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After Earth Went Dark; Part III Chapter 4
Ida moved from one person to the next, offering hopeful words or a damp cloth. Doing whatever she could to help them recover. Elliot was surprised to notice that she seemed to mark no difference between the men from the New State, and the members of the camp.
He didn't know how she could so easily help the men that had only a few hours before been trying to kill them all. It almost made him feel bad for leaving the man without a drink. Almost.
Hours passed and the sun rose high into the sky. It was after noon by the time the final tally of dead came down. Forty-three defenders and been killed in the attack, and another six had died from their injuries. Twenty-two had sustained non-life-threatening injuries and were still in the infirmary. From the New State, one hundred and seventy-four men had been killed with another fifteen mortally injured. In the infirmary in relatively stable condition they now housed thirty-three wounded New State militiamen.
Marcel delivered a speech congratulating the people on their brave actions and remembering the dead. A proper group funeral would be held the next day. In his message, he promised that this had been a major victory for them and that the New State would think twice before coming for them again. Elliot couldn't help wondering if Marcel actually believed that or not. Tyr seemed to think that they would not attack again, but Elliot wasn't totally convinced. In fact, if he had been calling the shots for the New State, a second attack right after the first would be exactly the kind of thing he might think of, hoping to catch them with their guard down.
Elliot of course did not voice these concerns to anyone, but it kept him on edge as he continually scanned the camp and the tree line for anything suspicious. The sentries were reposted, so he supposed he was probably being overly cautious but still, the thought of a second wave suddenly sweeping through them while they were unprepared was not an appealing one.
It was a long day. Between helping to tend to the wounded and repairing some of the damaged defenses, Elliot found himself exhausted by dinner time. The hard work had however kept his mind off the horrible carnage of the battle and the dead faces littering the field.
Jay found him in the main dining tent and sat down next to him with a heavy sigh. That sigh pretty much summed up exactly how Elliot felt as well. The two of them said nothing to each other for a while. Both could tell that the other was experiencing almost the exact same rollercoaster of emotions.
Finally, Jay gave him a smile which Elliot couldn't help but return.
"Well, we're still here." Jay commented sarcastically.
"Yup." Elliot agreed.
"Pretty sure I've got you to thank for that." Jay reminded.
Elliot shrugged. "Tyr did all the work. I just yelled."
With a quiet laugh, Jay shook his head. "Maybe so. Still, it's good to know you're watching my back."
Elliot smiled but didn't say anything. His smile faltered however when he remembered just how close of a call it had been. It easily could have been Jay lying dead in that field.
"Hey." Jay snapped him out of his thoughts. "It's fine." He insisted. "We all made it."
"Not everyone though." Elliot answered softly.
Jay nodded soberly. "I don't know what I expected it to be like. But that wasn't it."
The two ate their meal quietly. Grateful to simply have the comfort of a friendly presence.
With everything going on, Elliot had not had much time to dwell on the promise that Tyr had made to him that morning. Now however, he began to wonder just what Tyr had in mind, if anything. He knew that both of them were exhausted so the just idea of sleeping close to Tyr was almost as alluring as the thought of what else might go on. Almost.
Elliot decided not to share his plans for the evening with Jay. Not out of embarrassment, he and Jay had become fairly open with each other about their intimate lives, as dry as they were at the moment. Elliot chose not to say anything because talking about it would only raise his hopes further. He realized that he was internally preparing himself to be disappointed once more. Surely something would come up at the last minute. Marcel would need Tyr for something, or a fight would break out in the camp, or more Carvers would show up, or the sky would fall. Dozens of scenarios of varying plausibility played out in Elliot's mind that would almost certainly disrupt his chance to spend a night with Tyr
However, as he finished his meal and bid goodnight to Jay, he couldn't help feeling the mounting excitement. He felt almost like he was hiding a naughty secret, scurrying away to do something he shouldn't do. It took considerable willpower to not break into a run as he left the dining tent heading for Tyr's private lodgings. There was one quick stop that he had to make first, back to his own tent, just long enough to grab something that he did not want to be without. He stuffed it into his pocket and walked quickly back to Tyr's tent.
Tyr had put his tent together himself and it was almost entirely practical. There was a sleeping space and a very small sitting space. Tyr had told Elliot that he did not need much room since he did not use the tent very often.
