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The Deepcity's royal quarter was abuzz with life as the annual party season kicked off in the cavern city. Dark Elves of high station and low moved about in their duties as a small procession moved down the cobblestone street, the dais carried by a fleet of slaves from the surface. The Darkpool family had lived within Deepcity since it's founding and still held lands as deep into the underground reaching to the capital. Some within the family even claimed they could trace their lineage to the surface when the Elven people were a single race but Alsandair, the sixth child of the patriarchal branch, doubted such claims. A slim youth with cropped white hair and vibrant purple eyes, Alsandair sat back away from his family. Not born with the cruel and cunning disposition of his people some claimed that he took more after their surface kin which made him a target of his brothers and sisters alike. It did not help that he, unlike his siblings, had not picked up the magical arts so easily as was expected of one with his pedigree which only caused further shame within his family. But he was still a noble and law within Deepcity forbade children born of nobility to be sold into slavery so he would merely have to endure the slings and arrows of his family until he was permitted to leave his home. They'd spoken of sending him to the surface after some arranged marriage though oddly such discussion had been tabled after he entered the Mage Academy. But despite all that he could be happy, this the only time of the year he was permitted outside the family grounds without supervision on top of finally having a chance to see what perhaps could be considered his one and only friend in the otherwise miserable city. The Moorespire family's home was their first stop and he'd convinced his family perhaps surprisingly to allow him to remain on their grounds when they moved on to the next engagement. It wasn't that the Moorespire House was any more loving or warm but it was there that he'd met his kindred spirit, a man he hoped would one day sweep him from his feet and take him as far as possible from the underground.

While lost in his thoughts, the dais came to a stop, servants moving to open the carriage as a small fan fair sounded from the walled grounds around the Moorespire manse. More servants moved to take the few bags they had, Alsandair packed light knowing that the stay would be unfortunately brief. He stepped out from the carriage last as expected of him, keeping wrapped up in his robes and over garments as even their servants ignored him as their small party shuffled past the gates and through the manicured and magically maintained gardens that surrounded the imposing series of towers and low keeps that made up perhaps the largest "house" within the city. He'd never pried into what the Moorespire's kept themselves in but whispers spoke of their near iron grip on the roads leading to the surface and thus, he assumed, all the trade that filtered into the boarder city and beyond. The party seemed in full swing as they were brought inside, artificial lights danced in the hallways to light the way to the main dance hall in lieu of the typical icy blue flames from the ghostwood that grew in the deep. With their arrival it wasn't long before some of the more prominent members of the Moorespire family appeared, providing Alsandair enough time to slip away from their group and into the much more quiet hallways and staircases as he crept along a familiar route. He and Telas had been friends for as long as he could remember though with Telas's family expecting him to take over some of their surface businesses and Alsandair's essentially house arrest status they rarely had time to visit. Telas for his part wrote to Alsandair often though many of the letters were intercepted long before he ever got to read them, coded messages hidden behind walls of otherwise senseless information.

As he reached the top floor of the main tower Alsandair kept to the walls and alcoves, knowing that the guards that often patrolled these routes would be extra-cautious considering the party and not in any mood to deal with his "trespassing" when they had to work while everyone else got to drink and enjoy themselves though he'd probably be in the clear if he could get to Telas's room and alert the other Elven youth of his presence. Finally, after what felt like an age, Alsandair crept to the large pair of doors that signaled his "preys" room, easing them open as quietly as he could before slipping inside. With silent movements he skulked through the large and open room, glancing about like some unassuming bird of prey before a pair of long arms wrapped up about his waist from behind. "What do I have here?" the familiar velvet voice purred into his long ear, firm lips nibbling along it's edge teasingly before he felt himself spin. Telas was large for a Dark Elf and just as slender as himself, his long silvery hair pulled into a thick braid and a pair of piercing violet eyes stared down sparkling with mirth. Alsandair had never known Telas to be a reserved man as he felt long fingers and well manicured nails slip into his robes and drag against the bare skin beneath. "I-I came to f-f-find you." he stammered, a pinkish blush reaching his cheeks and climbing his ears. "So w-we could go dance a-a little so we could sneak off easier later." he managed to get out, squirming wildly as the taller Elf's other hand moved to join it's brother in feeling him up.

