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Brothers	By : Koori Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 1830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Warning: Naughty stuff happens in this chapter, you've been warned!
Chapter Fifty-Three – Thomas Conway, Age 46
It was difficult not to speed up the farewells, Darrowmere Forest laid mere feet away but he knew he could not rush his son's goodbyes. Some were easier than others, the elf commander Lor'themar and the one they called Helios had embraced Nathaniel and kissed him on the forehead before retreating. The two females Swiftwind and Solanna were busy throwing heavy saddlebags over Rook and Knight filled with bottles of shampoo and conditioners among other things Thomas was sure. Afterwards they embraced Nathaniel for a long time, kissing his cheeks and face. Finally when he was on the verge of interrupting they were shooed away by Halduron.
The elder blond haired elf said his goodbyes to Nathaniel and then placing a hand behind his son's neck he tilted his head and kissed him on the lips. It was a lingering touch that caused eyebrows to be raised from the elves, Thomas came to a quick conclusion it wasn't a common way to say farewell. His son turned away, his cheeks warm with a blush but didn't seem overly distressed. Snorting, Thomas called out, "Next time at least buy him a drink first!"
This caused Nathaniel's blush to deepen as he swung up onto Rook's saddle and motioned the horse to gallop through Thalassian Pass with Foster on his heels. With one final look at the gather of elves, Thomas dipped his head and followed his sons. "I did it, Norah," he thought silently. "I'm bringing our boys home."
As expected they weren't far out of Thalassian Pass before his sons were fighting off Nathaniel's excess passion. Thomas was a bit worried for his youngest, though it seemed to only come after highly emotional moments. He wasn't sure he could control Nathaniel as well as Foster, which meant for the time being his boys were bound together. As his youngest sunk to the ground exhausted in his brother's arms, Thomas had a feeling neither would argue with such a pact. Foster had taken the oath to protect his brother from harm to heart, he had a feeling Nathaniel would help heal his brother as much as Foster would help him. "Let's camp here tonight," he said.
"Pa?" Foster said as he stood. "I know it's late but if we push ourselves we could be home before morning."
"Your brother isn't supposed to push himself," Thomas said. "Go gather some firewood for a fire, Foster." He waved a hand at Nathaniel to keep him from following. "You stay here and catch your breath."
Nathaniel nodded and sat back down resting his head in his hands. Thomas studied his youngest for a moment, his long blond hair hung freely, softening his already effeminate face. "Son?" he said, blue eyes looked up at him. "You know I am proud of you and your heritage but not everyone is of the same heart …"
"It's my ears isn't it?" Nathaniel said.
"I believe it is more than just your ears but let us see what we can do." Kneeling behind his son he gathered his loose hair up into a low ponytail. Then taking a handkerchief he tied it around Nathaniel's head, careful to tuck the elegant ears underneath. Stepping back he studied his work. A very elfin face looked back at him. He sighed. "How much longer until you start getting facial hair?" he asked.
Nathaniel shrugged. "A century, give or take a few decades," he replied.
"You're just going to have to stay close to home," Thomas said, "afraid you won't fool anyone anymore if they get an up close look of you."
"That sounds really good," Nathaniel said, "staying close to home that is."
"You may grow bored with such a leash someday," Thomas said. "One such as you may get wanderlust …"
"I've wandered far enough from home to last me awhile, Pa," Nathaniel said with a yawn.
"I second that," Foster replied, as he returned with an armload of sticks and logs. Soon they had a roaring fire blazing with a stew the elves had packed simmering over it. While it cooked Nathaniel had dozed off resting against a tree. They let him nap until supper was ready then woke him. After they ate, they took out their bedrolls and spread them out. Nathaniel was back asleep moments after lying down. Thomas envied his son as he tried to find a comfortable spot to lie. Foster laid down next to his brother and draped an arm over him. "He mentioned the other day he is used to sleeping in a litter of elves," Foster explained. "I'll get him back sleeping like a man soon enough, but for now this allows me to keep an eye and a hand on him."
Nodding Thomas moved his mat to the other side of Nathaniel, giving his youngest the warmth and security of two. The starry sky overhead was his blanket as he joined his sons in slumber.
The chill of the morning awoke them and after a quick breakfast they were back on the horses and headed home. The rode cross country, which not only kept them off the main road and away from travelers but also cut hours off their travel. The sun was high in the sky when they approached the homestead. Little Lucy spotted them first and sounded the alarm. Norah ran out and onto the porch. Rosemary hurried past her and ran toward the back field. She paused when Nathaniel let out the sharp whistle he had used a hundred times to signal his hunt was over.
Thomas hopped off his horse and ran over to his wife gathering her up his arms and showering her with kisses while he held her tight. "I missed you," he said, "I love you!" She returned his kisses and endearments. There was shouting and screams coming from the fields and he looked over to see Sara, Wendy, York and Grant running towards them.
