The group of seven, bloodied and exhausted, travelled a little farther up the road and settled for camp. Garrin gathered firewood, Nia shot down a couple birds, a few rabbits, and began preparing them. Daffyd used some salves to treat Catrin, Emyr and Garrin’s wounds. They were healed for the most part as it was, thanks to Daffyd’s magic, but the apothecary was thorough. Reilyn set out their cots, handed some rations around, and helped Garrin start the fire. 

Daffyd had finished up with the soldiers and the mercenary. He picked up a couple of his tools and approached Reilyn. “Hey, I-I want to look at your shoulder.” 

For the first time Reilyn acknowledged his torn tunic, and the small wound the arrow had left. It was a scrape, hardly anything. Reilyn shrugged and untied his tunic. He pulled his undershirt off and let Daffyd inspect the small flesh wound. “It’s nothing, really.” Reilyn murmured. 

“It’s minor.” Daffyd nodded as he rubbed a salve into it, “B-but you don’t want an infection.” The salve caused a slight burning, yet not enough to make Reilyn even grimace. 

Reilyn dressed himself once Daffyd finished. “You make a good point. Thank you.” Daffyd smiled softly in response and packed his apothecary tools away. 

—

The fire crackled sharply. Embers flickered against the compline sky as laughter and chatter erupted from the group around the flames. Reilyn kept comfortably quiet, not having much to contribute to the conversation, but he was relieved to see everyone in high spirits. Garrin sat across from him, and to their sides were Nia, Catrin, Jac, Emyr and Daffyd. 

“You’re different from other Dark Elves.” Nia nodded towards Reilyn, clearly tipsy. Daffyd and Emyr murmured in agreement. Reilyn raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t expect you to be so pushy with helping people, and tracking down criminals.” Nia chuckled as Reilyn frowned. Some of the group chimed in enthusiastically, making similar comments or grunting in further agreement. 

“Yeah,” Emyr hiccuped. “You’re a strange one, little man.” 

“N-not like the rest I’ve heard about.” Daffyd fiddled with his food. 

Catrin and Jac gave them looks, raised eyebrows, worried pouts. 

“Till I met you, I was sure they were all a bunch of scoundrels.” Garrin laughed boisterously. 

Reilyn scoffed and stood up, “Eyll are just people,” he sighed, “trying to get by. You lot think you’re so much better.” He glared daggers down at the group, all of whom now sat in silence. Reilyn turned his back and walked away. Confused and ignorant remarks followed him as he strode off to be alone. 

Emyr grumbled, “What crawled up his ass?” 

“I don’t see the n-need to be so sensitive.” Daffyd’s voice trailed off. 

“He’ll cool down eventually.” Jac pitched in.

“Hey um…maybe we-” Reilyn heard Garrin speak up. 

He kept walking. Their voices faded out, too far to follow him anymore. 

The Eyll leaned against a tree, clenching his hands into fists, glaring at the ground. He lost track of the minutes until heavy footfalls crunched the grass behind him. 

“Reilyn.” A familiar voice called. “Reilyn, I’m sorry.” 

The Eyll turned to see Garrin standing a few feet away from him. He narrowed his eyes and didn’t respond. 

Garrin gulped, “That was insensitive of us…no.” He swallowed back his words again. “That was insensitive of me.” He raised his gaze from the ground, meeting Reilyn’s crimson eyes. 

Stunned, Reilyn stared at the large man, wordlessly. He gritted his teeth, still furious, he hissed, “And why bother following me? Just to say that?” 

“Because I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier.” Garrin’s eyes flickered back to the ground. “You’re right. Humans have nothing to boast about. We’re not perfect. You’re…” Garrin breathed, scouring for the guts to keep talking. Reilyn’s coldness weighed in the cool night air like a thousand bricks. “You’re a good person. That has nothing to do with you being an Eyll’Una. It’s just who you are, and-” 

“And?” Reilyn’s patience was wearing even thinner. 

“And that’s…why I like you.” 

With that, Reilyn was truly lost for words. He stared up at Garrin, slowly walking closer to the larger man. Garrin’s blue eyes flickered away and then back towards the Eyll, his face getting redder the closer Reilyn approached. With their feet almost touching, the two of them made wordless eye contact for what felt like an eternity, but must have been merely minutes. 

Garrin finally pulled some bravery from a place deep within and lowered his head to kiss Reilyn. The Eyll took the large man by surprise, freezing him in place, Reilyn stood on his toes and closed the distance between their lips. After only a moment, Garrin pulled away. His cheeks were the same colour as his hair, full lips slightly parted. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Reilyn reaching up and grabbing the collar of his tunic. Pulling Garrin back down, Reilyn aggressively pressed their mouths together, sucking and biting on the large man’s lower lip.  

Garrin gasped for air and stumbled backwards. Reilyn shoved him to the ground and crawled on top of him, straddling him. Reilyn grabbed Garrin’s hands and brought them to his thighs, he then leaned back down to kiss Garrin again. 