Telas let out a small whine as he glanced back at the door, his broad shoulders slumping a little in defeat. "And after I'd just caught you all alone, I must share you? If it's what you desire than I suppose I must relent." he sighed, Alsandair beaming wildly despite himself even though he knew he was being teased. He knew Telas didn't like to share their company together and especially under the prying eyes of both their families but if they both just disappeared he knew more questions would be raised than he wanted. With a giggle he felt himself swept into Telas's arms, clinging tightly to his broad shoulders as he was moved back down the stairs in a bridal carry until the reached the foot of the stairs on the first floor. He wasn't motionless long, his arm jerked slightly before he stumbled after the more confident male into the main dance hall where yet more of the magical twinkling lights danced above pairs of people moving in time with a large band. Food and drink was laid out on large ornate tables and in the recesses of the room drunken paramours indulged in perhaps less "polite" versions of dance. He wasn't afforded the time to gawk at the typical opulence of the Moorespire's parties, waving a feeble hand to his father before being brought onto the dance floor. Dance had never been his favorite thing but when it was with Telas all his nerves and fears melted away and the eyes he always felt burning into his back seemed to fade away as they moved.

"Have you heard the good news?" Alsandair heard whispered into his ear, Telas bending low as he followed along with his partner's movements. Alsandair shook his head softly so as not to move those wounderous lips far, pressing close as he took charge of leading his partner in the dance. "Your parents aren't merely here for a social call" Telas continued, the tip of his tongue dragging teasingly along the edge of his ear which illicited the briefest of shivers. "They've come to arrange marriages, to bind our houses together. In the morning we sons of our families will be provided a chance to petition for our desired bride's hand but you know me. I'm impatient. I wrote to your father months ago when I caught wind of this little transaction." The song ended and Telas parted with a bow as was customary though Alsandair felt rooted to the ground. A flood of mixed emotions moved through him as he stared wide eyed at the only friend he'd ever had. Perhaps it wasn't a surprise that Telas would ask for his hand, the marriage between those low in the order for succession wasn't uncommon even if they couldn't provide children. In many cases in fact it was all but demanded to eliminate potential rivals and considering his standing within his own family Alsandair knew that the offer to be married off to such a prestigious family would have been accepted even if it was to another man. It'd get him out of their home and out of their hair and the dowry for his hand could be kept small while the prestige of the union would be quite large. It was a win win for both families.

And it wasn't a surprise that Telas would have made his move, the other Elf having always been quite protective of his friend and at least since they both hit puberty quite amorous towards him which Alsandair had returned in equal measure. He recalled the first time they'd discovered their mutual feelings while on the surface, Telas having taken him to see one of the so called oceans he'd read about in his romance novels that the other boy had smuggled in for him to read. They'd been holed up in a small beach house as a storm had blown in, the servants even unable to make it out due to flooding. What little heat remained in the house was slowly ebbing as the magical stove slowly went out and Telas had offered to sleep under the same blankets for warmth. There huddled together against his friend, smelling him and hearing his soft breaths as those strong arms were wrapped around him proved to much to bare and it wasn't long before Telas had noticed that it wasn't just his awkward bony knees pressing against him. They'd made out for hours after some embarrassment and discussion, anything else far to much for Alsandair to bare though even now he'd regretted not trying to take things further and he thought of it often ever since. A small nudge roused him from his reverie however, blinking as he found himself off the dance floor and a glass of wine offered out in front of himself. "Welcome back." Telas laughed, helping him sit as he took the offered glass. "It's always so cute, breaking that shy look of yours. What were you thinking of?" Telas asked, a hand motioning to a small bulge in his robes. Alsandair blushed furiously, the tips of his ears turning pink as he turned his face with a loud giggle. "Telas don't be cruel. Y-You can't just tell me things like that and not expect me to be shocked!" he whined, batting blindly at his friend as he sipped at his drink for any sort of refuge from his own thoughts.

"You were the one who insisted we come dance yes? I'd have happily told you upstairs." Telas offered, taking his own seat as he nibbled at a few finger foods he'd brought as well. The response only prompted another loud whine from Alsandair who downed the remaining wine in a solid gulp before standing with a soft pout. "If I'd known I wouldn't have asked and you know it!" he mumbled, glancing to the open doors. "We've danced now though! Let's go sneak off." he hissed, leaning in close though Telas was on his feet swiftly. Alsandair all but raced back up the stairs once away from the party, tripping and stumbling over the hems of his robe as he made his way up the narrow stairs but he didn't care. Telas wasn't far behind, strong hand resting on Alsandair's back as the eager Elf panted for breath at the top of the stairs. "We've all night dear and beyond to spend together. You know we can't consummate this until tomorrow anyway. Don't rush and hurt yourself, it would be terrible if I couldn't fulfill my pledge to you because you'd broken your leg or worse." he chided playfully. Alsandair only nodded a little weakly as they walked back to Telas's rooms, moving to sit on the ornate bed tucked in the far back room. They spoke for hours, about past dalliances hidden away from prying eyes. The near catches from their siblings and the subsequent threats that Telas had crafted to keep them silent for as long as their long lives existed. They'd made out of course, the usual reserved Alsandair all but tearing Telas from his robes and mounting his hips as their passions spilled forth though in the end it only served to rile him up even further as the flames of his desire couldn't be quenched by a pair of lips alone no matter how ravenous they were.

