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The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance - Encounters	By : GrayNeko Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 1114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kylan sat apart from the celebrations at Stone-in-the-Wood, not because he didn't want to share in the sense of victory with the others but because a revelation during the battle had left him quite shaken. So to focus and center himself he meditated at the base of a tree just outside the clan settlement, letting the joy of all the other Gelflings wash over him at a distance. He was taking deep, slow breaths but when those failed to help him find balance he pulled out his firca and began playing a low, soft melody. He closed his eyes as he played, focusing on the music and the emotions that roiled within him. Soon the world fell away and it was just him and the music. In that void he found that center of calm he had desperately sought. He opened eyes wet with tears as the song came to an end and started at the abrupt sound of clapping. He turned and found another Gelfling watching him from the bushes. Though he wasn't wearing his helmet his sky blue uniform marked him as one of the All-Maudra's paladins.

"That was very good. What was it about?" the paladin asked in a deep, rich voice as he stepped through the brush.

"Uhm, well nothing really," Kylan said as he made it hastily to his feet. He stood there awkwardly for a moment before adding, "I'm Kylan."

The paladin smiled as he stepped closer, "I know. You were with Rian and the others when you rescued us from the Skeksis, though we didn't exactly see it that way at the time. My name is Firrek."

"It's nice to finally know you Firrek," Kylan said before looking down at his instrument. A moment of reflection made him meet the paladin's gaze as he drew a deep breath, "Actually, the song wasn't about nothing, it was about my parents. They died when I was just a childling and today they were avenged."

Firrek tilted his head in confusion, causing his red locks to cast across his face before understanding made him gasp softly, "The Skeksis?"
Kylan nodded as he fidgeted with his firca, "Yes, the one known as the Hunter. I'll never know why he killed them but I take comfort knowing he'll never take another Gelfling life again."

He shuddered as he remembered all the years he had spent not being believed until he too had begun questioning what he had seen, only to have his nightmare storm onto the battlefield. The way the Hunter snatched up Rian and batted him about, it made him feel like a helpless childling all over again. Firrek's hand on his shoulder broke him of his pensiveness and he nodded his appreciation for the distraction.

Before either could say a word to break the silence a wave of cheers rose up from the celebration and they both turned to see that Rian and Brea walked together amongst the crowds.

"They make for an unusual couple don't they?" Firrek asked. Kylan couldn't be sure if it was jealousy that he heard in the other Gelfling's voice.

"She offers solace to a heart heavy with grief, as only a true friend can do," Kylan said, though he had to admit to himself that he too felt a pang of envy. That Rian had chosen to stand with another and would likely never look at him as anything more than a companion was bitter (if unsurprising) medicine to swallow. He had never intended to fall for the warrior but after Dreamfasting in the Podling tavern he had been enamored by the tragedy and perseverance of the Stonewood Gelfling.

"And what of you, are you in need of a true friend?" Firrek asked, his easy smile widening as his amber-gold eyes flashed in the night.

Kylan's mouth fell open slightly as his cheeks flushed, "Ther-there must be someone worthier of your affections than me."

Firrek took his hand in both of his, "You were one of the first to offer Rian a chance when all were turned against him, if not for you his message might have died there and all of us with it. You helped save me and the others. You stood with us in the battle against the Skeksis. I think you have severely undervalued your worth."

Kylan's blush began to match the red of his tunic but he didn't pull away from Firrek. Their hands intertwined as they moved closer together, their breath coming quicker. Their lips met and Kylan felt his knees wobble, only able to keep himself upright by clinging to Firrek. Firrek chuckled as he held Kylan close, touching his forehead to his while guiding him back. Soon Kylan felt the tree he had been meditating under against his back and then Firrek was kissing him deeply as he pressed against him.

Firrek's hands roamed Kylan's body as they made out with abandon. One hand sunk lower and lower until he was massaging Kylan's hardening cock through his pants. The other caressed his jaw line as it traveled back to run through his hair and then along his ear. Kylan had never been assaulted with such pleasure and he moaned his approval of Firrek's technique.

"If I may continue to be so forward?" Firrek asked as he continued running his palm up and down the length of Kylan's aching erection.

"Be as bold as you like," Kylan breathed as he gripped the tree for support.

Firrek gently gripped one of Kylan's braids in response, pulling hard enough to get him to expose his neck which Firrek began to kiss up and down while his other hand worked at undoing Kylan's trousers.

"Are all the paladins so skilled in these ways?" Kylan asked when his pants hit the ground.

"Am I not enough for you?" Firrek asked, pouting. When Kylan stammered for a response Firrek let out a rich peal of laughter. "I'm only teasing."

