13 comments/ 66970 views/ 50 favorites Sun Bird By: funky_quill Sun Bird He felt a hand on his arm, and startled, he dropped the crate he was carrying. He turned swiftly to see that the hand belonged to a tall elf who it seemed, had appeared out of thin air. "Excuse me, Arsha? I wonder if I may have a moment of your time." The elf wore a lazy crooked smile. He raised a long black eyebrow and looked down at the now scattered documents that had spilled completely from the crate Arsha had dropped. "Uh…Sorry if I startled you." Arsha took a deep, calming breath and then he immediately bent to retrieve the scattered documents before the wind could take them. "Oh don't worry. I was miles away, my fault. What can I do for you?" The elf bent over to help. He impatiently tucked a wayward lock of ink black hair from his chiselled features that had fallen from the loose tie that held his hair back from his face. His strong jaw worked a few times as though to speak, but no words came. He fidgeted self consciously with the loose laces of his black shirt that criss-crossed over the smooth chest. It flounced loosely over the waist of his tight black pants which were tucked into boots that buckled above his knees and around his muscular thighs. Arsha couldn't help but notice the elf's torso was exquisitely defined like that of a fighter. From the reaction it caused in his crotch, he couldn't help but think that he had been out in the woods for far too long, too. He dropped his chin to his chest to both tear his eyes away from the enticing expanse of flesh as well as to hide the grin that was beginning to form on his lips. It seemed that Arsha's reputation as a good listener had preceded him and the elf before him was the same as just about every other man or woman who had approached him over the past week. Embarrassment flushed their cheeks and their words died on their lips at the thought of actually giving voice to whatever it was that laid so heavily on their consciences that they felt the need to seek him out. It wasn't that Arsha minded being a sounding board, usually, but it sometimes frustrated him that he was constantly approached. He raised his eyebrows and nodded encouragingly, silently urging the elf to continue. "What's your name?" "Ba'ith. Uh look, to be honest, I don't feel …that is, I'd rather speak with you privately, if I could." His eyes flared slightly with embarrassment and they settled on a point just behind Arsha. Suddenly he darted with the natural speed and agility of a thief to catch a document that was about to be carried off by the breeze. After placing the shard into the crate, he swept his thick, rebellious hair back from his face with two hands and laced his fingers behind his thick neck. Arsha stiffened imperceptibly, recognising the unusual name of the assassin Buach had asked him to watch over. He took a few inconspicuous but nervous steps to the side so that he would remain facing the elf. No you don't bucko. You'll have to try harder than that to get behind me for a silent attack. I don't care how entirely 'drool worthy' you are. He blinked, surprised at his internal dialogue. Drool worthy? I've been spending too much time with Neika. Ba'ith's muscular arms bunched over his broad shoulders that in turn loomed over his thick chest and tapered down to slim hips. The pose he held showcased his triangular, well proportioned physique perfectly and naturally drew Arsha's eyes downward. The healer shifted uncomfortably. If I didn't know better, I'd suspect that you are deliberately trying to turn me on. Almost on cue, the same scent of stale magic that he had detected on Buach assaulted Arsha's nostrils. He was almost grateful for the part that the disgusting smell played in drawing his attention from the assassin's superb body and left him in no doubt that his boy had found him. Heh, I wonder what you look like under the disguise, probably as ugly as a red headed step child. "I hate to trouble you but is there somewhere we can go?" Ba'ith threw him a lazy, crooked smile that positively oozed a promise of raw, sweaty, primal sex. "Somewhere a little more private?" Arsha held a loose fist in front of his lips and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Is he actually hitting on me? "Oh…um. Well, I'm afraid that I have a rather hard task master at the moment and if I leave my duties here at the Spire he will come looking for me, if you know what I mean." Ba'ith's brow furrowed solemnly and he dropped his arms, immediately