The heat inside him kept him up long after Telas had fallen asleep, the bare form of his lover only caused him further discomfort as he squirmed and tried to get comfortable. The dim light of the "night" in Deepcity filtered through the large windows as it cast it's pale blue caress over their sheets. His length throbbed in need as he continued to toss and turn, thanking the Gods that Telas was such a deep sleeper, as he tried to find any kind of relief despite not wanting to be far from his love. But the heat proved to much, his erection not subsiding even after a few minutes out in the cold air out from beneath the covers and he knew the only way to get any kind of relief was to solve it by hand. He knew where Telas kept his lube having played with himself alongside Telas in the past so he crept slowly to the small bedside dresser so as not to further disturb the sleeping partner. He gently pulled the glowing bottle out from beneath a few books and tugged the other object hidden alongside it free as well. He'd never had the nerve to ask how Telas had gone about it's creation but he knew he appreciated it all the same. The long black dildo was crafted to the exact design of Telas's own cock, each curve and bend mapped out in perfect detail. He didn't know what it was made out of but it pulsed with warmth in his hand as he poured some of the softly glowing lube over it's length. His own arousal only throbbed harder in anticipation as he set the toy aside as he rolled onto his stomach, his slicked fingers swift to move to his needy hole and plunge inside. A soft cry escaped his lips before he managed to cover his mouth with his free hand. His hips bucked weakly as his fingers probed inside of himself, spreading the lube in eager anticipation as pre-cum started to drip from the head of his member. While he may not have been like the rest of his family he was still a Dark Elf and the pride of their people wasn't lost on him as his thick tool slapped against his stomach with each move of his hips, his ten inch dick making soft sounds as it swung between his legs. He almost giggled remembering Telas's reaction when seeing it for the first time, it being the first and only time he ever thanked being born a Dark Elf.

But he had no interest in using it on anyone as he reached for the equally, if not larger, toy and slid his fingers free with a groan. It wasn't the first night he'd played with himself and it certainly wasn't the first time he'd played with himself with the object of his desires so near by and asleep. Telas always had a habit of teasing him and getting him wound up before passing out, reluctant to "Seal the Deal" as it were though he was pretty certain it was all part of the other Dark Elf's plan. He also knew that Telas wasn't exactly chaste despite their relationship and though he was open with it Alsandair couldn't help but feel a deep jealousy to the few dalliances Telas had had. He'd have been more than jealous if Telas hadn't allowed him to assassinate the fawning sop of a noble he'd slept with, calling it "hot" knowing how it effected him. But none of those thoughts mattered as he brought the tip of the toy to his asshole, pressing slowly with an appreciative grown as his slender chest fell against the bed. He panted against his hand and closed his eyes as he began to imagine the other man on top of himself, thick cock pistoning between his cheeks. Each movement of the toy drove him further into his fantasy as he imagined Telas's hot tongue rammed up his ass, tasting him and teasing him as his hands fondled his cock and ran down his sides. That same tongue sliding against his balls and flesh before delving back deep into his hole to further screams of joy. His cock continued to leak against the sheets as the need rose further in his chest. Telas would grip at his ass, his strong fingers digging into his dark flesh before giving a rough slap and a scream would rip from his throat. A reserved groan was all he could give in reality however as he finally relented and moved his hand to coil about his cock. He stroked in long movements, not caring to prolong the pleasure as he angled the dildo to drive deeper, taking it to it's hilt with each motion as it banged against his most sensitive areas. He continued to pant and whine as his climax came rushing through him, his hand moving down urgently as he felt his edge approaching. Just as he was about to slip over the precipice he felt another hand wrap about his length, a loud gasp of surprise sounding as it began to stroke swiftly before he screamed and a torrent of cum shot from his length. He felt his member throb in the sudden intruder as rope after rope of thick sploodge flung into his hand, his slim chest collapsing fully against the bed as he caught his breath. The hand didn't move however, still stroking slowly causing his body to shudder and spasm from the overload of pleasure as he was milked to his last drop. When he was able he finally glanced to the side, Telas gazing at him in the gloom hungrily. "Go to bed." he whispered, Alsandair laughing as he reached for a pillow before hitting the other man in the face.