Hearts of Darkness, Hearts of Light

Chesta walked once again through the corridors of the fortress, this time seeking out the kitchens. His mind wandered slowly as he walked, bringing a soft smile to his lips. He'd gotten to stay the night in Dilandau's room. And not just stay... He'd been settled down into Dilandau's bed, curled up with him. He heaved a sigh, attempting not to feel all warm and gooey inside.

The smile faltered however, when he turned his thoughts to why he'd been able to stay. He freverently hoped that his Lord had wanted him to stay for more than his kindness. He didn't want to return with the food he was seeking only to find the same cold Dilandau he normally faced.

And since when had he become just Dilandau? If he ever slipped and forgot the title of Lord, he'd surely have a handprint on his cheek. At the very least. Chesta wondered absently if people like Folken had caused Dilandau... Lord Dilandau to turn out as he had. Often cold, moody and brooding...

Chesta's thoughts were cut short as the object of his conjectures and current disgust rounded a corner. Biting his tongue, he kept walking, not quite able to keep from glaring, his eyes flashing fire and venom.

Folken glanced toward the Dragonslayer absently. The young men were no concern of his. They were Dilandau's brats. He paused slightly though when he noticed the glare. He wasn't sure of the boy's name, but if he recalled correctly, this one was one of the more gentle souls, kept more for his abilities than his strength. But if looks could kill, not even ash would be left of the Lord.

He was back early... He must have encountered Dilandau then. Smirking suddenly, Folken spoke as he passed the boy, his voice quiet, but easily heard by the other.

"Do me a favor and give my regards to Dilandau."

For a split second Chesta's eyes snapped wide, hardly believing he'd heard correctly. How dare he... Without a second thought, Chesta spun around, eyes narrowed, all but growling at the larger man, his voice holding no hint of respect.

"Folken..." The name was nothing more than a hiss. "How could you do such a thing to Lord Dilandau?"

With a slightly wider smirk, Folken turned to the younger man, his cape pulled close about his form as it usually was, giving him an impenetrable, cocoonish look. "You forget your place boy. I am your superior. I would suggest you learn a little respect. Dilandau is under my command as well. I'll do as I please with him. And I didn't exactly force the little slut."

The Dragonslayer's eyes narrowed farther. Within seconds his face was bare inches from Folken's, hands clenched at his sides as he tried to keep from strangling the man. His normally gentle, soft voice held a harsh edge, the gleam in his eyes enough to make even Dilandau proud. "Lord Dilandau is a good man. He's gentle. He cares about us. He'd never take us if we didn't want him to. Which is more than I can say for you."

The Lord frowned, catching himself just before flinching back from the sudden movement. It wouldn't do at all to show any sort of weakness in front of the pup. Though the rage emanating from him was quite real... "In case you hadn't noticed, I have things that require my attention. So if you'd be so kind as to get to the point..." Folken knew he was pushing the boy and he thought nothing of it. Until Chesta's blue eyes flashed nearly white.

Chesta saw Folken's eyes widen. Noticed the momentary spark of undisguised fear. He wasn't completely sure what caused it, but as long as it kept his hands off of Dilandau, he didn't care. Bearing clenched teeth, the blonde continued glaring, a strange, almost frightening aura coalescing around him. "The point is... If you touch Lord Dilandau again, I'll make sure you're found dead."

Folken watched the young man for a moment, a grudging respect growing for the blonde. The boy had to know what he was capable of... At the very least the Lord could have the boy removed. One way or another. Yet here he was, challenging him. Threatening him even. It would have been amusing, if Folken weren't trying to continue looking calm. For some reason the boy was a little frightening. Perhaps he took after Dilandau a bit too much.

"You would dare threaten me? I out rank you by far." Chesta only smiled, his lips curling in a less than pleasant way. Folken finally took a step back, attempting to glare at the Dragonslayer.

"I'm not speaking to you as a soldier, Lord Folken." The title rolled easily off Chesta's tongue, dripping with sarcasm. "I'm speaking as one man to another. Don't touch Dilandau again."

Folken allowed himself a small smirk, crossing his arms over his chest, regarding Chesta. "Oh, I see. You like Dilandau. And you want him for yourself. Do you really think you could keep him satisfied? You should know Dilandau's reputation much better than I, and everyone knows. After all, you live with a good half of his other lovers."

"I'll gladly share him with the other Dragonslayers. But I will not share him with you." Chesta finished with a growl, leaning closer to the larger man, closing a little more of the distance between them.