The redhead’s fingers dug into Reilyn’s toned thighs, “Reilyn I-” Garrin tried to speak. 

“Taysil.” |Shut up.| Reilyn growled, kissing Garrin before the large man could speak again. Reilyn slithered his tongue into Garrin’s mouth, pulling at the large man’s tunic and trying to dig his hands underneath it. Frustrated, clawing at the man underneath him, Reilyn sat back up and began removing his cloak. Garrin’s hands shakily rested on Reilyn’s hips as the Eyll set his raven feather cloak down on the grass beside them. 

“Really? Here?” Garrin whined.

Reilyn looked down at him with a crooked, teasing grin, his tunic half off, his tight black undershirt showing his slim athletic figure. 

Garrin felt heat rising in his cheeks, “It’s…kind of cold!” 

Reilyn chuckled in response, dropping his tunic on the ground. 

“T-there are mosquitoes!” Garrin stuttered. 

The Eyll slid his undershirt off, tossing it beside his other garments. Now with only his leggings and boots on, Reilyn had exposed most of his lithe body to Garrin. His scarred blue skin that shimmered in the moonlight, the curves of his slim muscles, his long silver hair loose and hanging over his shoulders, his smouldering red eyes that gleamed playfully down at Garrin. Garrin could hardly breathe, nervous, unsure of what to do with the beautiful man straddling him. 

Reilyn slowly lowered himself, his hands pulling up Garrin’s tunic as he did so. Their noses touched gently. “Are you done whining?” Reilyn chided. Garrin gulped. 

“For now.” 

The two kissed more, exploring each other with their lips and their hands. Reilyn sucked on Garrin’s tongue, grinding his hips into the taller man. Garrin’s large hands gripped Reilyn’s thighs tighter, Reilyn’s fingers were lost in the tangles of Garrin’s wild red hair. 

Reilyn pulled back, tugging on Garrin’s hair, motioning for him to sit up. Garrin complied and Reilyn needily, impatiently, tugged on the large man’s tunic, pulling it up. Garrin gave an awkward smile and stripped his tunic off, revealing his bulky figure. Reilyn’s hands promptly traced up Garrin’s chest as he nestled his face into the large man’s neck, kissing and nibbling Garrin’s rough brown skin. 

“Let me…” Garrin moaned softly, moving his hands around to Reilyn’s svelte ass, pulling him upwards. Reilyn rose to his knees, Garrin leaned in, kissing Reilyn’s belly while slowly tugging his leggings down. Reilyn helped Garrin get them down to his thighs, their fingers intertwining briefly.  Garrin ran his hands down Reilyn’s hips, grabbing the Eylles ass again and taking Reilyn’s hard cock with his mouth. Reilyn gasped, gripping Garrin’s hair, gently thrusting into him. Garrin groped Reilyn’s behind harder with one of his hands. He brought the other to his mouth, pulling away from Reilyn’s manhood for a moment to coat a couple of his fingers with saliva. Garrin pulled Reilyn closer, pushing the coated fingers into the Eylles entrance, all while bringing his tongue back to Reilyn’s cock, licking around the tip. 

Reilyn bit his lip and whimpered as Garrin loosened him up. “W-wait.” Reilyn stuttered, gently gripping Garrin’s wrist and sliding the large man’s fingers out from his ass. Reilyn pet Garrin’s hair and moved back from his mouth. Garrin dropped his hands, confused. Reilyn stood, tore his boots and leggings off, tossing them with the rest of his clothes. He then lowered onto Garrin again, grabbing the redhead’s pants, about to pull them off. Garrin stopped him, a shaky hand gripping the Eylles wrist. Reilyn frowned and released the large man’s pants. 

“I’m sorry, I-” Garrin brought his arms up to cover himself, “My body isn’t-” He paused. “I don’t have a-” He sighed. 

Reilyn crossed his arms and stared at Garrin. “Spit it out, man.” He arched an eyebrow. 

Garrin groaned, “I was…born…a girl.” He covered his face, “I’m not, obviously, but my body isn’t…what you want. I don’t have a-” He bit his lip. 

“A dick?” 

“Yeah.” 

Reilyn gripped the waist of Garrin’s pants once more, “I don’t care.” He looked Garrin in the eyes, “I’ve wanted in between your legs since that night at the lake.” The Eyll leaned closer to the large man, “If you’ll have me?” He smirked. 

Garrin, still partially covering his flushed face, nodded. 

The Eyll grinned and pulled the redhead’s pants off, tossing them aside. Straddling the now naked Garrin, Reilyn pushed the large man back onto the ground. 

“I’ve always been the top.” Garrin mumbled. Reilyn smiled softly, admiring the view below him. 

“Then they really missed out.” 

Garrin’s face heated up. Reilyn pressed his hands into Garrin’s shoulders, moving back down, burying his face into Garrin’s chest. Kissing. Sucking. Biting. Tightening his hands on Garrin’s shoulders and grinding their pelvises together. Garrin laced his fingers through Reilyn’s hair, breathing shakily, small pleasured sounds sneaking through. With each whimper and moan, Reilyn got more enthusiastic. 

