Title: Gentle Hands 1/1
Author: Dark Temptations
Beta: Vash is my Angel
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh or any of its characters. The elf world and its cast of wonderful characters, including Oralie and Olwen, are the incredible creations of Vash is my Angel and are used in this fic with her permission.
Summary: Olwen pays Oralie a visit for a physical examination.
Author's Notes: At one point in the RPG, Oralie examined Olwen's sexual responses, to see how badly affected he was by a potion he had been given. Since Olwen was still very tense over sex at the time, Oralie only did part of the examination. He told Olwen to return for the other part when he felt ready to face it.
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Dark Temptations Presents
Gentle Hands
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The moment he heard the demanding and familiar rap on his door, Oralie knew who was there. He strode to the door and opened it just as the expected figure outside lifted his hand to knock again. Oralie smiled at him. "Greetings Olwen. I fear Bakura is not here. He has gone out with the hunt. Do you wish me to give him a message?"
Olwen scowled and shook his head. "I do not want Bakura. You said you needed to see me again."
Oralie arched an eyebrow, confused. "I did? When was this?"
Olwen shifted as if uncomfortable and looked away. "When you... examined me."
Oralie tensed as he remembered and realised why Olwen was there. "Ah. So I did. Please, come inside." He stood back to allow Olwen to enter.
As he closed the door again, Oralie's mind raced to try to organise his thoughts. "I... had thought perhaps that you would prefer doing this while Bakura was here." He certainly would prefer it that way. Olwen was too volatile for Oralie to be comfortable with dealing with him in this way. Especially considering his dislike of being touched.
Olwen's scowl deepened and he shook his head. "No. I do not want him to know."
Oralie bit his lip and eyed Olwen warily, knowing how deeply it would hurt Bakura if he ever found out. "Olwen..."
Olwen's eyes flashed as he glared at Oralie. "He talks too much."
Suddenly, Oralie understood. Olwen didn't want Bakura to be worried if something was wrong. He smiled slightly and nodded. "Very well. If you are sure."
"I am."
Oralie's thoughts moved to a different line of thought and he was suddenly all Healer. "In that case, please undress and lie on your stomach on the bed."
As Olwen slowly obeyed, Oralie tried to quell the nervous fluttering in his own stomach. He really would have preferred that Bakura be present for this. He was often able to calm Olwen at times like this. Which was rather strange considering how much they argued.
Seeing that Olwen was in position, Oralie pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on what he needed to do.
Firstly, he moved to his shelf and carefully selected two small jars, then carried them over to the bed. As he moved, he was acutely conscious of Olwen watching him closely.
"I need to examine you to make sure that you have suffered no... permanent injury." He was proud of the way he managed to keep his voice steady. "I will be as gentle as I can."
"Hn." Olwen turned his head to look the other way.
Oralie bit his lip and put the two jars down on the bed. "I need you to... part your legs a little more." As Olwen moved, Oralie took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves.
He opened one of the jars and coated his fingers well with the salve. It wasn't the oil he used with his lovers, but a special medicinal salve that had the same lubricating properties but with an additional ingredient that produced a slight numbing of the area it was applied to. Oralie hoped it would be enough to counteract any pain he might unintentionally cause Olwen. Hurting him was the last thing he wanted to do.
The moment he touched Olwen, the boy tensed and hissed softly. Oralie bit his lip. His other hand settled lightly on Olwen's lower back and began to move in small, soothing circles. "Please Olwen, try to relax a little." He waited until he felt some of the tenseness in the boy's body ease and then began to gently rub the salve around his entrance.
After a few moments, Oralie began to ease his finger inside, just a little. Olwen immediately tensed, hissing again, but when Oralie made no attempt to push any further in, he relaxed slightly.
That became their pattern. Oralie would push in a little, Olwen would tense and hiss and Oralie would stop, waiting for Olwen to grow accustomed to the feeling and relax a little before he pushed a little further and the cycle began again.
Oralie was careful not to push too fast or too hard. He was as gentle as he could be as he eased Olwen open, little by little. He was also generous with the salve and it wasn't long before it began to work, causing Olwen to remain relaxed more easily. The Dark Elf didn't hiss anymore either, although he did still make the occasional sound of discomfort.
Finally, after almost half an hour of preparation, Oralie judged that Olwen was ready to be examined. He moved his fingers gently inside the boy, his eyes closed so he could focus more easily on what his sense of touch was telling him. His frown deepened as the examination progressed. By the time he was done, he was trembling slightly.
Despite his tender emotional state, Oralie ignored his own feelings and concentrated on making Olwen comfortable again. The boy had stayed silent and still throughout the entire ordeal and Oralie rewarded him, or perhaps both of them, by gently rubbing his lower back as he withdrew his hand. "I am done." He was more than a little dismayed at how soft his voice was and quickly moved away.
As he busied himself with washing his hands, Oralie was all too aware that Olwen did not stir. Worried, he returned to the boy's side. "Olwen? Are you well? I... did not hurt you?"
"I am fine." Olwen's voice was a little too quiet for Oralie's liking, but he did not press the issue.
"Aye. You are. There is... some scarring... however it will not... affect you in any... way." Oralie bit his lip as his sensitive heart threatened to betray him. Something of his emotional turmoil must have come through in his voice though, because Olwen turned his head to frown at him.
Oralie took one look at the blood running down Olwen's chin from where he had bitten his lip overly hard and immediately turned away. By the time he returned to Olwen with a damp cloth, he had managed to regain control of his emotions again.
Perhaps if he had not been so overwrought, he might have checked his movement. As it was though, he found himself gently wiping away the blood before he even knew he had moved. When he realised that he was doing the unthinkable, touching Olwen, he bit his lip and hesitated, his eyes flying to Olwen's to gauge the boy's reaction.
