for Dorian (makingmyway)

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Dark Orym AU




[The world has changed significantly in the months since the Apogee Solstice. The ceremony, the plans of Ludinus Da'leth had not gone exactly as expected. But they had, in the end, been successful enough. Predathos itself had not been fully released, not physically, but the very essence of it had been called down from Ruidus, broken out of its chains and left with only one choice of where to go.

Orym had been in the wrong place at the wrong time -- or perhaps the right -- an attempt at dislodging the obsidian-like orb that had been the Raven Queen's Champion, the Tempest's Lover. The machine had fired anyway, and for the halfling who had been caught straight in that beam, everything was pain and red.

When he woke, he hadn't been himself. Not entirely. He remembered everything, knew who he was, but he was something more now, something that hungered for so much more than Orym had ever desired. His own desires remained, though they'd been turned to near desperate obsessions. He would not lose anyone else that he loved in this absurd struggle; he would not allow it. It was that reflexive need brought on the bright and blinding flash of light that sent Bell's Hells and their allies scattering to the winds, teleported far enough away to be safe in a very broad sense of the word.

As the lights faded and the smoke cleared, as Ludinus and the rest realized what had happened, Orym had felt this new power course through him. And soon everyone came to know it. He'd killed Da'leth and Thull with little more than a glance. A swift death was more than they deserved for what they had been responsible for, what they'd done to Will and Derrig, what they'd tried to do to Laudna. From there, well, Paragon's Call and the Ruby Vanguard answered to him now. Orym, formerly of the Air Ashari, now of the Red Moon. Soon the world would answer to him, and this ridiculous play of gods and monsters would be over.

At his command, his forces have been trying to locate and bring back the rest of his friends. If he can keep them close, he can keep them safe. By now though, he knows that his friends have banded together to fight him. It stings, of course it stings, but he knows that they just don't understand. It doesn't change that he cares for them, and his people have been given strict instructions that while Bell's Hells and the Crown Keepers are to be fended off, they are not be irreparably harmed. They are dear and precious to Orym, and his anger while still quiet and subdued is lethal these days.

He misses his friends. Most nights he holds the sending stone and calls out to Dorian, just wanting to hear his voice, to know that he is safe. But there never seems to be an answer. It doesn't stop him, and most nights the words are simple. 'I hope you're okay, Dorian. I just want to hear your voice again. I miss it. I miss you.'

Today the skirmish that has broken out has been a violent one. Sometime during the fighting, Dorian seems to have been separated off, and the bard has taken a significant amount of damage. Maybe that's what has brought Orym actually out to the battlefield. He so seldom joins the fight these days, but this.

This requires his presence.

Dorian is here. Of everyone that he's wanted to see, the Air Genasi is the one who has had his heart aching the most, the feelings that he'd done so much to try to hide for Dorian's sake, no longer feeling that need to be hidden. Who else could protect him better than Orym? No one. He can give Dorian the world if he wants it, anything.

So when Orym slips in on the edges of the fray, when he sees one of his mages level a spell that sends Dorian sprawling to the ground, the halfling's voice rings out, stern and unyielding.]

Enough.

[He punctuates the words with a gesture towards the Paragon's Call member who had made the attack. A crimson hand appears and wraps itself around their throat, squeezing the life out of the solider slowly.]

You will not hurt him.

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[makingmyway]

[ Orym’s voice, his words seem to reverberate throughout his entire body, sending a pulse that only seems to further coalesce and burn to his core. He’s helpless against it, just as he is helpless against the hands holding him in place, helpless under Orym and his attention to his body and soul.

He grips the sheets underneath his hands, and with a few more strokes in and outside of him, he shudders and keens as the pressure boils over completely, coursing through him like lightning as he spills onto the bed below him. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

There you are... good boy.

[Orym strokes Dorian through his release, only drawing his hand away once he's certain that the other man is fully spent. His fingers slip slowly free from him, hand moving to rub gently at the small of his back.]

Breathe for me, beautiful. Was it good?

[makingmyway]

[ He whimpers a little, the touch only sending more sparks through his sensitive flesh as he empties his seed onto the bed. Then a small, plaintive moan when Orym’s hands finally withdraw, his hole fluttering around air as his cock softens.

When the waves of pleasure slowly ebb, he takes a few ragged breaths, and he’s glad for the invisible hands still holding him up, his legs trembling enough that he doesn’t think he could stay up on his own. ]

M-Mm…that was…amazing.

[ And that had only been with Orym’s hands. How much better it would be to feel his cock buried inside him. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym is still rubbing at his back gently, soothingly. But those unseen hands have not yet released him, holding his hips up. The halfling smiles at the words.]

Good. I'm glad.