It was far from the most luxurious place that the two of them had spent a night. Elliot wistfully recalled the suite at the Tournament set aside for the Royal Champion. That was the sort of accommodation he wished he could share with Tyr, but at the end of the day the fact that they were together could make even a tiny and cramped tent into a paradise home.
Tyr was not in the tent when Elliot arrived, but he tried not to let that worry him. It was not that late yet so there was a good chance that Tyr was still working. Elliot knew that Tyr would want to take advantage of even the slight and fading light of dusk.
So, Elliot waited inside the tent on one of the little stools. He did not dare lie down because he knew that he would instantly fall asleep. Every time a set of footsteps grew close to the tent, Elliot's hopes rose once more. And yet every time, they receded again as whoever it was passed by.
Elliot sat for over an hour, growing more and more disheartened as the time passed. It had happened, just as he feared it might. Tyr had been called away from some important task or other. Someone as important as Tyr had so many more important things to worry about than him.
The tent flap opened, and Elliot jumped violently. He had not heard anyone approach. Tyr ducked his way inside and his face broke into a smile when he saw Elliot there waiting for him.
Tyr hadn't forgotten about him after all. In a surge of emotion, Elliot jumped up from where he was sitting and ran over to hug Tyr tightly.
Returning the embrace, Tyr's subtle smile faded. "Is something wrong?"
"No." Elliot replied quietly, resting his head on Tyr's chest. "You came."
"Yes..." Tyr was obviously puzzled. "I told you that I would."
"I know." Elliot admitted, looking at the ground. "I was just starting to think maybe you got too busy or... changed your mind or something."
Tyr put his hand under Elliot's chin and gently raised his face up to meet his eyes. "Elliot. When I said that you were important to me, I meant it. When I said I would meet you here tonight, I meant it."
Tears welled in Elliot's eyes but did not fall. He threw himself into the hug once more, even tighter. "I've missed you. Being with you. It's been so long."
Tyr slid his hand down Elliot's back. "Too long." He agreed. Tyr leaned in and planted a kiss on Elliot's cheek, but Elliot sought more than that and stood on his toes to put his lips to Tyr's.
Tyr's hand moved farther down Elliot's back, changing the atmosphere quickly. Elliot pushed back against the probing hand, letting Tyr know that he felt it and wanted it to continue.
As they continued to make out, Tyr's tongue dominated Elliot's, causing the boy to moan, his head swimming in longing finally realized. Tyr moved his hand down farther, slipping inside Elliot's waistband and coming to rest firmly on the rounded bubble that he had not handled in so long.
Elliot sighed in contentment, feeling Tyr's hand groping him. Reaching up, Elliot took down his hair, shaking it free and letting it fall about his shoulders. Then, he returned both hands to Tyr, sliding one of them underneath his shirt to feel the rock-solid muscle underneath.
Tyr was always so measured and controlled, but Elliot knew that their intimate activities pushed his restraint to the limit. That was one of the things Elliot enjoyed the most about it in fact. Seeing the animal lust grow in Tyr's eyes. The feeling he got when Tyr looked at him like a hungry predator eyeing helpless prey sent shivers of wild desire coursing through him. Tonight, Elliot was determined to break that restraint down even further.
The probing hand continued to massage Elliot's ass. Elliot bent forward slightly, hoping that Tyr would take the invitation. He did. Tyr's hand slipped between the two mounds and he circled a finger teasingly around the sensitive hole.
Elliot squealed in pleasure and began pushing Tyr's shirt upward, craving a look at Tyr's chiseled torso. This however, required Tyr to remove the hand that was causing Elliot so much delight, and Elliot whined in disappointment as it was withdrawn from his pants.
Seeing Tyr reach over his head and pull his shirt off though almost made up for it. Elliot still could not explain why the sculpted abs on Tyr's lean frame drove him so wild. He ran both hands along them and he felt his pants tighten even further in the front.
Tyr was not finished though, he gave Elliot a gentle but firm push back towards the large cushion that served as a bed. Elliot let himself be guided by Tyr's strong hands and gently laid back down onto the soft makeshift mattress. Tyr then pushed Elliot's shirt up over his head. Elliot stretched his arms up to make it easier for Tyr to strip the shirt off him, then circled his arms around Tyr's neck, pulling him in for another long kiss.