"Feh. Believe what you'd like about your precious Dilandau. He's not worth my time anyway. I should have never dirtied myself with the likes of him." Turning curtly, Folken walked away, following his original path, leaving the young blonde behind without so much as a second glance.

Chesta glared at Folken's retreating back, crossing his arms with a huff. Damn that man... He was aggravating to the extreme... as well as entirely too full of himself. But he left... He left after basically telling Chesta that he'd leave Dilandau alone. With a sudden triumphant grin the blonde turned, continuing his quest for food.

His victory was short lived however, the euphoria slowly overtaken by the realization of what could have happened. By the time Chesta had gathered some fruit and juice for himself and Dilandau and returned to his master's room with it, he was rather pale, his hands shaking ever so slightly.

Entering the room, Chesta moved to the small table next to Dilandau's bed, setting his findings down. Glad that he'd remembered glasses, the Dragonslayer filled them, trying not to spill the liquid, his hands still not being very cooperative.

Hearing Chesta return, Dilandau poked his head out of the blankets, smiling softly. He'd begun to worry about the blonde. It seemed to him that it took much longer than necessary to search out a meal. Though something didn't seem quite right...

"Chesta? Are you alright? You seem... pale."

Forcing a smile, Chesta looked to his Lord. "I'm fine Lord Dilandau. Don't trouble yourself over me. I got some juice and I brought fruit. I figured that would be easier. Less mess as well." He held out an apple and a pear, offering them to Dilandau. "Apple or pear? I think I grabbed an orange as well..."

Reaching out, the silver haired Lord curled his fingers gently around Chesta's wrist, pulling at him, easily tugging him onto the bed. In an uncharacteristic show of affection and worry, Dilandau wrapped his arms around his Dragonslayer, holding him close. "Chesta... I know something's wrong. I will worry about you... You're all I have."

A light flush lit the blonde's cheeks with soft color. He felt suddenly warm... As well as wanted. Unable to keep from snuggling into the Lord, he let out a sigh, hiding his face against Dilandau's chest. "I'm not all you have Lord Dilandau... There are the others."

"But you're the only one I want." The words left the silver haired youth's lips before he even had a chance to think about them. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately... But he didn't regret his words. "Now... What happened?"

Chesta's head snapped up at his superior's words, eyes wide. He was the one Dilandau wanted? Just him. He looked away, both to hide his quivering lower lip and because of the question. "I ran into Folken on the way to the kitchens."

Dilandau's eyes widened then narrowed. He'd strangle Folken himself if he so much as touched Chesta. He could hurt him all he wanted, but when he decided to torment those he cared about... "And? What happened? Did he hurt you?"

Chesta attempted to hide his smile, still rather pleased with himself. "No, he didn't hurt me... He didn't even touch me. I... kinda told him off... And threatened him."

"What?!" Dilandau's eyes nearly bugged out of his head, staring at the younger man. He'd confronted Folken and been able to return? Unscathed?

Hiding his head once again the Dragonslayer continued timidly, his voice slightly muffled. "We talked... Mostly civilly. And he said he wouldn't touch you again and walked away." Chesta closed his eyes, falling silent, waiting to be reprimanded.

"You... He-" Dilandau lapsed into silence, not really sure what to say. Gentle, innocent little Chesta had actually stood up to Folken, defending him... Chewing at his lower lip to keep the tears that suddenly threatened at bay, Dilandau tightened his arms around the blonde. His blonde. "You stood up to Folken for me?"

"Of course I did. He had no right to touch you in the first place. And the comment he made... 'Give Dilandau my regards'." Chesta growled, once again getting caught up in his anger, not even noticing Dilandau's amazed look. "Bastard. He'll regret it if he so much as thinks about touching you again." Glowering, the blonde pressed close to Dilandau, attempting to not squish the fruit he still held.

With a soft sniffle, Dilandau wrapped his arms tightly around Chesta's neck, burying his face against the youth's shoulder, his voice nothing more than a whisper. "Chesta... Do you really care for me so much? Folken could have destroyed you."

The tight embrace caught the Dragonslayer off guard. Blinking his blue eyes, a soft blush colored Chesta's cheeks, leaning his head down to rest it against the silver haired Lord's. "Folken could have done as he pleased with me... As long as he left you alone. I care deeply for you... I always have."