shedding the image he had projected of being some ancient and carnal god of lust. "In that case, can I meet with you later?" Arsha shook his head with an equal mix of genuine regret that Ba'ith obviously wasn't going to push the point, and confusingly, with profound relief that he wasn't. "I would but I'm afraid that I can't. I really do have a lot of work to finish and I'm eager to complete it so that I can return to the Northern front." The assassin's disheartened face dropped and he heaved a shuddering breath. "It's kind of urgent...at least, it is to me anyway." Arsha balked. His first instinct was to refuse but he didn't for two reasons. First, he couldn't think of anything plausible to use as an excuse. He wasn't in the habit of making them or even lying in general and the 'hard taskmaster' he had referred to was about the most inspired he ever got. Secondly, he felt obliged to hear the disguised assassin out. Buach had specifically asked him to keep watch over Ba'ith and his distress did seem genuine, when he wasn't imitating a sex god, that is. He smiled at the assassin. "All right then. I'll be finished here at sunset, where shall we meet?" "I'll come for you." Ba'ith's voice was smooth and confident. Unsettlingly, it bore no trace of his previous discomfort and neither did the victorious flash that flared in the dark core of his eyes. Fuck, I think I've just been played. Arsha stifled a foreboding shudder and forced a smile. He unceremoniously squashed the document fragments that he held crushed in his fist, back into the wooden crate and hefted it into his arms. "Let me help you with that." Ba'ith darted forward smoothly and without waiting for permission, took the crate from the healer. "Er…My thanks…" Arsha's eyebrows lifted slightly with surprise. "I can manage it though, I've lifted far heavier things than that…" His breath caught abruptly when he couldn't help but notice the way that the assassin's muscles bulged beneath the thin black silk of his shirt, leaving it straining at the seams. I hadn't realised the crate was 'that' heavy! Ba'ith slid the crate slowly, deliberately on top of the other crates that Arsha had already stacked into a pile that stood higher than either of their heads. He threw a loose smile over his shoulder that only added to his raw, rugged good looks. "It's the least I can do." The assassin prowled intimately close to Arsha with a liquid, feline grace that made no sound. No wonder I didn't hear him approach. Arsha had to suck his top lip to stop himself from reacting instinctively but instead of feeling the urge to 'fight or flight'; it was 'frott or fuck'. Ba'ith angled his head down until his mouth was so close to the smaller elf's face that if Arsha had lifted his chin even slightly, their lips would have touched. "If there is anything else I can do for you… or anything you want…don't hesitate to ask." Arsha found himself embraced by the smell of soap and something distinctly male that rose headily on the waves of heat that Ba'ith seemed to radiate, almost drowning the repulsive smell of sour magic that powered his disguise. The assassin's slow drawl was like crushed velvet and incense and it washed over his highly sensitive ears like a heavy, fragrant smoke. The disturbingly arousing sensation developed into a physical shiver when Ba'ith's breath followed hot and wet straight after that sent a lightning bolt of tingling arousal straight to Arsha's cock. Thank fuck I don't wear my robes skin tight like Neika does. He wanted to step back but he found that he couldn't move. It was as though he was paralysed, caught like a small, nocturnal animal in the glare of bright lights. He licked his lips nervously, and arranged an unnaturally bright expression on his face. "Uh, will do." Fuck! I can't believe that I actually SQUEEKED. Ba'ith snorted a soft exhalation of hot breath that washed sensually over Arsha's face and left him in no doubt that the assassin knew exactly how much he had affected him. Arsha winced and gritted his teeth. He could feel a headache coming on, in both his heads. "I'll see you at sundown then." Ba'ith mercifully took a few backward steps. His lazy smile had turned distinctly predatory. Arsha nodded quickly and stifled a groan at the fact that he just knew he was wearing that same, fake, over bright expression that screamed how out of his depth he was. He felt like a bird with a broken wing that was being circled by an elite land shark. He watched the assassin swagger