when I am with you there's no reason to pretend

[dalishious]

WHO: Merrick and Metaari
WHAT: Metaari gets injured, Merrick deals
WHEN: Set during Merrick and Metaari's Excellent Thedas Adventure post-Cade whooping
WHERE: somewhere in the Frostbacks
NOTES: Violence and injury stuff, tent sex.

Merrick had been mostly quiet during the journey thus far. He'd been quiet since the night of the ball, actually-- the shame heavy and hot in his throat, his shoulders crushed under the weight of the depression that had followed. He felt as though it were strapped to his ankle, dragging behind him as they walked the mountain trail, and he'd barely spoken a word or looked Metaari in the eye since they'd left.

During a run-in with bandits that were tailing some refugees, Metaari had taken a serious blow to the arm from an enforcer's hammer-- and things have drastically changed since. Merrick has gone from taciturn to a babbling, panicked wreck, and still won't calm down even after they'd stopped the bleeding and reset the bone. They'd made camp in a small gathering of trees just shy of where they'd been attacked, and Merrick's hands shake as pours Metaari some medicinal tea he'd made.

"Here," he says hoarsely as he hands it over. "Drink it slowly."

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[metaari]

It's an interesting reaction, and Metaari wants to see some more of it. He starts to really press, curious how much Merrick can take of the sensation. There's a bit of a fear, a worry that he might dig too hard, might bruise, break, but Merrick is made of sterner stuff than one might think. Metaari will just have to find the point of stopping.

"But I did, and I am." He smiles and tilts Merrick's head down (it's easier on him this way) so that he can press his lips to the elf's forehead. "And there is nowhere I'd rather be."

[dalishious]

Merrick's eyelids flutter as his throat is pressed on a bit more, and he's finding it difficult to concentrate. He melts against Metaari as the other man gives him a kiss, surprisingly pliant.

"You asshole," he mutters. "I was worried about you."

And he was. There had been a moment of utmost terror, a flash of a world without Metaari in it, and Merrick never wants to experience that again. He can't lose Metaari, he realizes. Just thinking about it hurts, hurts so bad.

[metaari]

Metaari just grins at him and eventually lets himself rest back against the stump again, sinking slightly down against it, before pulling Merrick toward him with the hold he still had on his neck. He doesn't stop tugging until he has the elf pressed against him and his grin softens as he closes his eyes.

"Good. I'd be offended if you weren't." A light tease.

"Give me a kiss, then. It'll make me feel better."

[dalishious]

The edge of Merrick's anxiety has been dulled considerably, and he makes a sound that's part fond, part annoyed. It's easy for him to comply, moving on top of Metaari's body so he can easily lean down and kiss him.

It's firm at first, with passion there, relief, tears at the bottom of his throat-- and then he interrupts it with a punishing bite to Metaari's lower lip.

"Stupid," he growls. "Why'd you do that, huh?"

[metaari]

A faint grunt escapes him as Merrick settles on his lap and he tips his head into the kiss, eyes falling closed--until the bite, at least. They fly open again and he growls lightly, playfully, and brings up his hand to poke Merrick in the middle of his forehead.

"Because I like your face," he mutters, tipping his head a little as he lets his eyes rake across Merrick. "And that hammer would have done terrible things to it."

[dalishious]

Merrick just grumbles and goes in for another kiss, with all his characteristic boyish energy. Then he pulls back slightly, his entire weight on Metaari, and looks down at him with a sultry expression.

"I'd hate to lose either of your arms," he counters, and bites his lip playfully. "Well, your hands, more specifically."

[metaari]

That makes him grin and he wraps his good hand around Merrick's body, planting his palm flat against the small of his back. "My hands, hm?" He curls his fingers, digs them lightly into Merrick's back. "Well, when this one's good and healed, I'm sure it'll be eager to remember the feel of you again."

[dalishious]

Merrick promptly occupies himself with kissing Metaari's jaw and neck, leaving little bites as he goes. He's definitely feeling...excited, but Metaari literally just took a catastrophic blow to the arm. The tea he'd made contained elfroot for the pain, but still...

As always, it's difficult (impossible) for him to hide how he feels. His body squirms a bit against Metaari's, his skin heated.

[metaari]

A deep laugh leaves Metaari and he brings his hand up Merrick's back to rest against his neck again, fingers digging into the soft skin there for a brief moment. "Calm down. We've all night, you know. At least, I'm not planning on going anywhere."

His hand slips around so that he can grasp a hold of Merrick's chin, pulling him down for a faint kiss. "Then again, I suppose I'm at your mercy tonight. I follow your lead."

[dalishious]

There's that feeling again, that sense that he's being reined in by the press of fingers on his neck. He kisses back much more softly than he had been, then pulls back to sit upright.

"Do what you were doing before," he says, both hands coming up to rest on Metaari's.