “Death cannot claim you yet.” And then, both his eyes and his tone of voice darken, “...it hasn't earned you.”
Varka feels a shiver rile at his body, too overwhelmed, his heart feels full.
He closes his eyes for a moment, exhaling a sigh.
Once he opens them, he smiles a kind smile and plants a lingering kiss on the young man's forehead, “...if it hurts, I'll take responsibility. I'll take over your duties tomorrow.”
The room is filled with pants and moans, obscene sounds of sex, chants of each other's names as they melted into one another.
Lohen hugged Varka tight as he thrusted into him, his claws digging into him possessively like he belonged to no other.
“The audacity to...tell me you loved me in the letter...when you've never uttered such words to me... How cruel...”
The letter really... really bothered him, didn't it?
Varka looked down at him guiltily, caressing his face, “I love you.”
“Oh, shut up.” Despite that, he was a drunken red mess underneath him.
This pale...skeletal and cold beauty... always coming unraveled in Varka's hands.
He chuckles and kisses him between his brows, “My apologies... I never realized it bothered you... I always assumed you already knew...”
“...doesn't bother me...” He mumbled. A lie.
Varka smiles kindly, slowing his pace, caressing his beloved's face, “I love you.” He repeats again, “I always have, Lohen.”
And Lohen just stares at him, drunk and helpless, “...how sappy of you, dear Commander.”
Varka laughs. He really was catty. How cute. How positively adorable.
They cum again, for the nth time, hands intertwined, Varka's much larger hands holding Lohen's much smaller and delicate hands in his, pushing them back into the sheets.
They are panting.
They are One.
Whole.
Complete.
“You're beautiful.” Varka breathes, fawning over him underneath him.
And Lohen makes a face. Pouty. Shy. “...n-not so bad yourself, Commander.”
Varka kisses him.
Lohen hugs him, kissing him back.
The blonde wants to spoil the younger man a little- he digs through his heart and mind for things to say that will make him happy.
He falls on his back, sweaty, panting, and Lohen burrows his way into his side, cutely planting his head on his chest, hand securely and possessively holding his waist. What a frighteningly- albeit adorably- territorial man.
“Lohen, you... you're right.” That's one way to start, earning him a curious glance from his lover, “You treat my possessions with such care... My life... My life is just another one of your possessions, isn't it?”
He was starting to sound just as crazy as he was.
Even Lohen's eyes slightly widened, taken aback.
Varka grinned weakly at him, “...then it's only fair I treat it with care. For you.”
Lohen blinks at him, an adorably flushed expression, “Y-Yeah... Yeah, you better.”
Varka chuckles and kisses his head, “Alright then.”
He feels Lohen nuzzle even closer to him, kissing his chest- his heart, “Hey, Varka?”
“Yeah?”
...a soft crack in his voice. A rare vulnerability. So beautiful and heart-wrenching it brought peace in Varka's heart and mind;
“Welcome home.” He said.
A clench- a pump in his heart... So full it was close to bursting- a glassy heat coating his eyes.
He closes his eyes, sinking into an abyssal darkness that reminded him of Lohen's eyes,
“I'm home.”