It felt amazing having Tyr's hands roaming his slender body and Elliot moaned into Tyr's mouth as the probing fingers found his ticklish areas and made him jump. His own hands made their way lower as well pushing at the waistband of Tyr's pants.
Leaning back, Tyr allowed Elliot to work at removing his pants and helped him along the way. Elliot could have fainted when Tyr's manhood came into view at last. He had almost forgotten just how big it was. Easily twice the size of his own. Some of the things that Jay had told him surfaced in his mind and he felt a fluttering feeling in his stomach as he imagined certain possibilities.
Tyr let him stare for a moment before moving in closer once more to kiss Elliot again. This time though, Elliot could feel the long rod slowly hardening as it was pressed against him in their passion.
Elliot knew what he wanted. He used all of his relatively light weight to try to roll Tyr over, but even so it was mostly Tyr feeling the momentum and allowing it to happen as Elliot pushed him to lie on his back.
Breaking away from the kiss and panting, Elliot's mouth moved from Tyr's lips to his jawline, then kissed down to his neck. He kissed Tyr's collarbone and down to his chest, giving each scar he came across a quick peck, all the while looking up at Tyr. When he got to Tyr's abs, he paused to give them special attention, kissing and stroking them, while one hand traveled farther south.
Tyr grunted his appreciation as Elliot gently took hold of the now almost complete erection. Elliot loved the feeling of it in his hand as he slowly rubbed it the rest of the way to life. The pulsing warmth that it gave off and the scent of Tyr and manliness was so inviting, so irresistible. There was one thing though that he had started to enjoy even more than feeling it throbbing in his hand. Elliot's kisses continued downward.
Staring into Tyr's eyes as the tip of his nose brushed against it, Elliot could feel the erotic tension mounting. It was empowering, having the mighty Tyr on his back like this. In some ways, Elliot was servicing him, but in others, Elliot felt in that moment like he was in charge.
Inhaling deeply, Elliot let out an involuntary whimper as the familiar musk returned to him, taking over his mind. In one long, slow, drawn-out motion, Elliot put his tongue out, and licked Tyr's manhood from the base to the very tip.
Tyr shivered underneath him and groaned in pleasure. His cock jumped seemingly of its own accord as Elliot tasted it for the first time in far too long.
As he reached the tip, Elliot sighed with delight. Leaning forward further, he slowly closed his lips around the tip. He felt Tyr's powerful legs tense up underneath him as he gradually allowed more of it into his mouth. Tyr's hands came to rest on his slim shoulders, griping them firmly as Elliot continued his work. With one hand, Elliot began to stroke the considerable length that he could not fit in his mouth.
Tyr began gently thrusting into Elliot's mouth. It was obvious that he was still restraining himself though. Elliot bobbed down on Tyr as far as he could until he felt it touch the back of his throat and he gagged. Tyr's hands moved up his neck to play with his hair as Elliot continued to take him as deep as he was able.
Using his tongue, Elliot toyed with the shaft as well as continually licking away the leaking seed that was starting to flow from the tip. Elliot had grown to love the taste of it. It was part of Tyr that was now a part of him as well. He craved it and needed more.
The strong fingers laced their way through his long hair and massaged his head as he moved up and down in rhythm. Elliot could feel the hands tightening slowly and he knew that Tyr would soon take over the situation. By then, it would be too late to enact his plan. He would be unable to resist Tyr's animal need. So, with immense willpower, Elliot pulled himself off of Tyr's throbbing manhood, leaving it wet with his saliva and leaking from the tip.
Tyr groaned in surprise as Elliot suddenly stopped in his task. He didn't say anything, but he looked down with a wordless question, wondering if something was the matter.
Not breaking the silence either, Elliot shook his head, assuring that everything was fine. He stood up and pulled the small bottle out of his pocket that he had fetched from his tent. Tossing it to Tyr, he quickly began tugging his pants down and off, leaving him fully exposed to Tyr.
Taking a long moment to stare at Elliot's naked body, Tyr eventually pulled his eyes away to examine the small bottle. In the meantime, Elliot lay down on his stomach on the other side of the large cushion.