Dilandau squeezed his eyes shut, trying vainly to keep his tears at bay. One slipped free, slowly sliding down his cheek as he raised his head, looking at Chesta. The once cold, uncaring Lord let out a shaky breath as the little blonde kissed the tear away. He leaned in as soon as Chesta had pulled back, capturing his lips heatedly, tasting the bitter, salty tang of his tear, mingled with the blonde's own sweet flavor.

Chesta accepted the kiss eagerly, moaning softly at all of the emotions poured into a gesture Dilandau normally took for granted. Pulling back finally, both participants in need of air, blue eyes met crimson. "D-Dilandau..."

The young Lord's eyes widened, looking at Chesta dumbly for a moment. He watched quietly as the blonde bowed his head, immediately realizing his mistake. When he started to stammer apologies, looking about ready to burst into tears, Dilandau pressed a finger to the other's lips gently, silencing him.

Chesta flinched at the touch, expecting a slap. Just waiting for one really. His eyes snapped up in shock at Dilandau's words however, mouth falling slightly open.

"Say it again..."

Relaxing and gaining a bit of confidence, the young Dragonslayer leaned in, nuzzling his cheek warmly against his Lord's, speaking in a whisper next to his ear. A single word. "Dilandau." Neither could tell if it was the name spoken with such care or Chesta's warm breath ghosting over the Lord's ear that caused Dilandau's shiver.

Letting his eyes close, the silver haired youth nuzzled his face in close to Chesta's neck, sliding his tongue out to taste the soft skin, licking up slowly before he pressed his lips against the spot, claiming the skin, suckling firmly at it. The blonde had unknowingly given him something no one else had even thought to offer. Love, caring, kindness... protection.

Chesta tipped his head to one side, offering Dilandau more room, biting back a little whimper. Managing to keep his hips from arching up into the other youth, the Dragonslayer curled his fingers into Dilandau's silver hair after carelessly dropping the fruit, letting the pieces roll to the floor. He licked his lips before speaking, his voice shaky.

"W-what about breakfast?"

Dilandau didn't answer right away, keeping his hold for several moments, making sure to leave a mark before finally pulling away. Licking over the purpling bruise, the young Lord smirked, opening his eyes to look up at his love.

"I think you'll do quite nicely for breakfast."

Chesta blushed deeply, shivering as his neck was released, trying to hide his face against the pillow while keeping his eyes on Dilandau. "Me? But I went and got fruit... You can't eat me..." He broke off as a devilish smirk crossed Dilandau's face, the silver haired youth disappearing under the sheets just after.

Nimble fingers worked quickly, opening buttons and pushing at folds of material. By the time Chesta dared peek down under the sheets, Dilandau had opened the blonde's shirt and succeeded in removing his pants, shoving them from the bed.

"Dilandau!" The Dragonslayer blushed deeper, shifting slightly, his eyes wide. "What are you doing? You should be careful of your hip. You'll make it bleed. And you should really- Ahh!"

Dilandau looked up smugly, having captured the tip of Chesta's length between his lips. He watched the blonde's eyes roll back as he gave a little suckle, amazed all over again at how responsive his Dragonslayer was.

"Ooh.. Lord Dilandau..." Chesta couldn't believe the change in his Lord... He certainly didn't agree with what Folken had done, but he was glad that Dilandau was showing him more attention. Letting him be closer...

Hearing the title added to his name, the silver haired youth's eyes narrowed. He didn't want to be Lord Dilandau with Chesta... He was becoming too used to hearing his name spoken with softness and affection. Suddenly annoyed that the title existed, he gave Chesta a nip.

Blue eyes snapped open, looking down as a pained whimper escaped. The spot was soothed a moment later by Dilandau's tongue, seemingly apologetic. With a soft moan, Chesta watched the other through half closed eyes.

"Please Chesta... Just my name. I don't want to be your Lord right now. Just your lover."

The blonde's lower lip quivered trying to keep threatening tears back, massaging the scalp under his fingers, drawing a purr from Dilandau. "Do... you really want me?"

Dilandau could only blink, pausing with his mouth open, hovering over Chesta's exposed length, smirking slightly as the shaft twitched at such a tease. "Chesta... Do you even need to ask? I've always wanted you. I wanted you when I chose you to join the Dragonslayers. And I would never want to see you leave."

Taking a deep breath, Chesta looked down at the Lord, holding the crimson gaze with his own deep blue. "But... Do you want just me? Only me?" He dropped his eyes remembering Folken's words. "Would I be enough for you?"

