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Crossing Borders (LustfulSins&Mari)

Kaine's tongue quickly pushed forward, licking into Evindal's mouth and running along the roof of his mouth. He finally got to taste him and he wasn't disappointed. His tongue wrapped around the other's, sucking it into his own and inviting him to explore.

As he was laid back, Kaine broke the kiss. He looked up at the man above him with adoring eyes. Now all pain had gone, replaced with waves of pleasure. The change of angle was appreciated, the lift of his hips causing the hiesen's cock to brush against a spot inside of him that made him moan, his head falling back as his back arched.
 
When Kaine moans and arches, Evindal actually gets more rough. His thrusts become harder, longer, and faster. His right arm wraps under Kaine's lower back to support him, and his left hand lands on the rug beside the elf's shoulder.

One thing is for certain; Evindal is a beast, both on the battlefield and in sex. Every thrust hits deep, and the sounds the hiesen prince makes are more akin to a carnal animal than a prince. Small grunts and loud groans, the occasional growl. Evindal's head dips down, teeth latching onto Kaine's left shoulder.
 
It seemed that he didn't have to ask for more, for Evindal to go faster or for him to keep hitting that spot because it seemed he was going to no matter what. One of his hands fell to the floor beside him, fingers gripping the fabric of the rug. His right arm wrapped around Evindal, nails digging into the skin down his shoulder blades. His legs wrapped around the other man's waist.

As the other prince fucked into him, Kaine's moans increased in frequency and volume. Interspersed were broken syllables of the other's name. He wasn't sure if he was calling out to him or if it was the only word he could say at the moment.
 
Three days ago, had someone told Evindal he would be fucking the elven prince into the floor, he would have called them crazy. But here he is, doing just that, and thoroughly enjoying it. His teeth release Kaine's shoulder, and he licks his lips and he lifts himself up. Pale icy eyes stare down at Kaine, pupils dilated wide in his list and pleasure.

Evindal's endurance is proven as he keeps this hard, rapid, deep reaching pace for nearly ten minutes. When his orgasm approaches, it's preceded by shorter, even more rough thrusts. And when it hits, Evindal bucks hard, burying his cock to the root. Even then, his hips jerk tightly as he releases hot seed into Kaine's body, groaning loudly. Evindal rides his aftershocks, grind his hips hard as if he could somehow get even deeper inside the elf.
 
Kaine looked up at Evindal, staring up at him for as long as he could before pleasure forced his eyes closed. Without touching himself, Kaine came on his stomach. He leant up as best he could, stealing small kisses before he fell back, arms going above him so he could grip the rug.

He felt somewhat better about his stamina as only a couple of minutes later Evindal came inside him. He'd never felt so full. He fell limp against the floor, eye closed as he fought to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell quickly, occasionally stuttering as aftershocks of pleasure ran through him.
 
Evindal blinks as he watches Kaine lay beneath him. He's still leaning his hips tight into Kaine's ass, and seems reluctant to move away. His breathing is also accelerated, though not as much as the elf's. Evindal moves his right arm from beneath Kaine, fingers brushing hair away from his face.

"You're beautiful." No other words come to Evindal's mind right now. Seeing the elf splayed beneath him, a mess, the view is stunning. The only thing that exists for Evindal right now is this moment. Nothing else seems to matter.
 
Slowly, Kaine caught his breath. He was aware that Evindal was still over him, still inside of him, but he was in no hurry to make him move. In fact, he would be quite happy to stay there for the foreseeable future. He blinked his eyes opened when his hair was moved, only for his lips to part and his eyes to widen in surprise.

A bright, tired smile came to his lips and he raised his right hand to cup the other's cheek. "Thank you" He murmured, raising himself enough to capture Evindal's lips in a soft, sweet kiss. Of all the things he had expected to come from them meeting again, this hadn't been one of them, but he was glad. He cared for Evindal deeply, even after their time apart, and he was glad to have the chance to be physically with him.
 
Evindal allows Kaine to lead this soft kiss, having no experience with gentleness. But his hand does press flat to the elf's back, supporting him. After a moment, the hiesen prince does pull away, but he doesn't go far. He reaches for his shirt again, wiping down Kaine's stomach. Normally, he would leave his partner immediately after, let them clean themselves, but something tells Evindal that Kaine would be very unhappy with him for that.

On Evindal's part, he can't say that what he feels is love for the elf, nor even affection. Not yet. But attraction? Attraction is a strong starting force. And their just-finished coupling is a good, convincing event to keep Evindal coming back to the elf. For now, Evindal would prefer to call this rebuilding their friendship, even if that friendship now includes sex. "Thank you, Kaine. This was.. Incredible. Very different from what I'm accustomed to, but incredible."
 