away and when at last he was out of sight, he buried his face in his hands, horrified that Ba'ith had so easily reduced him to little more than a giggling novice. A little voice inside his mind screamed that Ba'ith was going to mess with his head something chronic, and with a sinking feeling, Arsha admitted that he couldn't have agreed more. Now I'm answering the voices in my mind? The first sign of madness, it's started already. Sun Bird To the owner's sputtering fury, Arsha didn't dismount to pass through the establishment. He just spurred his mare harder and ran right through the middle. Patrons leapt out of the way to avoid being trampled but Arsha didn't care. They were elves for the love of chocolate! Naturally agile and fast of reflex, they could get out of the way in time. And besides, he had a race to win and more importantly, he had an upstart assassin to deal with who seriously needed to be taken down a few notches! "Sorry, oops, sorry about that! Look out! Just passing through!" Arsha was laughing hard by the time he finished negotiating the eatery. He saw the inn directly on the other side of the round pool and water fountain that held the centre of the small, immaculately groomed park. He didn't head straight for it though. He wanted to gloat over his victory so he turned to face the arch that Ba'ith would have to pass through to enter the area. He wanted the assassin to see him laughing victoriously and more importantly, wanted him to see that he had reach their destination first and know without a doubt that his arse had been officially kicked. The look of disbelief on Ba'ith's smug face when he realised he had lost a simple race to a 'simple' healer would be priceless. Arsha was so engrossed with his anticipated victorious revenge that he didn't even register the smell of stale magic when it wafted to his nose. He wouldn't have had time to do anything about it though, even if he had. He was pummelled from the back of his mount so suddenly and forcefully that it was as though a cannon ball had been shot at him from point blank range. He was sent flying through the air with the 'cannon ball' wrapped firmly around his body until he hit the water in the pool with a loud splash. He barely knew what happened since it had all passed so quickly. All he knew was that he was sinking to the bottom of the pool, fast, with no idea as to who or what was pulling him down. He began to struggle, fighting to hold back the panic that tried to overwhelm him as surely as the thing clinging to him was. He felt the grip it had around his waist loosen slightly and he tried to thrash out of its hold but it was too strong and hauled him back again. His lungs screamed painfully from lack of air and he could feel his eyes beginning to bulge. The body that was restraining him began to swim powerfully toward the surface, hauling him along with it. He gasped explosively once he could feel air against his skin instead of water and then he was thrown roughly onto the side of the pool. He laid for a few moments, spluttering and coughing out the water he had inhaled. Suddenly, he was slammed onto his back. His eyes widened when he saw that a dagger was pressed to his throat. It dripped with poisons and enchants - a typical rogue's weapon. But Arsha didn't need to see the dagger to know who held it and was straddling him. The point pressed into his vulnerable flesh and lifted his chin to expose his neck. He raised his eyes slowly and they held a fierce promise of pain when at last they met with Ba'ith's own, remorseless gaze. "You'll only get one chance to use that dagger on me rogue. For your sake you had better not miss." "I never miss." Ba'ith growled and fisted Arsha's long golden hair, pulling it back so hard that the elf's neck arched to breaking point. Sun Bird "Fine." Ba'ith let his ignored hand drop to his side. His expression was dark and unreadable. "You had something rather urgent to discuss…I seem to remember…" Arsha rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably and avoided looking at the assassin. He could feel his cheeks beginning to flame hotly as blood rushed to them. "Yep." Way to go Arsha, you've reduced him to one word answers. Little wonder you've never had a fuck. Arsha dropped his hand helplessly to his side. Like the troubled elves who sought him out, his brow furrowed and his jaw worked but no words would come. He just didn't seem to be able to speak past the lump in his throat. "You look like you could use a drink." Ba'ith's