"Elliot..." Tyr's voice was raspy from the excitement of their games. "Where did you get this?"
"Jay gave it to me." Elliot responded in barely a whisper, not moving from his position.
Tyr did not say anything for a long moment. Eventually Elliot looked over his shoulder to find Tyr staring at him seriously with the bottle still held in one hand. "I don't know if..." Tyr started.
"I want to..." Elliot insisted. He looked Tyr in the eyes to show that he was serious. "Please..."
Elliot did want this. He wanted it more than anything. Even as he thought about it though, his small body began to tremble. It was uncharted territory, and he was scared.
Tyr could see this and ran a gentle hand down the arc of Elliot's back. He leaned in on top of the smaller boy, still keeping most of his weight off him, but just enough to provide a comforting pressure. He kissed Elliot's neck tenderly, setting the small bottle of oil lubricant that Elliot had brought to one side.
Moaning in happiness, feeling Tyr on top of him, Elliot's nervous shaking slowed. Tyr's hand ran from his ribs down to his hip then back up again as Tyr continued to kiss him sweetly.
"I don't want to hurt you." Tyr confided in Elliot's ear before kissing it gently.
"Mm..." Elliot whined. "But... Even if it hurts some... I want you to. I..." His voice caught in his throat and Tyr finished the thought for him.
"I love you." He spoke in a low whisper.
It was the first time those three words had been spoken aloud between them. Both had known what the other felt to some degree, but neither had been able to take that one large step of vocalizing it. Now, as Tyr's hand laced with Elliot's they took it together.
"I love you..." Elliot repeated the phrase, feeling tears rolling from his eyes. "I love you too." Suddenly he rolled over, underneath Tyr, unable to bear not being face-to-face. He wrapped his arms around Tyr's neck and his legs around Tyr's waist and kissed him for all he was worth.
Tyr pressed his hands to the back of Elliot's head, feeling the rush of intensity as well. He allowed a bit more of his weight to press down on Elliot's slender frame and Elliot sighed contentedly against his mouth.
They kissed with unrestrained passion the likes of which neither one had felt before, as though a dam had burst and all the feelings that they held for each other were now free to be expressed through this long intimate kiss. Their tongues danced together, twining and untwining. Extensions of two bodies that were as close as one.
After what must have been several long minutes, Elliot finally pulled back, panting, his head falling gently back to the soft padding underneath, his hair splayed out behind him like spokes on a wheel.
"I want you, Tyr..." Elliot said again quietly, looking up at his handsome lover. "I want you to be... inside me..."
This time, Tyr did not protest. Slowly, he nodded and once more grabbed up the bottle of oil. Opening it for Elliot to see, he allowed a large amount to drip out onto his fingers. Then his hand disappeared.
Elliot did not have to guess where the hand had gone. His legs were still wrapped around Tyr's waist and he soon felt the strange erotic tingling of something touching his tight hole. The oil was cool and made him unconsciously clench his legs tighter around Tyr before forcing himself to relax.
Tyr kept his eyes locked with Elliot's as he teased gently with his lubricated fingers, drawing soft whimpers from the boy underneath him. Then suddenly, he slipped one inside.
"Mmm..." Elliot grunted in surprise. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. Tyr had not entered roughly and only gone about to the first knuckle, but it was still a startling sensation between the chill of the oil and the warmth of Tyr's finger now inside him and slowly pressing further.
Wiggling slightly, Elliot again made himself calm down. He tried to take long even breaths as the probing digit moved deeper into him. "Ahh!" He gasped as the finger touched something inside him that sent a wave of pleasure rocketing through him. Tyr's finger began to pull out, obviously thinking that he had hurt Elliot somehow, but Elliot shook his head frantically, wordlessly begging Tyr to keep going.
The finger reentered, rubbing against that secret spot once more and making Elliot whine. Elliot suddenly screwed his eyes shut and whimpered as Tyr gently inserted a second finger, stretching the hole a bit more. A brief sliver of pain was included with the pleasure this time but soon Elliot felt the second finger slide deep into him alongside the first.
Tyr began to slowly move the fingers in and out in a rhythmic motion. Elliot was delighted to discover that every time Tyr's fingers pushed all the way inside him, his dick twitched involuntarily. Then Tyr slipped in a third finger.