Kaine watched as Evindal reached for the shirt, smiling when he cleaned his stomach. He appreciated the gesture, looking forward to a proper bath later on. Perhaps he could escape into the forest by himself for a little while. There was a lovely lake...Those were plans for later though, for now he wanted to enjoy whatever time he had left with his friend. After all, they would have to return to their own camps eventually.

Being thanked was not something he expected. He didn't think he'd ever been thanked after sex. Even with the strangeness of the sentiment, Kaine sort of understood. "It's the same for me, very different but incredible" He agreed, his soft smile turning flirtatious. "And I definitely wouldn't mind becoming accustomed to it. Please, feel free whenever we meet to hold me like this"
 
There's that faint blush on Evindal's cheeks again. Kaine giving Evindal an open invitation for sex every time they meet flutters the hiesen prince. He rubs the back of his neck, a small smile on his lips. "I will.. Keep that in mind." Evindal's eyes drift to the window, where the sky is grey, but no longer storming.

Evindal sighs, lowering his hand. "I do hope my battalion captains have not sent out a search party. It's past mid-day." The hiesen prince rises to his feet, adjusting himself before doing up his pants. He hadn't thought to shed his own pants completely in the heat of the moment. With his shirt a mess, Evindal just balls it up. Now that there is a bit of distance between them, his scars are easier to see. And they're everywhere, including a handful down his arms.

"I need to get back to my camp, before someone starts to think I've been taken hostage." Evindal turns to get his oiled cloak from the hook by the door, and his largest scar can be seen. It's not a raised ridge, so Kaine wouldn't have felt it, but it's plain to see against Evindal's skin. Two inches wide, a foot long, traveling on a diagonal across his spine from the top of his right shoulder blade down to the bottom of his left shoulder blade.
 
Kaine laughed, the sound light and delightful as he noticed the blush. "So confident when you're inside of me but as soon as I talk about sex, you're blushing again" He teased, adoring the difference between the man's two moods. He'd have to see just how deeply he could blush. It would be fun for the next time they met, as long as Evindal didn't get annoyed with him.

Sitting up, he stretched, already beginning to feel sore in many different areas. That lake was looking more and more inviting. He stood himself dressing and making himself presentable. His hair was a mess but he tried to brush it down with his hands as best he could with this fingers. After putting himself together, he could probably pass as only mildly disturbed. His men wouldn't question it. His eyes followed the hiesen as he moved around the room.

He hadn't seen most of these scars and it saddened him a little to think of the pain that they must have caused. "Hmm, have you not been taken hostage? Perhaps I don't want to let you go yet" He said, moving over to the man and wrapping his arms around him from behind. He pressed a kiss to the back of his neck before the elven prince laughed and spun away, leaning against the wall by the door. "Go and make sure they know you're well. I'll check in on you later"
 
Evindal shivers when Kaine kisses the back of his neck, tickled. He smiles only slightly, but it's not something he's accustomed to doing. "The last thing we need is someone catching on to..this. Yet." Evindal waves his hand between them. Though he is far more relaxed with Kaine now, than he has been since meeting him again, the hiesen prince is still cautious not to let anyone else know.

Evindal pulls the still damp white cloak over his black one. He would be able to stay warm enough until he reaches his tent. Then he realizes what Kaine said about checking in on him and spins. "No. Do not come to my camp. It's not safe for you. My men are brutes, and won't think twice about taking advantage of an elf intruder." Evindal takes a deep breath, crossing the room to pick up the silver hair rod. He expertly twists his hair up in a tight know, then stabs the rod through until its hidden.
 
Kaine had to agree. If anyone got wind that they were meeting, the news would go straight back to their father's and he didn't know what sort of trouble would come of that. For now, it was best to keep each other a secret. Until he could be sure that it was safe, they would have to be careful.

He shook his head, waving a hand as he crossed one of his legs over the other. His hands moved behind him, resting against the wall and cushioning his lower back from the hard wood. "I'm not going to come to your camp, don't worry" He assured him. Whilst some may say he had self-sacrificing notions, he did have some preservation instincts. "I will check on you. I don't have to see you to know if you're well. I can ask a question and you can answer. Don't worry yourself about it. Go, rest, and don't push yourself again. Wearing that cloak got you brought here as a messenger, a warrior would not have received such a welcome"
 
Evindal nods, pulling on his clawed gauntlets. He's well aware he likely would have been left to die this morning had he not been wearing the white cloak. He doesn't question further the meaning of Kaine's words, but pauses beside the elf before heading out the door. He doesn't say anything more, but bends his head to kiss the elf again. A parting kiss, so Evindal might carry the feeling of Kaine's lips with him. And then he's gone.