lips curled in a small smile. He cupped Arsha's elbow in the warm palm of his hand and guided him into the dim smoky depths past the doorway. "Funny, isn't it? Only moments ago this threshold was like some holy relic and we would have sold our souls to reach it first. Now it's just a doorway." Arsha risked a furtive glance at the assassin. Ba'ith snorted. "Wait here." He walked over to a long low couch covered in gaudy, vibrant purple velvet and gilt with gold leaf which held pride of place against the indigo wall near a roaring hearth. It was the kind that had only one backrest, designed to be reclined and snoozed upon, rather than sat on. To reach it, the assassin had to force his way through the sheer magenta 'privacy' curtains. "Doesn't look like these curtains would hide much." "Perhaps they aren't meant to." Arsha smiled, relieved for the small talk. "This is the decadent capital of the known world." Ba'ith hauled the heavy piece of furniture before the fire and then he sprawled over it, his broad back leaned against the head board, one thick but well shaped leg stretched along the length of the seat. The other was bent, his foot rested on the floor and rolled so that his knee swayed alluringly from side to side. Arsha couldn't help notice the massive bulge under the assassin's low-riding leather pants and he looked away quickly, scanning the area for another seat. "Here." Ba'ith patted his thighs, indicating for Arsha to sit between his splayed legs. "Uh…I don't think that's a good idea…" Arsha furrowed his brow and looked down at his fingers which were twisting uncomfortably. From the corner of his eyes he saw Ba'ith sit up and swing his leg from the couch until both his feet were planted on the floor. "Sit." Ba'ith rested his elbows on his knees and let his hands hang loosely between them. "My thanks." Arsha sat down and glued his eyes on the roaring fire in front of them. A petite elf with big red hair slinked over until she could stand before them with the trade mark bored air that defined the females of her race. "What can I get you?" "Rum. Two." Ba'ith looked her up and down absently. "Oh. I don't drink hard liquor." Arsha looked apologetically between the two. "I'll have milk." "Make the healer's rum a double." Ba'ith raised a challenging eyebrow at Arsha but he didn't respond. He was too confused and floundering to bother rising to meet it. The woman snorted, a faintly amused smile curled her lips. "Hookah?" "Yep." Ba'ith flopped impatiently onto his side against the velvet backrest of the couch. "One hose or two?" The woman shifted her weight onto her other leg and gave a bored sigh. "I don't smoke either." Arsha blushed. "One." Ba'ith focused his heavy gaze on Arsha and watched, fascinated as his colour darken even more. Without a word the woman slinked away. Even though she had acted bored the service she offered was fast and within moments she returned with their drinks and the hookah. She carried them on a small three legged table that in another life would have passed for a footstool. "Double is on the left." "My thanks." Arsha leaned forward and took the drink on the right. Ba'ith reached over smoothly for the glass Arsha had chosen. "She said left." "I know. Look, I don't drink. One shot will be bad enough." Arsha gripped his rum tightly with both hands. He half expected that the competitive assassin would insist but he didn't. He just reached for the other glass and shifted until he could lean squarely against the back rest. He pulled one leg onto the seat between them and tucked his booted foot beneath his other knee. Arsha sipped the liquor and winced. "Whoa! That's rough. So uh, what did you want to talk to me about?" Ba'ith took a deep draught from his own glass and settled his heavy, disconcerting gaze on Arsha. He didn't respond for a few long uncomfortable moments and it took a conscious effort for the healer not to shift nervously under the weight of his stare. "Would you hate me if I told you I didn't have anything I wanted to discuss and just used it as an excuse to approach you?" Arsha blinked and took a quick swig of his drink. The liquor burned its way down his throat and made him cough. "Uh." He rubbed his eye. "Well, no, I wouldn't hate you. But I would ask why?" Ba'ith's brows furrowed as he took a long leisurely suck on the mouth piece of the 'hookah'. His cheeks hollowed slightly and when he pulled his mouth off the end of the long flexible hose, he threw Arsha a sultry look through the