Nathaniel and Foster slid off their horses and approached together, Thomas watched Norah give her boys a once over. Her hand shook slightly as she reached up and traced Nathaniel's handsome face. "You're so pale," she said, "Even more so than normal, are you ill?"
"Only homesick," Nathaniel said as he embraced her, "and this is the cure."
Norah returned the hug, Thomas didn't miss the fact she was using her priest training as she did to search for what their son wasn't saying aloud. Her attempt was interrupted as Nathaniel was tackled by Sara. Swinging his sister around Nathaniel laughed. "Missed you too, Sis," he said.
"Where have you been?" she demanded.
"Trying to get home," Nathaniel said with a small smile. "Took longer than I first planned but here I am."
She hugged him tightly before going to do the same with Foster. Thomas found his wife again and embraced her from behind. "They are home," he whispered, "not the men they were when they left, but now able to be who they will be after they heal."
"Heal?" Norah asked.
"More spirit than body, my love," Thomas replied.
"Those wounds are often the hardest to mend," Norah replied.
He watched as their extended family hovered close around the boys. "I think they will heal just fine, in the love we share."
"In time," Norah added.
"In time," Thomas agreed.
"May I ride into Corin's and fetch Sis?" Sara asked.
"Sure she'd appreciate that," Thomas said. "Take Queen, our horses deserve a rest."
"I'll go with her," Grant said.
"I'm not a little girl anymore," Sara said with a pout.
"That's what I'm worried about," Grant said with a smirk as he went into the barn to saddle a pair of horses.
As they rode off the rest were ushered into the house. Wendy and Rosemary shooed Norah out of the kitchen to spend time with her family, while they worked on stretching out the lunch which had been started to be shared by more. Lucy walked behind her uncles that had sat down at the table and ran a hand down their matching ponytails. "Uncle Foster has elf hair now!"
"If Nathaniel's hair there gets any prettier we'll have to put flowers in it," York said good-naturedly.
The fair cheeks blushed. "The elves are proud of their hair, wait until you see all the stuff they sent back with us to keep it this shimmering," Nathaniel said with a smile.
Norah moved behind him and removed the handkerchief he still wore, and then she took down his hair letting it hang freely. Afterwards she did the same to Foster; she ran a hand down their locks. Nathaniel's hung almost to the middle of his back now; Foster's was a little longer than shoulder length. "Is it wrong to be jealous of your sons' hair?" she asked.
Thomas moved behind her wrapping his arms around her. "I love you hair," he said, "especially when it's loose and spilling around me …"
"Oh come on," Foster said with a chuckle. "Keep it in the bedroom!"
"Good idea," Thomas said as he bent down and picked up his wife with ease. Draping her over his shoulder he carried the laughing woman down to their bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind him after he sat her down.
"Thomas," she said with a laugh, her cheeks flushed. "Our boys are home … shouldn't we …"
He silenced her with a kiss, one hand wrapped around her waist the other freed her auburn hair. Holding her close he let his need be known, by pressing it against her. "I missed you," he said. "There wasn't a night that has gone by I didn't yearn for your arms … please, beloved."
She answered him by unbuttoning his shirt and running her fingers across his bare chest, picking her up again he carried her over to their bed and laid her out on it. Watching her he slowly started working on the buttons in the front of her dress, after the forth one her full breasts spilled out and he stopped to tilt down and take one of the perky nipples into his mouth suckling it. Tugging gently on it with his teeth he was rewarded by a soft moan. After lavishing the other breast with the same attention he continued unbuttoning her dress until he could slide it off. Soon his wife was naked before him; he stepped back and looked down at her. Her auburn hair spilled out over the pillows like a fiery halo.
Slipping out of his shirt he left his pants on as he moved to the end of the bed and gently spread his wife's legs apart opening her to him. "Thomas …" whatever she was going to say was lost as he knelt and using his fingers to spread her folds apart claimed the peak within his lips. Shifting so he was lying flat his arms around her thighs he dined in ecstasy. He loved her taste, her scent, how he missed it these past months. Her fingers wrapped around in his hair as she held him there, afraid he might leave. His tongue plunged deep inside her only to pull back out and tease her hidden pleasure spot. It had been too long for both and he knew it would end sooner than both would want. He brought her to the crest but then sat up, moving his fingers to take the place of his tongue. He looked down at her, his face wet with her passion. Norah's eyes were closed, her hands cupping her own breasts as her tongue darted in and out of her lips as she grinded herself against his fingers. A soft moan of frustration came from her.
Pulling his pants down around knees he removed his fingers and silenced her protest by plunging deep inside. She let out a loud cry as he claimed her. Her hands wrapped around his ass pressing him into her. Their lust was primal now, the bed rocked with each deep thrust, he felt her climax her warmth clenching around him as she did. He lasted only a moment later before releasing buried inside her. Afterwards he kissed her and pulled her into his arms as they lay in bed, for now the world was just the two of them.
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