"Ohhh..." Elliot moaned and arced his back as he gripped Tyr's shoulders tightly. This new finger caused a bit more pain than the second one had, but Tyr's free hand rubbed his thigh comfortingly. Elliot knew he could stop this at any time. Tyr wouldn't do anything if he thought it would risk hurting him. But Elliot did not want to stop. There was something intimate even in the pain somehow. And as the third finger moved to join the others and Tyr ever so gently began to pump them in and out of Elliot's tight hole, Elliot felt more sure than ever that he was ready for what was next.
As Tyr continued to finger him and the tempo slowly increased, Elliot let out quiet reflexive gasps that he almost didn't realize he was producing. His dick continued to twitch when the fingers entered him, and it had begun to leak profusely. Elliot's mind was in a haze of ecstasy but the small logical part of him that was still present told him that he couldn't last much longer.
"Tyr... Tyr..." Elliot half gasped half moaned with all the willpower he could muster. "Do it... please... I can't..."
Heeding his warning, Tyr slowly removed his fingers. Elliot whined in displeasure but was immediately silenced when he felt the large warm throbbing rod, slick with oil, pressing gently up against his entrance. It wasn't even inside him yet and already it felt big. The nervous tremors returned, making Elliot's entire body shake like a leaf. Tyr leaned down to kiss him deeply, his strength bolstering Elliot's resolve.
"I love you." Tyr told him again quietly.
Elliot, his face a blend of anxiety and desire, sucked in a breath and whispered. "I love you too." Before giving Tyr a nod to continue.
With a gentle push, the tip entered him. Elliot's eyes popped wide open and his voice cracked to a whole new octave as he squealed. Almost immediately he felt Tyr begin to withdraw.
"No!" He cried out. Elliot's slim chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted, trying to find the breath for words. "Stay!" Was all he could manage.
Tyr got the message and froze with the tip still inside Elliot as Elliot tried to compose himself. The entry had hurt far more than he had expected it to, but his determination held strong. The stinging pain had been almost like a blinding bolt at first but already was slowly starting to diminish. Elliot continued to just breath, in and out.
Allowing his head to fall back to the floor once more, Elliot gave the nod then immediately gasped loudly as Tyr pushed forward another half an inch. It was very strange feeling himself stretching to accommodate Tyr's considerable size. Elliot could fell the warmth of it pulsing inside him and radiating through his entire body.
It did not take him as long this time to give another permissive nod to Tyr. When he pushed forward though, Elliot cried out involuntarily. He shook his head to ensure Tyr that he was ok. A sheen of sweat coated his entire body and his face had begun turning red. Something about it though, the feeling of it filling him, throbbing within him, and knowing that it was Tyr, it felt right. Elliot knew that, despite the pain, this was what he had wanted all along. Even before he had understood the concept, almost from the moment he had met Tyr, he had longed for this feeling.
Tyr pushed gently again, and this time Elliot's pained moan turned into a whimper of confusion as the tip of it bumped against that secret spot that Tyr's fingers had found before. His eyelids fluttered as his brain short-circuited trying to make sense of the mix of sensations.
Then another push, and Elliot's entire body jumped. The heat of Tyr's long manhood was resting right on his pleasure spot. He could feel Tyr's heartbeat pumping through it, and each pulse sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through his small body. His dick which had gone soft began to rapidly come back to life despite the pain, which was quickly taking a backseat to this new sensation.
With a nod and a mumbling moan of incoherent gibberish, Elliot asked Tyr for more. And when he got his wish, something clicked inside him. The animal part of his brain took over. The hurt was still present, but his instincts had other concerns, like demanding more of this powerful feeling that he had never experience before.
Tyr apparently had similar ideas. Even though he had not made it all the way inside Elliot, he began to pull out slowly before pushing himself back in. The thrusting drove all thought from Elliot's mind, and he howled like a wild thing as Tyr mated with him.
Although Tyr's thrusts were shallow, it was a constant cycle of euphoria and withdrawal as Tyr gave it to him and then pulled back. Elliot's yelping high-pitched screams and Tyr's heavy masculine grunts could be heard far beyond the confines of their tent as Tyr penetrated his young lover over and over.