Reilyn pulled back his hips slightly and began to move downwards, leaving a trail of kisses until he got to Garrin’s meaty thighs. He pulled Garrin’s legs apart, attacking the large man’s inner thighs with nibbles and bites. Small purple bruises began to appear, like the few already forming on Garrin’s chest. Garrin let out a loud moan. Reilyn stopped for a moment and chuckled, “I thought you didn’t want to get bitten.” 

“Shut up!” Garrin cried out.

Reilyn gave a coy smile, shifting to Garrin’s other thigh. Once Reilyn was satisfied with the amount of bite marks he left, and the number of cries and moans he elicited from Garrin, he reached his hand towards Garrin’s clit, stroking his fingers around it. It was larger, and longer than he’d expected, looking like the head of a cock. The nub hardened as Reilyn traced around and across. Garrin whimpered and writhed. Reilyn dug his nails into Garrin’s already sensitive thigh, lowering his mouth, sucking Garrin’s arousal, playing with the larger man’s flesh with his greedy tongue. “A-ah!” Garrin’s voice cracked. The corner of Reilyn’s lips curled into a grin as he continued to work the large man’s hardened nub. 

Reilyn lifted his mouth from Garrin, stroking the clit with his fingers once more. The large, grizzly man tasted sweeter than his appearance would let on. Reilyn lowered his face again and licked his way down to Garrin’s entrance. He worked his tongue around and inside, tasting the nectar dripping from Garrin. Dropping his hand, he gripped Garrin’s ass. Trailing his tongue down further, Reilyn traced circles around the large man’s rear opening. Garrin’s moans came out needier, more desperate, with every lick of Reilyn’s tongue, every dig of Reilyn’s nails, and every touch of Reilyn’s fingers on his arousal. The Eyll rose, lifting Garrin’s hips and adjusting himself. He teased Garrin with the tip of his cock, tracing it around the large man’s sensitive nub and front entrance, spreading the white wetness seeping from it. 

Garrin gripped the ground, tearing at the grass. “Oh gods, Reilyn,” he begged. “Just do it already!” 

The Eyll snickered and slowly pushed himself inside Garrin, gradually deeper with every careful thrust. Garrin yelped, voice cracking. Reilyn caressed Garrin’s powerful thighs as he gently loosened the man with his cock. Garrin whimpered, his grip on the grass tightening. As Reilyn continued his slow thrusts, Garrin began to move his hips against the smaller man. Reilyn sped up, digging his nails into Garrin’s flesh, fucking more and more aggressively into the large man, pounding him to the ground. Reilyn reached forward, gripping Garrin’s shoulders. The Eylles mouth, and teeth, found the tender, already bruised skin of Garrin’s chest once more. 

Garrin pulled Reilyn’s hair, as if to keep himself stable, his throat dry from his desperate moans. 

Reilyn created a map of purple bruises and bite marks across Garrin’s pulpous chest. The large man was wetter with every thrust, their bodies moving to an unspoken rhythm as Garrin’s discomfort gave way to pleasure. 

The large man’s voice caught in his throat as he came. Reilyn felt Garrin’s muscles tighten around his manhood, but he made no change in his pace. He pulled his cock from the gaping entrance, driving it’s full length back in, grinning at Garrin’s cries each time. Garrin pulled harder on Reilyn’s hair. “Re-” The large man’s voice was hoarse, “Reilyn please-” Reilyn slowed for a moment, and at Garrin’s relieved gasp, pounded the man harder than before. 

Garrin’s wailing rewarded the Eyll as he slammed inside the large man.  Warmth grew over his pelvis. The pleasure and anguish mixing in Garrin’s eyes, Garrin’s cries, drove him over the edge. Flesh under his nails, wetness coating his cock, Garrin’s body quivering underneath him. He bit his lip to stifle his moans as he approached orgasm, coming inside Garrin. 

Reilyn pulled out, panting and sweating, his face paint smeared. He plopped onto Garrin’s chest, exhausted, lazily playing with Garrin’s hair.

The two of them lay together in a peaceful quiet, their arms wrapped around each other. They fell asleep like that, using Reilyn’s cloak as a blanket. 

—

Early light shone through the trees, the two men awoke to footsteps approaching the area. Garrin looked up to see Jac and Daffyd, Reilyn was still hidden by the cloak. 

“Hey. We were wondering where you went off to. Did you talk to Re-” Jac stopped mid speech as Reilyn groggily sat up, his hair a mess and his face showing his vexation. 

“I-I’m sorry, we had no idea!” Daffyd looked away. The two men awkwardly backed off as Reilyn’s cloak fell from Garrin’s body, revealing all the marks Reilyn left on him. 

“I didn’t know they were that close…” Jac muttered as the two walked away. 

“Or…like that?” Daffyd whispered.