He kissed Kylan again and then bit his lower lip gently, dragging his teeth tenderly as he began to sink to his knees. Kylan watched with rapt attention as Firrek locked eyes with him while stroking his cock and playfully licking the tip. Kylan panted and moaned as Firrek shifted his hand to massage his testicles as he took more of his shaft into his mouth.

Kylan finally broke eye contact as he threw his head back, he had never felt anything like this and did not know how much more he could take. Just as he was nearing his limit Firrek suddenly backed off, flashing him a mischievous grin.

"I did say I was only teasing didn't I?" Firrek said with a chuckle before gasping as Kylan tackled him to the ground. The Spriton assailed the Sifan paladin with kisses as he straddled him. Firrek, not to be outdone, rocked his hips, pressing his erection against Kylan as it strained against the confines of his leggings. Kylan moaned into Firrek, running his hands under his clothes and up his body, indulging in the feel of his toned body.

Finally they could take no more of taunting each other and began shedding their clothes as quickly as possible. Kylan found himself staring down at the most beautiful man he had ever seen as Firrek's blonde-ish red locks fanned about in every direction like a halo. He kissed Firrek and then began to trail kisses down his body until he came to his waist. He gingerly took hold of Firrek's cock, with its gentle bend and began stroking it slowly and gently to gauge the paladin's reaction. When Firrek's approvingly ran his fingers through Kylan's hair he gave the tip a kiss, letting himself grow accustomed to the salty flavor and musk. Feeling bolder he ran his tongue the length of the underside of Firrek's cock and was pleased to be rewarded by a moan of pleasure. He increased the rhythm of his strokes as he continued to tease the head of the cock with his tongue.

He was so focused on his performance he failed to register the crescendo of cries from Firrek until his cock spasmed in his grip and hot cum began spurting from the tip. The first volley coated his tongue and he reflexively swallowed before choking on the bitter flavor and turning away to cough. He still held Firrek's cock and could feel the hot, slimy stuff oozing down over his fingers. He was paralyzed with fear, how did he proceed without offending Firrek further? He ducked his head as he flushed with embarrassment until finally Firrek spoke up.

"What's wrong? You look like someone just told you your fizzgig died."

Kylan couldn't meet his eyes as he held up his cum covered fingers and quietly confessed, "I don't like the taste of it."

Firrek's laughter was expected but Kylan flinched at it all the same. What he did not expect was for Firrek to sit up and pull him into an embrace.

"Is there some law or rule that says you must? Honestly, I don't like it either. An old flame used to accuse me of being a Spitter in disguise."

Kylan let out a bark of a laugh at the bawdy joke and then squeezed Firrek with his free arm. He finally pulled back to grab a rag from his discarded clothing to wipe his hand off with. In that short span of time Firrek crept up behind him and embraced him from behind, brushing aside his hair so he could kiss along his neck and shoulder. As he did so his hands traveled down Kylan's body and began pumping his cock back to full erection. He massaged Kylan's balls as well. After nearing the peak so many times Kylan lacked the willpower to resist and found himself thrusting his hips in Firrek's hands. He moaned and shuddered as he came and Firrek continued to milk him until he was gasping and weakly grabbing at Firrek's wrists.

The two reclined onto their discarded clothing, cuddling against the cool night air as the distant sounds of celebration washed over them.

"What made you seek me out?" Kylan found himself asking as they gazed up at the stars.

"I felt I owed you a debt," Firrek answered without looking at him.

"So this was about settling a debt?"

Firrek glanced at him and for a moment he hesitated before sighing and looking back to the night sky, "Fear."

Kylan turned to face him, imploring his silently to explain.

"I am afraid. I was with the castle guards during their revolt. We were betrayed and failed so miserably. As our numbers dwindled I nearly went mad with fear. I am still afraid but now it is an uncertain future I fear. The idea of losing... terrifies me because I have seen what awaits us.

"I had heard you were wise and I thought wisdom might help me fight back this fear inside me. I heard your music and for a moment it made me forget my fear. Then I saw you, so calm even as tears fell down your face while you played and I knew if you accepted me my heart could belong to no other."

Their hands intertwined as he finished and Kylan rest his head on his lover's chest, listening to his beating heart. As he did a thought occurred to him.

"I know why the Hunter killed my parents. The Skeksis have spent the last thousand trine building divisions between the clans, sowing mistrust and hatred as they praised some and condemned others. My parents were of the Spriton and Stonewood clans and knew they would not find acceptance with either so they built a place for themselves. If they had been allowed to live others might have seen the strength of unity and the Skeksis work would have been undone."

He looked up to Firrek, "That is our true strength, standing together. I will stand with you Firrek, no matter what may come."

The two kissed once more, a deep passionate kiss that sealed their promise of devotion to one another before continuing to make love long into the night.
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