sweet smelling blue-grey smoke that floated from his mouth and nostrils. He offered the mouth piece to the priest. "Oh no, my thanks. Don't smoke, remember?" Arsha held up a hand briefly and gave a small shake of his head which was beginning to spin a little from the alcohol. Ba'ith leaned forward and held the hose toward him again. "It will settle your nerves. I think we could both do with a little social lubricant." Arsha's eyes shot to meet the assassin's. "You are nervous?" "Not really nervous. I just don't usually have to work this hard to win someone over." Ba'ith's eyes slid hungrily over the blushing healer from his head to his toes. Arsha blinked in surprise. "Uh, I think I will have a puff on that thing, after all." He snatched the hose greedily from Ba'ith's hand and sucked on it. He could taste Ba'ith on the mouthpiece. Ba'ith smiled and lifted his leg smoothly. He bent it so that he could rest his foot on the couch just behind Arsha's arse and then he leaned forward until he could curl his elbow around his knee. He was so close that Arsha could feel the heat that the assassin radiated. It warmed his chilled, wet body and his senses were flooded with the smell of soap and man. He took another frantic puff on the hookah and then his brow furrowed with disappointment to see that his glass was empty. "About before… I didn't mean to hurt you. I can get a little competitive." Ba'ith reached out and traced his finger along the fine line on Arsha's throat where he had scratched him with his dagger, just enough for the slowing poison to enter his blood stream. A little? That's the understatement of the millennia! "What? Oh, the poison? Don't worry about it. It was only a nick. It's all fun and games." Arsha smiled brightly and waved a hand dismissively. "I didn't mean to frighten you either. I'm uh…" Ba'ith cleared his throat softly. Arsha looked at the assassin. He was clearly uncomfortable at the thought of saying 'sorry' so the kind healer cut him off with a light shrug. "You didn't frighten me. I'm a veteran. I deal with you shady assassin bastards all the time on the field." Arsha looked down and saw that he held a full glass again. "How did that get there? Last I looked it was empty." "Good service." Ba'ith winked and gave a lazy, relieved smile that the uncomfortable moment had passed. He waited until Arsha looked away and then he nodded over his shoulder again to the barmaid. "What would you say if I told you I have been watching you all week?" Arsha's chin jerked back slightly and his eyes flared. "Uh…" He swallowed the contents of his glass in one huge gulp and reached for the hookah again. The blue-grey smoke wafted from his mouth and rose like a transparent curtain in between them. Arsha half giggled, half chuckled. "I'd say that it's perfectly understandable." "You would?" Ba'ith raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I would. After all, you are only human! BAHA!" Arsha burst out laughing at the guilty expression on the assassin's face and then he took pity on him again. "Only joking!" He turned to look over his shoulder and scanned the room. "Barmaid! My glass is empty!" "You probably shouldn't have another one Arsha." Ba'ith chuckled and curled his fist loosely in front of his lips, watching him. "What? Don't be ridiculous! Of course I should have another one." The words died slowly on Arsha's lips when Ba'ith reached out a hand and cupped the side of his neck. He swallowed hard. "It's…about time…I let my hair down…" The assassin didn't answer. Indeed it looked as though he hadn't heard him. He was too busy watching his thumb slide gently over Arsha's delicate jaw. "Your skin is so smooth." Arsha melted into the warm calloused palm. He closed his eyes and his head began to spin ruthlessly. He flicked his eyes open again to see if that would stop it but it didn't help. If anything, it made it worse because his vision was blurred and he didn't seem to be able to focus on anything. "I uh, think I need some fresh air rather urgently." His stomach was churning and he felt as though he was going to heave. Ba'ith sat up immediately and hauled Arsha to his feet. "Ah yeah. You're looking a little green there, soldier." Arsha stumbled against the assassin's broad chest. Standing so quickly had made him dizzier and suddenly he felt himself hoisted into the air. He managed to focus and saw that Ba'ith held him perched in his arms. "Gods I'm gonna puke…" He gave a wet hiccup that was a warning of things to come. Ba'ith