Dilandau watched his Dragonslayer quietly for a moment before leaning down, nuzzling the blonde's hip, once again drawing his gaze, smiling softly up at him. "You're more than enough for me Chesta. You're everything I need. I love you." The confession was quiet, the Lord's eyes warm, watching Chesta.

The tears finally escaped, trickling down the blonde's cheeks, soft sniffles joining them as the words left Dilandau's lips. Words he never thought he'd hear. Sliding a hand down out of the silver hair, he caressed a cheek tenderly, smiling brilliantly through his tears. "I love you too Dilandau..."

The young Lord let a sigh escape him, feeling a weight of sorts leave him. He was loved... By one that he loved. Pressing a kiss to Chesta's hip, he shifted again, inwards to lick once over the still aroused flesh before him. Hearing the soft moan in response to his lick, he grinned, glancing up. He'd make sure Chesta felt nothing but pleasure.

The blonde's eyes rolled back as Dilandau once again captured his length, moving slowly but steadily down his shaft rather than teasing this time. He spread his legs a bit more to let Dilandau settle between them, reveling in the hot pleasure. He knew enough about such things, but Dilandau had never offered that type of pleasure... The Dragonslayers that visited his bed were there more for his pleasure than to share it.

But Chesta was no longer just a Dragonslayer. He was Dilandau's love. The Lord pressed his head closer, going about half way down before rising again, suckling as he did, only to dip down once reaching the tip, starting a gentle rhythm. He took a little more on each down stroke, swirling his tongue tantalizingly, spurred on by Chesta's moans and cries. He'd never given pleasure to another before... But he'd do his damnedest to give Chesta everything his power allowed.

Slender fingers drifted through Dilandau's hair, reveling in the softness of the strands. Chesta had always been afraid of indulging the desire to play with his Lord's silver hair. Though he couldn't dwell on the thoughts for long. The things Dilandau was doing with his tongue threatened to drive him mad. With a shudder, he arched upwards, straining against the hands holding him.

Crimson eyes watched the blonde, fixated. Chesta was breathtaking when consumed by pleasure. Perfectly manicured nails ran over the blonde's hips as Dilandau continued his pace, growling possessively. He'd drive his Dragonslayer over the edge, able to watch for once while not distracted by his own bliss.

Chesta whimpered, his breath coming in short pants. Dilandau's tongue was much too talented for him to last long... Not that he could have anyway, thinking of the silver haired young man all weekend the way he had been. There was only one thing that could increase his pleasure. Sharing it. He'd make it up to his Lord. His love... His thoughts drifted off as the fiery ecstasy overwhelmed him, plunging over the edge with a choked scream.

Dilandau watched in wonder, his eyes never leaving his Dragonslayer's face, a shiver running through him at the expression of absolute bliss. He didn't even mind when Chesta's hands tightened in his hair, pulling slightly. He swallowed as well as he could, not used to the rush of fluid, a dribble ultimately escaping down his chin. Pulling away as Chesta relaxed back onto the bed, Dilandau smiled, slowly moving upwards to settle himself next to the blonde, running a hand over his chest.

Sparkling blue eyes fluttered open lazily, slowly focusing on Dilandau. The hands still tangled in the silver hair pulled gently, bringing the crimson-eyed youth's face closer. Chesta licked at the seed staining Dilandau's face before kissing him softly, purring in complete content as he was snuggled.

Allowing a soft chuckle, Dilandau returned the kiss gently, trying not to wince as Chesta turned to him and wrapped a leg around his hips. Now that he wasn't... otherwise distracted, his wounds were bothering him a bit. Damn Folken...

Chesta cuddled up close to his Lord, nuzzling against him like a kitten who'd just been given a saucer of cream. He froze, however, hearing a slight whimper from Dilandau. Pulling away as quickly as possible without causing more pain, the little blonde looked down, ashamed that he'd forgotten about Dilandau's injuries.

"Dilandau... I'm sorry. I forgot... It won't happen again." Looking up with anxious eyes, he reached out to touch paler youth's cheek lightly, as if he might break. "I didn't hurt you too badly did I?"

Such a sweet, caring soul... Dilandau still couldn't figure out how he hadn't noticed before. It was amazing, in retrospect, that Chesta had survived the Dragonslayer's training to become the warrior he was. Turning his head slightly to press a kiss to the palm of the other youth's hand, Dilandau smiled, reaching out to pull Chesta back against him.

"It's alright Chesta. My hip just aches a little. I know you wouldn't purposely cause me pain."