Olwen's eyes locked with Oralie's, confusion whirling in their emerald depths. "Why were you crying?"
Oralie froze, then looked away, unable to bear looking into those lovely eyes as he quietly admitted the truth. "Because it is painful for me to think of what happened to you. To know that you were so badly hurt and mistreated, for so long. To know that... there is so little I can do for you... even now that you are here, safe, with us."
He steeled himself for Olwen's anger or scorn, but when the boy's response finally came, after a long moment of silence, he was surprised to hear only confusion in the soft voice.
"Why does it matter?"
Perhaps it was his surprise that caused him to answer without thinking. Or perhaps he had subconsciously wanted to tell Olwen the truth for some time. "Because I care for you."
Olwen looked away, frowning. "Because of Bakura."
"No. Because of you." Oralie had gone too far to back down. "I would care for you whether Bakura loved you or not. You are very special Olwen. There is something about you that... calls to my heart." He blushed, unsure if he had gone too far.
"Then your heart is foolish." Olwen still did not look at him.
Oralie smiled slightly. Before he could say anything though, Olwen surprised him again.
"Your hands... are gentle."
The words were soft, but Oralie treasured them all the more for that. He smiled. "Thank you, Olwen."
Olwen still did not look at him. "Hn. Are we done?"
Oralie bit his lip, very tempted to say 'yes'. "Almost. I need to see if you have... fully recovered... from the potion."
Olwen sighed and moved until he was sitting on the side of the bed. He looked away, a slight blush staining his cheeks. "I have."
At the sight of Olwen's shaft, hard and heavy as a result of the earlier examination, Oralie's heart skipped a beat. He barely restrained from licking his suddenly dry lips. "So I see." He shook himself out of his stupor and made an effort to get back to business. "Have you been experiencing any pain?" He tried to keep from blushing, but he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
Olwen's blush was deeper now. "It... aches a little... sometimes." He shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable.
Oralie eyed him thoughtfully. "That is normal, if it occurs when you are very hard or if you have been hard for some time?"
"Hn." Olwen glanced at him and bit his lip, then winced.
Oralie frowned, his concern overshadowing everything else in his mind. "I will get you some ointment for your lip."
As he crossed to his medicine shelf to retrieve the ointment, Oralie was conscious of Olwen watching him the whole time. When he turned around, he kept his gaze on the jar in his hands until he was back at Olwen's side. He raised his eyes then, smiling gently at the boy. "Do you wish to do it yourself?"
Olwen frowned. "No." He lifted his head and parted his lips, his eyes wary and alert.
Oralie was as gentle as he could be as he dabbed a little of the ointment onto the cut and then rubbed it in. He focused on the task and tried very hard not to notice how soft Olwen's lip was. "There. Try not to bite it for the rest of the day. It needs time to heal."
Olwen nodded. Then he did something odd. He lightly licked Oralie's finger.
At first, Oralie thought he'd imagined it. Then Olwen did it again and he knew he had not. A moment later, when Olwen drew Oralie's finger into his mouth, he was even more certain. Heat flooded his cheeks but he did not move away. He could not. He was too stunned to do anything but think 'he is sucking my finger' and notice how good it felt.
Oralie hesitated, not sure what to do. "Olwen... what is it that you wish of me?" he finally asked, his voice soft.
Olwen's reply was equally soft, but sure. "Touch me." It was a demand, not a request.
His cheeks were on fire, not from the request itself, but from the fact that he had been longing to do just that. Oralie nodded and reached out. He began to gently stroke Olwen's shaft.
At first, Olwen's low growl made him pause. When Olwen suckled his finger harder though, Oralie realised that a growl was apparently a good thing. He resumed his gentle stroking, his thumb rubbing over the tip of Olwen's shaft as his talented fingers caressed the heated length.
Olwen moaned softly and licked the finger in his mouth as his hands fisted in the sheets on either side of his hips. He arched his back, pressing harder into Oralie's hand.
Obeying the silent command, Oralie made his touch firmer. He pressed his thumb into the slit at the tip, causing Olwen to moan softly. Keeping the pressure there, Oralie began a firm rubbing motion with his fingers.
Olwen gasped and arched his back, his body tensing, then shuddering as he released over Oralie's hand.
As Olwen regained his breath, Oralie retrieved the damp cloth he had used earlier on the Dark Elf's lip and gently cleaned him up. He glanced at Olwen from time to time as he did so, but the boy refused to meet his gaze. When he had finished cleaning him, Oralie was not surprised that Olwen immediately stood and moved away, then began to dress.
Although he was burning with curiosity over what had just happened, Oralie knew better than to question Olwen on it. Instead, he picked up the second jar he had initially brought over to the bed and waited patiently for Olwen to finish dressing.
"Here."
Olwen frowned at him as he accepted the jar. "What is it?"
"A herbal liniment. If you allow yourself to be taken, have your lover use that instead of oil on his shaft. You will still need to be prepared with oil, however the liniment will aid in reducing your internal scarring. It needs to be rubbed in, so the most effective means of applying it..." Oralie left off there, knowing from the blush that had risen in Olwen's cheeks that the Dark Elf understood.
"Hn." Olwen turned away and headed for the door. Although he was more than a little disappointed that Olwen was not going to say why he had allowed his touch, Oralie merely followed him.
The Dark Elf did not look back as he opened the door and stepped outside. But he did pause when he got there. "Healer. You have very gentle hands." He headed off without another word or a backward glance.
Oralie was still smiling as he watched Olwen walk down the street.
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