laughed. "Hold on until we get outside and then you can let it rip, baby." Arsha was mortified and he guessed he was drunk. "You are such a bad influence on me." The assassin just broadened his smile and when the cold night air hit them as he was carried over the threshold, Arsha felt his head clear a little. "Put me down. I can walk." "Shhh." Ba'ith continued to carry him and Arsha saw that they were heading toward the pass that would take them to city's roughest quarter. "Take me home. I'm of no use to man or beast like this." Arsha draped his arms over Ba'ith's broad shoulders and let his head fall against his thick neck. "I don't know where you live." Ba'ith smiled predatorily. Arsha lifted his head and glared suspiciously at him. "You said you have been watching me all week." Ba'ith looked at him sharply. "I have but I not creepy enough to watch you through your windows… what do you think I am?" "You don't have to look through my windows to see where I live. Put me down. I'm fine now. Walking will probably do me good." Arsha tried to shrug himself out of Ba'ith's hold but the assassin didn't put him down. Ba'ith entered a seedy inn and raced Arsha effortlessly up a tall flight of stairs at the back of the room, two steps at a time. It was as though he wasn't even carrying a full grown elf. He set Arsha on his feet at the top but kept a steadying arm around his waist while he picked the lock of a door with his thief's tool. "Where are we?" Arsha glanced around trying to get his bearings. "What are we doing here? This isn't where I live." "We are at my rooms." "Ohhhh that's right! You are a dastardly rogue and all that. No need for keys when you can break in, eh?" Arsha chuckled and then he raised a wary eyebrow. "Why are we here?" "Because I don't know where you live." Ba'ith smiled. "And you are delightfully drunk. I doubt you will be able to find your way home." "I hope you don't think you can take advantage of me. I happen to be able to fight like a thrashing machine and I will smite your arse with holy fire!" Arsha raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly as though he had just told a child that he was going to buy him an ice-cream. Their clothes weren't dripping anymore but they were still wet and soggy. His bright smile faded slowly and his eyes seemed to zero in on Ba'ith's slightly parted lips. All of a sudden, the row of straight white teeth behind them became mind bogglingly fascinating. Arsha felt as though he was in a trance. Ba'ith hauled him tighter against his chest and slipped his hands into the elf's shimmering mass of gold locks. Arsha could feel the assassin shuddering against him. "You're cold. Let's get you out of these clothes." He growled and fisted the open 'v' of Ba'ith's shirt roughly tearing the black silk apart until he could pull it back over the assassin's shoulders in one strong, feral movement until all that shivering muscle, thick neck and twitching flesh was revealed. Unable to resist, Arsha stood on the tips of his toes and sucked on one of the prominent corded ridges. Ba'ith groaned a heavy exhalation of breath and slid his hands down over Arsha's slender back until he could cup the round cheeks of his arse in his massive hands. They fitted perfectly and he squeezed them gently. He nuzzled the elf's cheek until he turned his face. Blindly, each sought out the other's soft lips and Arsha curled his arms around the thick neck he had just been having so much fun with. Ba'ith curled his strong hands around the back of the elf's athletic thighs, lifted him and pulled his legs apart, encouraging him to wrap them around his thick waist. Then he carried him into the dark rooms and kicked the door closed behind them. Arsha tried to pull himself higher onto the assassin's chest so that he could ravage his delicious mouth more deeply but a small voice in his head told him to slow down. Arsha told it to piss off and come back when it was sober. Sun Bird Arsha giggled. "You look surprised at that revelation." Ba'ith licked his lips. "I am." "Are you just trying to let me down nicely?" Arsha tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Wait. Have your beer goggles worn off and now you think I'm ugly?" "No…fuck. No." Ba'ith stroked the elf's smooth cheeks with his thumbs. "You are too beautiful and I am not even slightly drunk. You turn me on… fuck… you make me want to climb walls." "Prove it." Arsha grinned and raised a challenging eyebrow. Ba'ith snorted and released his face. "Ok." He