"Of course I wouldn't." Chesta resettled himself against the nearly flawless form, taking a moment to look it over while doing so. The only blemish that stood out on the smooth skin was the wound at his hip, which would hopefully heal with only faint scars. But, there were more interesting things to look at... Moving his leg forward, Chesta 'accidentally' brushed up against Dilandau's arousal, hiding a little smirk.

Dilandau sucked in a breath, running a hand over Chesta's side, down to his hip to pull him closer. He was suddenly, almost painfully reminded that he'd been alone all week, denied the pleasure he so desperately wished for. But he'd only intended to give Chesta pleasure... To prove that he could do so without pain; to prove Folken wrong. He hissed as the Dragonslayer's leg moved once again, seemingly innocently, but nearly driving him mad. The silver haired youth blinked as soft hands pressed against his chest, pushing gently yet firmly to roll him onto his back.

Making sure to be as careful as possible, Chesta straddled Dilandau's hips, smiling down at him. "It's not fair for you to make me feel so good yet suffer... But with your wounds, you shouldn't move much. So..." The blonde grinned mischievously, an expression rivaling those of Dilandau when he was set on getting his way. "I'll do the work." He rocked his hips up against those of his Lord to accentuate his words.

A gasp answered the movement, both of Dilandau's hands moving to Chesta's hips, gripping them tightly. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head, trying to focus on other youth atop him. It was a new position for Dilandau, being on the bottom... willingly.

"Nn... Chesta, I really can't handle any temptation right now... I'd only planned on giving you pleasure-"

Chesta grinned as Dilandau broke off, tipping his head back and arching upwards slightly as the blonde leaned forward, consequently rubbing up against him. Dipping his head lower, Chesta nibbled at Dilandau's chest gently, making full use of his chance to explore the body he'd admired, but not had much chance to touch for so long.

"I'm not teasing... I'm offering. I want to give you the same pleasure you gave me. I've thought of nothing else all week..." Chesta spoke between licks and nips, rocking his hips sensually now and then as well.

Dilandau shuddered, letting out a low groan. It wasn't worth it, trying to resist Chesta's attention. Not that he wanted to... If he wasn't sure that he'd hardly be able to move later, he'd already have them flipped and would be screwing Chesta's brains out. Narrowing his eyes, he growled, thrusting up against the rocking hips.

"Chesta please... I can't take it anymore..." He pulled slightly at the other youth's hips, a whining note sneaking into his voice, only helping to further amuse the blonde. "If you're going to do something, then do it. I've been horny as hell all fucking week. I'm going to explode..."

"Not until you're in me." Chesta smirked, reaching over to the small table next to Dilandau's bed, opening the drawer to pull out the little vial of oil kept there. He pulled off the top, smiling as the sweet smell filled the room. The scent of fresh flowers and spring rain that Dilandau was so fond of. The blonde Dragonslayer poured a little of the fragrant oil into his palm before setting the vial back on the table, warming the liquid between his hands.

Crimson eyes watched Chesta, dropping down to watch his hands as they rubbed together. Dilandau lay in a seeming daze as the youth straddling him lowered his hands. He would have watched them longer, if he hadn't lost control over his eyes, the lust clouded orbs rolling back. He whimpered as the warmed oil was rubbed over his aching shaft in slow strokes. It was all he could do to keep control of himself under such tender fondling.

The blue-eyed youth made sure to thoroughly, and a bit teasingly, coat his lover's length. Dilandau so enjoyed teasing after all... Though his moan of frustration seemed to indicate otherwise. Shifting, Chesta positioned himself over his Lord, making sure he was aligned properly before pressing down, taking Dilandau with little trouble. He was well used to his size, though there was always the initial discomfort to overcome.

Dilandau hissed, arching off of the bed while trying to keep his hips still. Which was nearly impossible... He groaned when Chesta stopped moving, finding himself completely surrounded by the familiar heat of his lover. He didn't want to hurt Chesta... But if it caused him pain, he wouldn't be taking him so willingly, would he?

"Oh... Gods I've missed you Chesta..."

Chesta smirked, taking a moment to settle himself, leaning forwards to brace his hands on either side of Dilandau's chest, against the bed. Meeting and holding the other youth's gaze, the blond rocked forwards, lifting himself along Dilandau's length, then rocking back, moving in a torturously slow pace, licking his lips suggestively. "Mmm... Dilandau- I missed you too."