Evindal finds his messengers horse in the inn stables. He thanks the innkeeper, albeit somewhat awkwardly, then mounts and heads out of Hollow Point. His timing is good. One of his captains is just leaving camp in his direction. Evindal manages to play off the long delay as having found a random elf to pass the storm with. His captain laughs heartily, claps him on the back, and turns his men around to go back to camp. The first thing Evindal does is instruct his men to leave him alone so he can rest.
 
Grey eyes followed the hiesen's movements as he pulled on his gauntlets and then returned to him by the door. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to say goodbye, finding the word to final after everything. He didn't get a chance to come up with something as Evindal stole any words he may have thought of with a kiss. His lips followed after, but he was gone far too quickly.

A sigh left him and he stayed where he was, eyes closed as he tried to gather up his emotions before he returned to camp. He pays the innkeeper for the stay, assured them all that everything is fine, and then returns to his own camp. On his return, his general comes to meet him. He had been passing around the news of the truce. "We have to wait for my father's orders. We'll stay until we're told to come back" He gave his orders, returning to his tent and penning a letter to his father with his own suggestions. Once that was sent, he snuck away from the camp to the lake. The sun had set long ago and the moon shined on the water. Kaine wasted no time in stripping off and sinking into it. The cool water felt amazing against his sore muscles.

He folded his arms on the bank, resting his head on them. He may have dozed off a little, but when he opened his eyes he reached out and gathered a small ball of moss. He made a second one, tapping the first and watching as it lifted from the ground and zipped off toward the hiesen camp. It wouldn't be seen, invisible to everyone but those that Kaine wanted to see it. He'd gotten good at this. Upon finding it's intended recipient, it would give a quiet message.

"I hope you're resting, you should be. Just tap this once and it'll let me know that you are. I won't send another"
 
After resting for the afternoon, Evindal suits up and gathers his men. Bored warriors lead to trouble. So he starts running them through night drills. For hiesen, drills at night are just as important as during the day. Even though they can see in the dark very well, it's still a bit different than during daylight.

Evindal nearly jumps out of his skin when he spots the glowing ball. There are at least fifteen warriors around him, one of which is currently sparring with him. None of them react to the glowing ball, so at least the hiesen prince is reassured of Kaine's explanation of it. However, he needs to figure out how to respond to the message without making his warriors wonder why he's batting at the air. Eventually, Evindal manages to tome an attack in such a way that his elbow bumps the moss.
 
Kaine waited patiently, head resting as he looked at the second hovering ball that had stayed with him. As soon as Evindal touched the other one, the ball with him glowed brightly and then fell to the ground. He smiled as he watched it, pleased to see that his message was received. He had missed his friend, had worried about him in the years that they were apart and at war. Now at least he could act on those worries.

He bathed for a while longer before returning to camp, sneaking back into his own tent and settling down for the night. Some men were taking the respite of the truce to celebrate and he could hear them from where he lay. Other's were resting like him. His father's letter would come the next day and he would know more about what his part of the plan would be.
 
Evindal's tap on the moss ball may have been a lie, he's not resting, after all. But no need for Kaone to worry about him. The hiesen prince works his men until late in the night, moving from battalion to battalion to test their skills. The moon is on its way down when he finally dismisses them. Hopefully tomorrow, he can put his men to work building instead. Though he himself has very little knowledge in construction, most warriors come from building backgrounds of some kind.

Come morning, Evindal rises with the sound of the breakfast horn. He joins his men in the mess tent, eating shoulder to shoulder with them. He may be their commander, but he still has the drilled in sentiment that he's just another warrior. Evindal's messenger is sent out toward the elven camp, carrying with him the request of assistance with the villagers, to purchase and gather materials to begin building a permanent camp.
 
The next morning, Kaine is awoken by the news that a letter has come from his father. A truce it is. He was to stay, ensure a proper encampment was set up, ensure it ran smoothly, and after choosing someone to run it in his stead, he was to return home. Kaine didn't know how much time that gave him.

He passed the news along to his men, meeting in his tent with his general and the lieutenants under him. They all had some knowledge on construction, architecture, and what was needed for a long-term encampment. Together, they managed to draw out a plan for a manageable and defensible settlement. Their meeting was interrupted with the news of a messenger and Kaine went to greet him. The request wasn't unexpected and, given the situation they were in, Kaine agreed. He sent a response back with the messenger, agreeing to help as needed. It wouldn't take anything away from them.
 
The messenger is a young blond hiesen, hair cut close to his head, with one green eye and one blind, milky eye. He's skinny, but it's clear from the muscle in his arms as he holds out his scroll that he's an archer. Even as Kaine reads the scroll, the messenger relays its contents.