grabbed Arsha's hand by the wrist and pressed it against his leather clad bulge. "The cock never lies." He winked. Arsha didn't see it though. His entire consciousness had descended into his palm and was wrapped around the elongated bulge between Ba'ith's legs. "Oh my…" He dragged his palm firmly along its length. The assassin groaned and shuddered and surprised, Arsha looked at him sharply. Ba'ith gave him a lazy half smile. "If you keep doing that I won't be responsible for my actions." Arsha smiled and wrinkled his nose delightfully. He stroked Ba'ith's leather clad cock again and watched his face. The assassin's eyes rolled shut and his head hung back slightly on his thick neck. "I have never seen anything as beautiful as that in my life." Arsha was finally serious and his jaw sagged a little. "As what?" Ba'ith hissed and his head rolled forward. He gripped Arsha's shoulders almost painfully. "As seeing your neck arch above me. And all because I did this." Arsha rubbed Ba'ith's cock firmly, luxuriously slowly again and the assassin gritted his teeth. Arsha slid his other hand over the shuddering muscles of the assassin's torso and dropped his lips against the hollow at the base of his throat. He felt Ba'ith's groan vibrate against his mouth and he let the sounds guide his hands. "Arsha. Stop. Please." Ba'ith pressed his forehead against Arsha's. "Why? I want to see it." Arsha nuzzled the assassin's throat. Ba'ith growled and his eyes blazed hungrily. "You've asked for it." Arsha gasped as he was swept into Ba'ith's massive arms and then dropped unceremoniously onto the bed. He tried to sit up but the assassin pinned him under his arm and crushed his mouth under a brutal, devouring kiss. Ba'ith fumbled briefly with his leathers and suddenly he pulled away and rose to sit on his feet. His thick thighs were parted but even more delicious, was the straining, granite hard shaft of rigid man meat between them. Arsha's jaw gaped in surprise and taking that as an invitation, Ba'ith cupped the back of the elf's skull. "Take me in your mouth, Arsha." The elf reached for his cock. It was silky smooth and rigged underneath with blood engorged veins and glands. He closed his fist around it and tugged it firmly. The shaft was a deep peach and the flared head was a ruddy, twitching, flared lollipop of drooling goodness. Unable to resist any longer, Arsha opened wide and sucked it into his mouth. Ba'ith moaned and rolled his hips, stroking himself with Arsha's hand. The elf looked up inquiringly at him around a mouthful of cock. "Fuck…Arsha… your mouth is so good." Encouraged, Arsha opened his jaws wide and sucked more of the pulsing flesh into his mouth. It was hard and hot. He licked under the flared lip and dipped the tip of his tongue into the seeping eye. The taste of the assassin's cum was like ambrosia. His nostrils filled with Ba'ith's musky male scent and he took him deeper until he gagged. Ba'ith groaned and gave a pained smile. He pulled back slightly. "Easy baby." He stroked Arsha's soft cheek with the back of his fingers. "Suck it in as deep as is comfortable." He pulled one of the elf's soft hands to his mouth and slicked it with his tongue. "Stroke the rest with your hand." Arsha shuffled forward a bit so that he could use both of his hands. He grasped Ba'ith's cock with the wet one and sucked the head into his mouth again. He looked at the assassin and shot his other hand up so that he could lick it as well. Ba'ith seized Arsha's slender forearm with both of his hands and tongue kissed his palm ravenously, coating it with saliva. He sucked one of the long slender digits into his mouth and Arsha moaned around the end of his dick. The elf's voice vibrated against the sensitive flesh and it sent a tingle straight to his balls. "Oh fuck yeah baby….Gods…your mouth!" He rolled his hips back and forth, pumping his cock into the elf's hand and mouth. Arsha pulled his hand away from the assassin and slid it under his leathers until he could cup the heavy sac that hung hidden within. He gave them a squeeze and rolled them around in his palm. His own cock had been hard all night but as the symphony of Ba'ith's moans and grunts of pleasure flowed over his ears, it twitched and was straining at the cloth pants he wore under his robes. It was as though the assassin's cock was some erotic wind instrument and the harder the elf blew it, the more music Ba'ith made. Even the sensation of Ba'ith's heavy hand on the back of his head, pushing him down