[He leans in then and grazes his teeth over one cheek, hard enough to leave a bitemark on that perfect ass. His.]

But I'm not done with you yet, beautiful. Tell me you still want me.

[makingmyway]

[ He shivers as Orym rubs his back, but jumps in surprise at the bite, and his cock twitches again despite having just been emptied. He squirms, but is still unable to move much as the hands keep hold of him. ]

Yes…I want you so much, Orym…wanna feel you, please…

[ His usual eloquence and precise way of speaking is lost to him now, his desire for the halfling leaving him to ramble. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym swallows another groan at how sweetly Dorian begs for him.]

Anything you want, Dorian. I want you too... need you so very much.

[Dorian will find himself lifted gently by those unseen hands, as if he weighs nothing, turning him over to lay him back oh so carefully against the pillows. This way Orym will be able to see his face while he fucks him, can watch the other man come apart again for him.]

[makingmyway]

[ He gasps softly as the ghost-like hands turn him over and set him to lie down on the bed, and he glances up at Orym, his face flushed and his eyes already glazed over with want.

Slowly he reaches up a hand toward Orym, wanting - needing - to touch the other man somewhere, anywhere. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

You are so beautiful...

[Orym murmurs softly at the sight of Dorian spread before him, that handsome face flushed and that endlessly blue gaze that looked so hazy with lust. It's intoxicating to think that he's the one who has brought him to this place, has made him come and still begging for more.

He reaches out, fingers tracing down Dorian's hand to his wrist, lifting his hand so he can lean his cheek into it. As he does, those unseen hands are gently rearranging the other man, urging his legs wider apart, tilting his hips back.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian’s blush seems to spread at the compliment, his heart skips knowing that Orym thinks so. That this other man that he’s wanted and thought about for so long has wanted him too. That they’re finally getting to do something that he had thought would only remain in his dreams.

He shivers a little as Orym’s fingers brush along his skin, and he caresses Orym’s cheek as he leans into his palm. But his heart almost seems to stop as those invisible hands position his body, moving and setting him with no trouble. There’s something equally overwhelming and exciting at the thought of being so vulnerable under this new magic that the halfling is wielding, and as embarrassing as it might be he feels the thrill of it buzzing under his skin. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[There's a thrill in it for Orym too, for having Dorian so utterly at his mercy -- and so obviously wanting to be there. It's a heady thought, having him like this finally, when he's been longing for so much time.

When they both have.

And in this moment, for Orym, Dorian is all there is. There's no Predathos, no Apogee Solstice. Just the man before him, the desire shared between them.]

Are you ready, beautiful?

[He shifts up on his knees now, settling himself between Dorian's legs, hands gripping at his hips as his arousal is positioned, ready. He waits for any sign from Dorian before he begins pressing forward, nearly choking on a groan as he sinks into that tight passage, at the way it feels like Dorian's body is pulling him in.]

[makingmyway]

[ Taking a breath, his hand gently drifts along Orym’s cheek, down his neck to rest on his shoulder, almost as if bracing himself before he nods a little.

Then he feels the pressure of Orym’s length at his hole, and he gasps as it slowly works inside him, the muscles slowly yielding to him as before tightening around him. ]

A-Aaahhh…!

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[He's perfect, Orym notes to himself. Everything about Dorian is so much better than he could have imagined. He'll do whatever he can now to keep him by his side, to keep him safe, happy. To create this new world for the both of them.

He only stops when his hips come to rest flush against Dorian's ass, buried to the root inside him.]

Ah... fuck... [He curses softly, looking to Dorian's face, giving another roll of his hips, grinding against him.]

[makingmyway]

[ A moan rises from Dorian’s throat as Orym enters him, his walls tightening and feeling the drag of that thick cock inside him. By the time he’s hilted in him, his entire body is trembling at the heat pulsing throughout his body, and he writhes a little at the grind of those hips. ]

Orym…Orym…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Dorian... say it again? My name?

[He has never heard his name sound half so sweet as it did in that voice, in that tone, the desire and the need from the other man. It's enough that for a moment even the new and alient presence inside him loses any grip it might have on the halfling.

For a moment, an instant, Orym is Dorian's and Dorian's alone, as he's wanted to be for so long now.

But the moment passes and Predathos resurges -- though they certainly share this desire for the bard.

His hands grip at Dorian's hips, the invisible hands running up the back of his thighs, lifting his hips up as Orym begins to move, drawing back -- groaning at the way Dorian's passage grips at him -- before thrusting back inside, hard, claiming. Dorian is his, and he wants the other man to know it.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian takes in a shaky breath, but Orym’s request still manages to cut through the roaring of blood in his ears. ]

Orym…

[ The name is exhaled in a whisper, as the feeling of Orym inside him seems to steal the air from his lungs.