"Prince Evindal requests an escort of elven warriors to ensure the movements of his own within Hollow Point pass without incident. Prince Evindal's men must purchase and trade for supplies to build a camp. The agreed truce includes supply without price, in return for the promise not to attack Hollow Point again. However, Prince Evindal is willing to purchase supplies for the first week, to allow Hollow Point to set up a supply route to the aforementioned camp in progress." The messenger looks bored, as though this was not his intended purpose when he first joined Evindal's ranks, and his eyes keep wandering to the elves around them.
 
Kaine considered the options before him. They were fair terms, and he couldn't say that this would take anything away from their own camp. He quickly wrote out an agreement, handing it to the hiesen with a smile. "Let Prince Evindal know that Prince Kaine agrees to his terms. I will have an escort prepared by your bridge by midday" He agreed, turning and looking to his general as they prepared for the next step.

As he said, an escort of eleven warriors that Kaine chose himself was waiting by the bridge. He had chosen them as they were the least likely to cause incident. They were good men, able to hold their tongue. Some he wouldn't have ever trusted with this task. He sent a messenger to Hollow Point as well, outlining the agreements made in the truce, letting them know they were neutral now.
 
The hiesen messenger takes the elven prince's reply, placing his eight fist over his heart. It's a sign of respect amidst the hiesen, though he's not sure if the elves know of it. The respect isn't necessarily toward the prince himself, but more toward his agreement to Evindal's request. Not that the messenger is going to explain that. As he leaves, the messenger eyes one of the elves, then licks his lips. It's nothing more than a tease to a random elf, and the messenger smirks when that elf tints red.

Evindal includes himself on his party of thirty warriors. Nobody is armed, much to his mens' displeasure. Evindal doesn't even have his steel clawed gauntlets, having traded them for plain black leather gloves. All thirty hiesen are dressed warmly, each with their own cloak. When they meet with the group of elves, Evindal has his men remove and shake out their cloaks, as a show of faith that they are unarmed. Many of the hiesen grumble, but all do as commanded.

Evindal hides his disappointment when he doesn't spot Kaine amidst the escort. "My men will cause no trouble, I simply wish to smooth the process of our visits to Hollow Point. I aim to split my men into groups when we arrive, to attend each necessary shop as quickly as possible."
 
The group at the bridge straighten up when the hiesen approach, prepared for any hostility that may come from this visit. They didn't trust them at all, and some had shared whispers that this was going to be an ambush of some point. But Kaine believed it, and so they had to follow their orders. If they didn't trust the hiesen, they trusted their prince. Whilst they are shown that they are unarmed, the elves don't relax at all.

"As you want" The redheaded elf at the front said, stepping to the side and tilting his head for the men behind him to do the same. "We will split as well. The elves that live here will be more amicable if there are a few of us with each group"
 
Evindal nods his head, signaling to his men to move out. They follow him, grouped close together. None of them are nervous; even unarmed, all are formidable fighters. Arriving at the edge of the village, Evindal splits his men into six five groups of six, five men with him. Moving from group to group, he hands out lists and large bags of coins. Evindal has a small hope that the coin might act as a show of good faith among the villagers.

"Ask your elven escorts if you can't find the items on your lists. Anyone found to be harassing the villagers will answer to me." Evindal curls his fingers into a fist, and more than one warrior rubs their throat nervously. Evindal turns to the elves. "Please let me know if any of my men insult you or the villagers."

Evindal leads his group toward the redheaded elf, assuming he's the leader of the escorts. "I understand that this may seem odd, a prince working alongside his men. But I am simply another warrior." Evindal pauses, certain the redhead hadn't realized who Evindal was. "I need an herbalist's shop, and an alchemist, if there's one present in Hollow Point."
 
The hiesen came closer, splitting into groups. The redheaded elf split his own group as well, spreading them out between the groups so that they wouldn't have to worry about any sort of ambush. It didn't seem like one would come, the leader of the hiesen group seemed to have them under control. "We will" One elf spoke up, clenching their jaw as their group moved out.

The redheaded elf was taken aback by the sudden statement, none of them had expected a prince. If nothing else, it gave them some hope that the hiesen would actually behave. "There is...this way" He said, turning and leading the group further into Hollow Point. The herbalist's shop was small, but carried everything they may need.

Worried about his men and concerned about how the escort was going, Kaine decided to go and see for himself. He didn't go directly into the village, instead going into the trees behind it. Climbing one, he got a decent vantage point and sent out small messages to some of his men. They were mostly just asking if everything was okay, a tap needed to return to him with a positive answer.
 
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