was blowing Arsha's mind. "Swing your arse around baby." Ba'ith groaned. "Let me touch you." Arsha shuffled his hips until he was lying sideways. His hands never missed a stroke or his lips a beat while he worked Ba'ith's juicy cock. "Fuck. That's so good Arsha. Fuck…Gods! You are beautiful." Ba'ith bent down and slid his hand under Arsha's robes until he could touch his calf muscle. He slid his warm palm up the elf's slender, shapely legs, slightly frustrated that he was wearing tight healer's leggings. He squeezed his thigh. "Spread your legs baby, I want to touch your pussy." Arsha's eyes flared wide and he tried to pull his mouth off Ba'ith's cock but the assassin's hand was holding his head still. He released the suction and tried to speak but it was a bit hard when his mouth was full of man meat. "What the fuck?" Ba'ith pulled the hand he had cupped around Arsha's now flagging erection and shot from the bed. He held his hands up on either side of his slowly shaking head. "No fucking way! What. The. Fuck." His lips peeled back from his teeth savagely. "You are a fucking man?" "You didn't know?" Arsha's jaw hung wide with disbelief. "How could you not know?" Ba'ith threw his head back and began to pace to and fro. He covered his face with his hands and dragged them slowly down and when his eyes met Arsha's, they were bleeding with pure, white hot rage. "Oh get fucked. You don't think I tricked you deliberately, do you?" Arsha leapt from the bed, his own anger rising. "How could you not know I was a man? I'm clearly not like a petite elfin woman!" Ba'ith hissed and took a few furious paces forward. "Yes, you fucking are petite. Haven't you looked in a mirror?" He tilted his head viciously to the side and jabbed the air with his forefinger. "You are fucking gorgeous, Arsha. True, you aren't scrawny like elf women but I thought you were just athletic." He dropped his hand to his hip. "That explains why you have no tits." Ba'ith sneered. "But then, anything more than a mouthful is a waste right?" Arsha rolled his eyes in disbelief. He began to walk toward the door. "Surely you should have been able to tell by my voice." Ba'ith shot out a massive hand as he passed. He grabbed the elf's arm painfully and shook him. "Your voice is soft and quiet." Arsha struggled against the grip he held on his arm. "All I have heard you do is squeal or murmur…or moan. Maybe if you shouted or spoke at a normal volume it would be easier to tell that your voice is masculine." Ba'ith tightened his hold. "Let me go you fucking prick!" Arsha was so angry that he shouted and tears burned behind his eyes. "Now you sound like a man." Ba'ith growled between his clenched teeth and shoved the elf away. Tears of humiliation and anger streamed silently down Arsha's cheeks and he stumbled toward the door, reaching for the gilt handle. "Where are you going?" Ba'ith slammed his hand against the door to hold it closed. "Just let me leave." Arsha sobbed and hated himself even more for it. "Let's just forget this happened." Ba'ith's dropped his arm from the door and his massive frame loomed sinisterly over the small elf. "What if I can't forget?" "That's your problem!" Sobbing, Arsha ripped the door open before the assassin could stop him and ran for the stairs. He felt Ba'ith's hand close around his sleeve but he shrugged the grip off before it could lock and then he staggered as his foot caught on the edge of the crimson rug that lined the stair case. He stumbled forward and shot his arm out to try and grab the railing but his tears blinded him and he missed. He felt himself free fall for a few excruciatingly long moments before his back slammed agonisingly into the hard edge of the stairs and he tumbled down the entire winding flight until at last he came to a stop near the bottom. His breath came in short ragged bursts but he could feel no pain. He couldn't feel anything at all. He knew he was lying on his back because he could see the cobalt blue ceiling above him. It looked like a clear summer sky. "Arsha!" Ba'ith vaulted over the railing and landed lightly on the floor far below with a rogue's agility. He dropped to his knees beside the broken elf, his eyes scanned the bleeding body to take a quick assessment and his hand gently stroked Arsha's golden haired forehead. "Lay still baby, it's gonna be alright ok? Lay still…" Ba'ith looked around the large inn which was now nearly empty. Arsha closed his eyes and the last thing he heard was Ba'ith's agonised shout. "HEALER!"