Inquisitor Bramen Lavellan (
hallarider) wrote2015-03-22 05:06 pm
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And the Light Shines -- Destiny AU
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The Traveller was always meant to be a safe haven for what pieces of humanity still remained. Though their numbers had actually been increasing over the last several years, there was still darkness that needed to be kept at bay. There was still so much that needed to be reclaimed, so many enemies that continued to beat at the doors and threaten what remained. That was why the Guardians always fought so hard. Whether it was tactical strikes, routine patrols or special assignments, the Traveller was home to all sorts who stood for what was Good. The Guardians swore to protect their home at all costs, venturing planets over with their Ghosts lingering nearby, their direct connection back to the Traveller and to the Speaker.
Bramen was no exception. The Awoken Hunter was always eager to serve, ever since he recalled waking up to the Light. Though he tried to be cautious, a number of routine training exercises proved he was often a bit too over-enthusiastic, the poor man facing a number of embarrassing defeats in the Crucible tournaments. Good thing that something like that could be overlooked, particularly for someone so dedicated to aiding the vanguard. There were plenty of others like Bramen - but there was one person in particular that he found himself more than willing to fight alongside. One person could get him to go right into the bowels of Venus and straight into enemy fire on Mars. There was always one man he could trust to watch his back, one Warlock who just needed to look his way and the Hunter would be ready to go at a moment's notice.
That particular Warlock could often be found down in the tavern beneath the hangar, out near where Dead Orbit would congregate. The Awoken of that faction would often glance every time Bramen walked back, follow his movements - it was unnerving but they always kept a close eye on everyone who would come and go. He'd heard from a reliable source they were seeking out new talent. Bramen couldn't help but wonder if his Warlock friend knew about it.
Bramen made his way down to the tavern, taking the steps two at a time as he looked around the modestly crowded area, his bright yellow-green eyes glowing in the dimmer light. He caught sight of his friend, the man seated on a couch with a drink in hand, drinking and chatting with a very bulky Exo Titan - I-R0 N. Bull if Bramen recalled the man's name. One of the more acclaimed raiders that he knew of, a man who commanded his own unit of men and women, his own raid faction. It was an impressive sight to see when they all went off and recorded their run, bringing back what information the city needed. The Exo knew just about everyone in this city - it was no surprise he was friendly with Bramen's own companion.
"Dorian," the Awoken called out, raising his hand in greeting before moving closer to where the men sat, greeting them both, "I've been looking for you."
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The Traveller was always meant to be a safe haven for what pieces of humanity still remained. Though their numbers had actually been increasing over the last several years, there was still darkness that needed to be kept at bay. There was still so much that needed to be reclaimed, so many enemies that continued to beat at the doors and threaten what remained. That was why the Guardians always fought so hard. Whether it was tactical strikes, routine patrols or special assignments, the Traveller was home to all sorts who stood for what was Good. The Guardians swore to protect their home at all costs, venturing planets over with their Ghosts lingering nearby, their direct connection back to the Traveller and to the Speaker.
Bramen was no exception. The Awoken Hunter was always eager to serve, ever since he recalled waking up to the Light. Though he tried to be cautious, a number of routine training exercises proved he was often a bit too over-enthusiastic, the poor man facing a number of embarrassing defeats in the Crucible tournaments. Good thing that something like that could be overlooked, particularly for someone so dedicated to aiding the vanguard. There were plenty of others like Bramen - but there was one person in particular that he found himself more than willing to fight alongside. One person could get him to go right into the bowels of Venus and straight into enemy fire on Mars. There was always one man he could trust to watch his back, one Warlock who just needed to look his way and the Hunter would be ready to go at a moment's notice.
That particular Warlock could often be found down in the tavern beneath the hangar, out near where Dead Orbit would congregate. The Awoken of that faction would often glance every time Bramen walked back, follow his movements - it was unnerving but they always kept a close eye on everyone who would come and go. He'd heard from a reliable source they were seeking out new talent. Bramen couldn't help but wonder if his Warlock friend knew about it.
Bramen made his way down to the tavern, taking the steps two at a time as he looked around the modestly crowded area, his bright yellow-green eyes glowing in the dimmer light. He caught sight of his friend, the man seated on a couch with a drink in hand, drinking and chatting with a very bulky Exo Titan - I-R0 N. Bull if Bramen recalled the man's name. One of the more acclaimed raiders that he knew of, a man who commanded his own unit of men and women, his own raid faction. It was an impressive sight to see when they all went off and recorded their run, bringing back what information the city needed. The Exo knew just about everyone in this city - it was no surprise he was friendly with Bramen's own companion.
"Dorian," the Awoken called out, raising his hand in greeting before moving closer to where the men sat, greeting them both, "I've been looking for you."
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But there was more the man was yet to experience - and Bramen was pleased to deliver.