There was no stopping now. Even some sudden catastrophic disaster Elliot knew, would not stop Tyr from breeding him. And that was the one thing that he wanted now more than almost anything he had ever wanted in his life. To feel the warmth of Tyr's seed flood him from the inside.
Each rapid shallow breath that Elliot took produced another squealing yelp as Tyr's pace quickened. The sweat on Tyr's brow and the look of absolute animal hunger on his face told Elliot that he was very close. Good. He wanted Tyr to claim him.
With a thrust that was measurably rougher than any before it, Tyr pushed himself deeper inside Elliot than he had yet gone. Still not using the full length but more than Elliot had become accustomed to. Elliot screamed as the glorious mix of pleasure and pain threatened to knock him out. Then he felt it. Tyr throbbed powerfully inside him and Elliot felt the strong jet of his seed being planted deep. It pulsed again and again, shooting more and more, filling him, leaking out of him.
Elliot squealed as his own orgasm rolled over him. His own seed splashed impotently along his chest and stomach, while Tyr's masculine essence filled him to overflowing. He didn't ever want it to stop. He wanted Tyr to keep pumping more into him until his insides couldn't hold any more. But even Tyr, after seven powerful shots, was expended.
A steady stream continued to leak out of Elliot's hole as his brain tried again and again to reboot. Tyr slowly pulled his gradually deflating rod out of Elliot, eliciting a cooing moan from the boy. Elliot felt empty without it now, even as he began to come down from the high.
Elliot was certain he would never be able to move again. But that was fine. As long as Tyr was there too. Tyr's muscular chest was heaving in the dim light and Elliot's eyes traced his body lazily, still not quite able to form real thought but definitely able to enjoy the sight.
He began to feel the ache of his stretched hole, but it was that almost-pleasant ache of a well-worked muscle. Tyr obviously found his wits first and used a nearby bit of cloth to clean the residue off of Elliot and then off of himself. He had not apparently found all of his wits yet though as the cloth he chose also happened to be Elliot's shirt.
Elliot noted this with more humor than the situation called for and he began to giggle. Tyr, looking down at him and still catching his breath, couldn't understand what was so funny. However, the sight of Elliot lying naked and spent, giggling madly, was enough to bring an uncharacteristically wide smile to his face.
Letting himself down gently, Tyr laid down next to Elliot, letting his breath out in a rush. Elliot turned his head to look at him, long hair falling across his face, still quietly laughing. Tyr gave a short chuckle as well, reaching out a hand to stroke the hair off of Elliot's face and pin it behind his ear. He leaned in and kissed Elliot's forehead.
Finally finding his mobility, Elliot inched himself closer and rolled over next to Tyr so that he could lay his head across Tyr's chest. The gravity and importance of what they had just done together began to settle over him, silencing his giggles. Tyr's hand roamed his back as Elliot pondered what it meant.
"Have you ever..." Elliot had to clear his throat when his voice cracked from the earlier strain. "Have you ever... done that before? With anyone?" He asked without looking up at Tyr.
"No." Came the monosyllabic reply after a long silence.
"Me either." Elliot confirmed, although it hardly needed saying. The silence returned and Tyr continued to rub his back and shoulders gently, though his strokes were getting slower as the exhaustion caught up with both of them.
"I love you." Elliot said yet again. He loved hearing the words aloud. But he loved even more hearing Tyr say them.
"I love you too." Tyr responded quietly.
The world began to fade as darkness stole into Elliot's mind. Just on the cusp of sleeping and waking however, he felt Tyr rumble a single word that he almost was not sure was real.
"Mathias."
Elliot did not have the slightest clue what that could mean and was about to write it off as a strange half-dream. But something forced him to put forth the effort to mumble. "Hmm, what...?"
"Mathias." Tyr repeated softly. "There was a time... when I had another name... and that was it."
A feeling of warmth and closeness crept through Elliot, although in his near-delirious state he did not fully understand why. Tyr had shared with him something of intimate importance and it made Elliot's heart leap. He tried to mumble one last "I love you." But the long sleepless days and overuse of adrenaline demanded their payment. The warm embrace of a restful and happy sleep washed over him, carrying him away.