The silver haired Lord tipped his head back, groaning through gritted teeth, his fingers clenching at Chesta's hips. His eyes never left the blue of his lover however, the crimson deep, smoldering with need.

"Chesta, please... Faster... You're driving me insane." He whimpered, biting his lower lip, trying to keep his hips from arching up. The point of Chesta being on top was to keep him from moving.

The Dragonslayer shivered, suddenly understanding Dilandau's fixation with control. He felt powerful, being the one to be asked for more, the one who could provide what his Lord needed. The only one. With a shaky moan, Chesta gave Dilandau what he wanted, moving faster, growling as he found the correct angle, shuddering with molten pleasure as Dilandau's length grazed his prostate. He was coming to like the seeming power he had over the other youth.

Dilandau arched sharply, crying out. Somehow Chesta always seemed to push him father and faster than any other was able. But at the moment, he could have cared less. He ached for release, burned for peace from the nagging his body was subjecting him to. The young Lord panted raggedly, watching Chesta as he moved, taken aback, but quite enjoying the change in him.

"Ah~ Chesta! F-fuck... Don't stop..."

Chesta tipped his head back, little mewls and moans escaping him with every movement. His reawakened erection only added to the hazy pleasure. He watched the other youth through slitted eyes, increasing the force of is movements, shuddering deliciously. He loved the look of Dilandau, shrouded in pleasure, whimpering, wonderfully responsive to his slightest shift. But with the long awaited pleasure and the added spice of his new 'power', he wasn't going to last much longer. With a small smile, the blonde leaned down while grinding against his lover, shifting until his lips were mere inches from his ear, speaking in a husky, seductive voice.

"Come for me Dilandau."

Crimson eyes watched Chesta, the lean form moving atop him, undulating while pushing him ever closer to the edge. Dilandau tensed, trying to hold on just a little longer. To postpone the end as much as possible. That was until Chesta spoke to him, using words he himself had used in the past. Arching sharply, the young Lord fell into mind numbing pleasure, a scream passing his lips. He vaguely registered a second scream as Chesta followed him into bliss.

It took a few moments for Dilandau to come back to himself, for his vision to clear from the white that had overtaken it. He slowly realized that Chesta was still seated on him, head bowed and panting. His own breathing was coming in pants he found, nearly sobbing gasps, fresh tears sliding down his cheeks. Why though? The question perplexed him. Why should he be crying after having nearly the best orgasm of his life? 'Because it was given.' His mind supplied the answer. Chesta had willing shared it with him, not begged for release as Dilandau held him down.

With a sniffle and a shiver, the silver haired youth pulled Chesta down to hold him as close as he could manage, his body still trembling slightly.

The blonde blinked hazily, finding himself pressed tightly to his lover. Not that he minded of course... Looking to Dilandau's face, he chewed at his lower lip. Lifting a hand, he gently wiped away the tears, leaning in to kiss over the paths they'd taken. "It's alright Dilandau... Please don't cry. I didn't hurt you did I?" He continued trying to sooth the other boy, giving gentle nuzzles and light caresses.

Dilandau nearly laughed, and may have if he weren't still sniffling. Curling his arms around his little blonde, he turned his head to nuzzle at his neck, all the while clinging as if his life, and perhaps his sanity, depended on it. "It didn't hurt Chesta. Far from it. It was... it was-" He struggled for a word, a small smile flickering across his lips. "Perfect. Thank you..." He caught Chesta's lips in a loving kiss, his body stilling, his tears fading.

The blue-eyed youth blushed faintly but smiled brightly, settling against Dilandau's chest, nuzzling his head in against him. He whined softly when Dilandau's length finally softened enough to slip free of him, instantly missing the intimate contact. Reaching down, he groped for the blanket, dragging it up their forms, pressing a kiss to the young Lord's collarbone. "I love you Dilandau... I'd give you everything. I want you to be happy."

Crimson eyes sliding closed, Dilandau stroked a hand over his lover's back, smiling softly. "I love you too Chesta... Don't ever leave me. I don't want to be alone anymore." He chuckled ever so softly when the blonde purred, kissing at his jaw before relaxing back onto the bed.

"I'll always be here for you Dilandau. I promise."

With a small nod, Dilandau let sleep begin to claim him, tucking himself firmly against his lover, his words slowly fading off as his body gave up consciousness, followed closely by the blue eyed Dragonslayer. "Rest Chesta. When everyone gets back, we're going dragon hunting..."