The Hunter grabbed the sheets tightly, dipping his head down towards Dorian's shoulder, giving his hips a hard thurst forward. His knot pressed against the man's opening, not quite going inside of him - but as the Warlock would come to realise now, that knot that had slipped inside of him earlier, the thicker bulb at the base of his cock that had been rubbing against his outer rim this whole time, was much wider now. Bramen bit his lip and let out another low keening sound from the back of his throat, digging his toes into the sheets as well as he continued to push, that thick knot pressing firmly against Dorian's entrance, forcing that ring of muscle wider and wider. With another hard jerk of Bramen's hips, that knot was swallowed up by Dorian's body, his ass stretched wide around it.
Bramen began to pant, still thrusting and rocking his body. He was hardly moving inside of the man but Dorian could still feel him. Every time he rocked, the head of his cock brushed along that bundle of nerves inside of him, repeatedly making direct contact. Yet that already thick bulb at the base of Bramen's cock seemed to be getting wider now, growing bigger inside of him. Every jerk of those hips made that knot pull against Dorian, failing to pull out his body every time. Their bodies were locked together now, Bramen making good on that promise. His knot really was nearly twice the size it had started as, massive and filling the Warlock. He could feel it move and push deeper in, stretching his inner-walls wider as he felt every last inch of that alien cock. The knot seemed to have its own pulse, throbbing hard as Bramen's cock continued to twitch.
Bramen suddenly let out a short cry, mouth moving to bite into Dorian's shoulder as he gave one final thrust - and Dorian could feel the Awoken burst. Bramen's orgasm crashed through him, coming hard inside of Dorian. He kept rocking his hips, letting the man beneath him feel as much as possible, hot seed filling him up. It wasn't a short burst like Dorian's own, no - the Awoken kept coming, that knot pulsing with every stream that came out, filling Dorian up. That knot stayed locked inside of him, tying them together though the man could no doubt feel the come that started to leak out of him, finding ways to seep past that thick and throbbing bulb.
Bramen panted, whimpering as his teeth let go of Dorian's shoulder. Eyes were squeezed shut, not able to see the mark he'd left behind on the man. All he could do was grip the sheets, spurts of blinding pleasure still rocking through him.
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He didn't regret it for a moment.
The knot should have been the strangest but it wasn't. It felt very similar to an anal plug, the wide part stretching him open with just a little hint of pain that made him whimper. It was wider than any toy Dorian had ever taken but he took a few deep breaths and allowed himself to relax. He could take it, he would take it.
When it slipped in fully Dorian let out a soundless moan, his mouth hanging open wide as he felt himself filled like never before. He has had big men, well endowed, but this was entirely new and felt amazing. They were going to have more of this, a lot more because Dorian did not want to give up this feeling.
He pushed an arm underneath himself and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking as he rolled his hips to feel that knot stretch him and pulse inside him. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure flow through him with each pulse and twist.
Then he came his whole body locking down on the knot inside him as he spilled over his hand and sheets. He shudders hard, clenching tightly on him over and over again until his body went limp and pliant. The wet spot was annoying and not the least bit relaxing but he was too exhausted to move.
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And he proceeded to pull the man closer, even though the Awoken's back was at the edge of Dorian's bed now. At least the man was out of the wet spot he'd made. He idly began to stroke Dorian's chest, nuzzling that shoulder a little bit as he tried to come down from it all. "It.. It'll be stuck for a few minutes," he murmured, hoping it would only be a few minutes. Times on his own he'd usually stayed hard and his knot swollen for a few minutes while he calmed down - but he wasn't certain if it would be the same when he was actually inside someone. He kissed Dorian's shoulder, breathing out against him.
"You were incredible... I never thought anything could feel like that."
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He squeezed Bramen's hand then brought it up to his lips to kiss his knuckles. "You were wonderful, a natural talent I think. With a little work to refine your natural gifts you'll be a god in the bedroom."
He was teasing just a little bit. Bramen didn't need any advanced training to make him something special. He already was. Dorian also felt incredibly high off the recent sex. His thoughts could be a bit ridiculous.
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He had sex with Dorian. He had sex with a man, someone he cared for and respected, and it was wonderful. Though there was still something uncertain in his chest about it all, not positive what all of this meant now. He swallowed a bit, trying to push the thoughts out, trying to just focus on the man he held tight.
"I really enjoyed this."
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He never asked for more than one night. His lovers enjoyed themselves for an evening and then Dorian bid them farewell in the morning. It was safer that way. It kept his father from finding them and losing his mind. His father's temper was not enjoyable to experience.
But he didn't want to shove Bramen away and make him go away. He wanted to stay friends with this lovely Awoken.
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"I'd love to - though I think I might need to rest for a little while first..." he said a bit nervously, "You might need a breather too after all this."
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Dorian could use the rest. He was wonderfully sore and satisfied. Sleep would come so easily if he closed his eyes.
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"If you don't mind me spending the night, of course. I don't think I could move after that if I wanted to, though..."
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They were going to get cold and sticky during their nap but Dorian couldn't reach a clean blanket to throw over them. He made sure Bramen's arm was securely around him and he could leech all the warmth he wanted.