Then he whimpers as the hands lift him, and writhes a little as Orym pulls out slowly, despite how the hands hold him fast. When Orym snaps back into him he cries out sharply, his back arching off the bed. ]

H’ahhhh…!

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Dorian is a work of art. Orym wonders if the other man has any idea how stunning he is, how everything about him has captured the halfling's attention, his heart, and always would.

The arc of that back, the sound of his voice. It drives Orym on, and he falls into a steady pace, slow and deliberate for now, wanting to watch the bard react, wants to see him come undone for him.]

Dorian...

[One hand slips from his hips to wrap around Dorian's length.]

[makingmyway]

[ A sound very much like a whine rises from his lips at Orym’s almost leisurely pace, not nearly enough friction to stoke the fire beginning to burn in him once again. He tries to rock his hips, but is still held still by the invisible hands keeping him up.

Then Orym’s hand wraps around him, and his body jerks a little as he gasp, feeling dizzy as if the blood is suddenly rushing back to his cock. ]

O-Orym…Orym, please…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[It's so intensely gratifying to feel Dorian's cock hardening under his touch, responding to him, almost as if obeying his command. His fingers wrap around his length as best they can, stroking him in time with his slow and deliberate thrusts.

At least until that beautiful plea reaches his ears.]

Please what, Dorian? Tell me what you want and it's yours.

[He knows what Dorian is asking for, of course he does, but there's something thrilling about hearing him say it, hearing him beg for it.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian sucks in a sharp breath that rises into a needy moan, his hips trying to rock and press into Orym’s hips, into his hand, but his movement is still restricted by the unseen hands around him. But the combination of sensation in and over him are driving him to insanity, sparks of heat pulsing throughout his entire body. ]

I-I want…I just want you, Orym…please. Please…harder…fill me up…make me come again…I need you…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

You have me, Dorian. You'll always have me, all of me...

[Promises that Orym wants to be true, even if he knows that he's losing himself to the thing inside him. But for as long as there is some of him left, it's Dorian's. The bard may well remain his link to his own humanity.

So he gives him exactly what he's asked for. He thrusts hard against him now, faster, plunging as deeply as he can with each thrust, the sound of skin striking skin loud in the room, mingled with pants and moans.]

Fuck... so perfect for me, beautiful. So tight. [Gripping at his cock like he was drawing him back in every time his hips rock backwards.]

[makingmyway]

[ The words manage to cut through the haze of lust, filling him with a love that seems to reach deep into his soul. It’s what he wants, more than anything, just to be with Orym, for them to be together.

Things are so complicated now, but at the moment at least, he can pretend that it’s just the two of them like this.

He gasps when Orym’s increases his pace, each thrust sending a shock throughout his entire body, heat once again pooling into his core. He can’t do much, still not able to move except for his walls tightening around the length inside him, as Orym’s name falls from his lips like a chant, a prayer. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym's pace has grown almost frenzied now, chasing his release, just ahead of him. His eyes are fixed on Dorian's face, watching him with undisguised desire, but there is love there too. There has always been love there.

So maybe there's that flicker of crimson at the edge of green as he buries himself deep inside him again and again, so so close. His fingers are wrapped firmly around Dorian's length still, thumb coaxing along the underside of his cock, jerking in time to his movements.]

Let go, beautiful. Let go with me... [Another hard crash of his hips and his body jerks as he comes, painting the inside of that tight passage white with his seed, hips pressed to Dorian's ass still rutting against him through the entirety of his orgasm.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian gasps as the pace starts to falter, the almost frantic motion starting to send the pressure within him boiling over. But it's Orym's words, almost like a command, that finally allows the pressure to release, and with a keening cry he comes for a second time. Blinding light explodes across his vision as he stripes his and Orym's stomachs with his essence, and his muscles grip the cock inside him, as though his body was trying to milk Orym dry.

His face flushed, his body completely collapses back on the bed, his breathing ragged as he's lost to the overwhelming pleasure, floating in the bliss of the aftermath. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[There. There it is. Dorian -- always strikingly handsome -- looks more exquisitely beautiful in this moment, as he lets go and that pleasure rushes over him, than anything that Orym has ever seen.

And moves with him through it, all of it, until that moment that Dorian settles back to the bed. Those unseen hands leave, but not without a soft caress, a gentle soothing touch before dissipating into air. Orym pants softly as the aftershocks of his climax rock through him.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian shivers as Orym still rocks into him, and whimpers softly at the gentle touch of those hands that seem to be all around him, until they disappear, leaving him feeling adrift along the waves of pleasure still coursing through him.

With a few ragged breaths of his own, he swallows the lump in his throat as he opens his eyes, looking up at Orym with a drunken sort of smile, his eyes still shining bright with love and want. ]