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It was Yuval who woke first. His eyelids felt heavy, but he opened them anyway. He remembered needing to do something important... what did he remember? That’s right... He’d been looking in the books for a way to help Amath.
Amath!
He sat up straight and looked around. The sword, now old, rusty and dull, had fallen between them. Amath was once again unconscious on the floor. Blood was pooling around him. With a gasp, Yuval turned him around and saw the gash on his side. Though he felt weak, he mustered the energy for an emergency healing spell, focusing it all on the gash. The bleeding stopped, though the gash, like the demon’s burnt hand, would require more than one session to heal.
The hand...
Yuval reached for Amath’s hands and found them both burnt. He ripped at his shirt. The bruising was now going up both arms to his heart, but it seemed to have stopped there. The bruising over his heart was duller. He rested his ear there. His heartbeat was a bit weak, but it was steady.
Shakily, Yuval grabbed him from under his arms, and dragged the heavy body to the bear fur by the fireplace. A wave of his hand lit the fireplace. He got up again and fetched a wet rag to place across Amath’s forehead.
“Amath... ” He called softly, frowning in worry. “Amath, wake up.”
The demon didn’t wake.
Yuval sighed. Unable to spend more energy right then, and not knowing what else to do, he laid at his side and closed his eyes, wrapping an arm across him.
When he next woke, he found himself alone on the bear rug. He looked up sharply, alarmed, but Amath was only steps away, kneeling by the table where he’d earlier left the meat, devouring it... raw. Had he dragged himself there?
“Ah! Amath- let me at least cook it,” he called, hurrying to get up.
“Starving,” Amath gasped between bites. “Must heal... ”
Yuval pursed his lips, but he could not bear to take the much needed food from him. He approached him carefully, pouring a glass of water for him, kneeling by him. He was quiet while the demon gulped down every last bit of the meat, and did not complain when the glass was taken from him and downed in one go, either. He simply reached out, stroking his hair in long, gentle caresses, moving his hand to an ear to brush lightly to it.
Amath’s eyes closed at this latter gesture, and he leaned a bit to the touch. Like a kitten, Yuval thought.
“Come here,” he carefully led him back to the furs, had him wait there a moment while he went fetch a blanket. When he returned, he spread the blanket over his demon, and pulled his upper body against him, arms wrapping around him. He stroked that ear again, since Amath had seemed to welcome the gesture.
“Is it over?” Amath asked under his breath, starting to doze again.
Yuval glanced back at the ruined sword, then back at his demon. “I think so.”
Amath said nothing more; he simply slept in that warm hold, leaning to the loving caress.
***
Amath woke next with the delicious scent of cooked meat.
Yuval smiled when he saw his eyes open.
“There you are,” he teased. “I knew a good serving of veal would wake you.”
As Amath propped himself up, Yuval reached for the blankets, pushing them down enough to have a look at his chest. He was pleased to find that most of the bruise seemed to be gone.
“You’ve been out for two days,” he announced, “I should punch you in the face just for worrying me about it.” Yet despite his words, he smiled when Amath reached for the hand on his chest and brought it up to his lips for a fervent kiss.
“You scared me,” Yuval said.
“Where is the sword?” Amath asked.
“That old thing,” he snorted, “I ended up selling it. I went into town while you were asleep, bought meat with the money. Want some?” He pushed the plate to the demon.
Amath sat up a bit more and reached for the plate. He started eating, sparing only two words. “You ate?”
“Yes. This is all for you.”
“Starving,” Amath mumbled between bites.
“I know. Finish that up like a good boy, and I’ll serve you something else.”
Encouraged by the promise, Amath ate his entire share. Yuval waited patiently until he was done, and put the empty plate and drink away, returning to his side. He pulled the blanket away, and slowly undid his trousers, hand slipping in to pull his cock out and stroke him to hardness.
Amath sighed in pleasure, letting out a soft call of “Val... ” His own hand came up to caress Yuval’s ear, nail and finger stroking.
Though his ear was not as sensitive as his lover’s, Yuval still leaned to the affectionate touch. “Say you want me.”
“I want you,” Amath obeyed, “I need you, Val.”
Yuval pulled back to undress himself fully, then straddled his hips carefully, mindful to wave a spell between them, for he reached down to guide his lover’s need inside him at once.
Amath gasped, “You’re not ready... ”
Yuval silenced his protest with a deep kiss, and pushed down to take his lover in, as deep as he could take him. A shudder ran through him as the pain of being stretched gave way to pleasure as well, arms wrapping around Amath, the demon doing likewise. His lips found Amath’s ear, and he gently pulled at one of his earrings.
With a moan, Amath thrust up, leaning to that mouth.
Yuval did not make him wait, hips moving up and down his lover’s hard need, as his tongue and lips played with his earrings and his ear, panting softly. He trembled in pleasure when the next thrust hit more accurately to that spot within him, and moaned anew when Amath’s hand wrapped around his own hard cock, thumb and nail teasing the slit, sending shivers up his spine.
They moved as one, Yuval thrusting against him, taking him deep, Amath’s hand on his cock, teasing every inch, and Yuval’s tongue taking advantage of that sensitive ear. The link that bound them grew stronger with every joining, stronger still with this one, and when Yuval let himself follow it, he felt Amath’s pleasure as he felt his own – taking and taken at the same time, that was what it felt like; and by the groan Amath gave it was easy to realize he felt it too.
Senses overwhelmed, no longer aware of where he ended and his lover began, Yuval abandoned himself to the feeling until his body tensed and his seed spilled hard between them, exactly at the same time Amath filled him. Sitting there panting, they held to each other, words unnecessary as the bound that tied them knew their hearts.
